Ceto

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answer Akiri, Amogayvhi, or Artaios, or any of their primordial brethren? Though common, this sacred conclusion does appeal to many. One has the strength to rip the sky asunder, while another has the will to consume the world in flame. One reigns the cyclone in his claws, while one heralds the typhoon. Surely, they deserve the title of god, do they not?



must worship the strong, for their restraint is the only thing keeping us from annihilation. Then, why is the Shade not widely considered a god? Sorneith’s natural antagonist is only our enemy for he is as powerful as the gods, is he not? In fact, evidence suggests that he is even more so, for it took the combined efforts of four of the “gods” to make him flee, not even for good. Did it not return, with its shattering of the world pillar descending our world into anarchy?

with its worship. The cultists do not appeal to me as much as any of the other flights.

Elements, of course, are the building blocks of our world. This makes them crucial to our survival. Without one god, the world and its respective element may cease to exist. They are necessary for us to exist, and therefore, they are gods.


dead, as some radicals have vehemently declared, would the waters simply disappear? If it did, what would happen to Eberict’s domain? Can ice exist without water?

of divinity.

dead, containing some mystical property. While their material elements may continue to exist, eliminating a deity would remove each element’s magical property. Without the concept of magic itself, a god is nothing.




Hyreena. That name did not last long, however. You cannot blame me for disappearing into the edges of the world. Hearing the four squabble over their united creation did not help my newly formed psyche, and so I fled. When I returned, the pillar had already been constructed.

or, when translated in your tongue, Goddess. With new sentient creatures walking upon the earth, I decided upon a different role and made myself known to all. Kingdoms were raised in my glory, and more were torn down in my name. However, my acts of aggression encouraged my follower’s adversaries to seek new means of power. And so, they found the pillar, and my reign, once omnipotent, was now restained. Decades passed, and my followers were massacred. My rule faded away, and Divinita was scratched away from the annals of history.


an endless droning. It brought me no entertainment anymore to see entire civilizations obliterated into ash, blood, and bone. The dying cries of my enemies, men, women, and child, no longer brought me euphoria. And so, I decided to save them. My priests lost their prowess, and my soldiers their strength. When my final mage’s bones were broken under the collapse of the last temple, I felt no remorse.

began, I spectated as wars shattered the landscape. I was warmed by the blaze of Firebreather Uprising, and I listened to “The Speaker’s” prophesy. The peace that followed was… certainly unexpected. Xhaztol’s coming was of similar proportion; I had not seen a draconic form in a millennium.


her parents thinking, naming their child with something reeking of such terror? I suppose it is more fitting for me instead, not this poor girl sharing her consciousness with mine. This idea of mine is new, and for now, it is amusing witnessing the world through the eyes of one who can fear the prospect of death. Of course, she knows of my existence. In fact, I would dare say that she appreciates it, with all her power stemming from me. She can die, yes, but little does she know that it will only happen if I will her too.





rawest form, unrestrained by the concept of elemental alignment. My chosen are simply born with magic flowing within their veins, what they do with it is up to them to decide. I offer a degree of freedom that the other gods could never provide. I have seen one rip through time and space, and another defy the laws of gravity and force. My followers were once accused of heresy, though no acts of fakery explained their proficiencies of bending blood and metal.

entire lives not knowing of my existence. Others have chosen to dedicate their lives in my name, though, more often than not, their lives have not ended in the most flattering of ways.