Post by Maikeru on Mar 7, 2017 22:43:49 GMT -5
The Sacred World of the Kais
A huge expanse of land laid out in front of Maikeru. The new Kaioshin surveyed the environment that surrounded him. The gentle breeze caressed the blue skin of his face. The soft green grass billowed under toe as if the very ground itself embraced the divine being. The smell of the flora filled his nostrils with the scent of peace itself. Maikeru knew that this land that has been entrusted to him was beyond words of beauty. It was the epitome of a heavenly paradise, untouched by the hands of mortals. It was a privilege for him to not only inhabit but tend the area.
Still, Maikeru couldn't help but feel conflicted by the experience. Here he was, experiencing a paradise countless individuals have only dreamed of, basking in the glory of creation. But his existence, not only on this planet but his existence entirely, was granted by the death of his predecessor, the Northern Kaioshin. His heart felt heavy. Maikeru's predecessors life force lingered on through the newly grown Kaioshin. In his mind, soul and body, Maikeru could feel the essence of the previous Northern Kaioshin.
The memory of his demise lingered in Maikeru's thoughts. Flashes of the murderous scene played over and over again. The images of Jarvis, Caesar of the Cerulean Empire, gathering a blue energy into his fist. And with brutal and violent intent, the tyrant brought his clenched fist down and buried it within the Northern Kaioshin's face. The last picture of the memory was the glowing-blue knuckles driving through the Northern Kaioshin's brow. All of that violence against the holy gods and for what? More power?
Maikeru raised his own hand and looked at it with an intense glare. He tightened his fingers together and gathered his power within it. The Kaioshin's hand began to glow a blue-ish color. Maikeru's own power reminded him of the vile criminal who performed deicide, the act of killing a god. The Kaioshin felt tempted to unleash his subconscious wrath and slam his fist into the ground. Maikeru cocked his hand back feeling his arm muscles tighten with power. His teeth clenched with wrath.
But before he could release his caged anger, Maikeru's eyes caught focus of the world around him once more. The planet itself cut through his thoughts of revenge and reminded him of a more powerful truth. That he had been blessed to become one of the great, guardian gods of this universe. And he was about to let his temper and thirst for justice motivate him into destroying even a small inch of this paradise? He might as well would have killed the Northern Kaioshin himself if that was the case.
Taking a deep breath, Maikeru calmed his mind. He reached out his hand, still brimming with blue power, in front of him. And, with a flash of blue light, expelled the godly power into a form in front of him. The divine energy formed in an instant a pile of stone, precious metals and other basic construction equipment any carpenter or sculptor would use. Maikeru decided not to use this power he had been entrusted with for meaningless destruction. The new Kaioshin would forge a new path, not of one of revenge and hate but of good and justice as a true benevolent god would. Leading down a path of destruction would only cause Maikeru to follow a similar path as Jarvis, one that would end up with him trapped in darkness.
With this grand pile of materials and equipment, Maikeru decided the build a temple. One that would honor the past Kaioshins with glory and remembrance while providing a new seat of power for himself and his Kaioshin brethren. It would become a focal point to the worlds below, one were he can properly maintain his guardianship over creation and ensure that such an act of deicide would never go unpunished. Maikeru knew he could just use his divine powers to manifest the great temple in it's completed form. But the sentiment and the honor would be so much greater if a god such as himself put in the time and effort to complete it's construction with his own two hands and wisdom granted to him by creation.
With the tools in hand, Maikeru began to work.
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WC: 726
TWC: 726
A huge expanse of land laid out in front of Maikeru. The new Kaioshin surveyed the environment that surrounded him. The gentle breeze caressed the blue skin of his face. The soft green grass billowed under toe as if the very ground itself embraced the divine being. The smell of the flora filled his nostrils with the scent of peace itself. Maikeru knew that this land that has been entrusted to him was beyond words of beauty. It was the epitome of a heavenly paradise, untouched by the hands of mortals. It was a privilege for him to not only inhabit but tend the area.
Still, Maikeru couldn't help but feel conflicted by the experience. Here he was, experiencing a paradise countless individuals have only dreamed of, basking in the glory of creation. But his existence, not only on this planet but his existence entirely, was granted by the death of his predecessor, the Northern Kaioshin. His heart felt heavy. Maikeru's predecessors life force lingered on through the newly grown Kaioshin. In his mind, soul and body, Maikeru could feel the essence of the previous Northern Kaioshin.
The memory of his demise lingered in Maikeru's thoughts. Flashes of the murderous scene played over and over again. The images of Jarvis, Caesar of the Cerulean Empire, gathering a blue energy into his fist. And with brutal and violent intent, the tyrant brought his clenched fist down and buried it within the Northern Kaioshin's face. The last picture of the memory was the glowing-blue knuckles driving through the Northern Kaioshin's brow. All of that violence against the holy gods and for what? More power?
Maikeru raised his own hand and looked at it with an intense glare. He tightened his fingers together and gathered his power within it. The Kaioshin's hand began to glow a blue-ish color. Maikeru's own power reminded him of the vile criminal who performed deicide, the act of killing a god. The Kaioshin felt tempted to unleash his subconscious wrath and slam his fist into the ground. Maikeru cocked his hand back feeling his arm muscles tighten with power. His teeth clenched with wrath.
But before he could release his caged anger, Maikeru's eyes caught focus of the world around him once more. The planet itself cut through his thoughts of revenge and reminded him of a more powerful truth. That he had been blessed to become one of the great, guardian gods of this universe. And he was about to let his temper and thirst for justice motivate him into destroying even a small inch of this paradise? He might as well would have killed the Northern Kaioshin himself if that was the case.
Taking a deep breath, Maikeru calmed his mind. He reached out his hand, still brimming with blue power, in front of him. And, with a flash of blue light, expelled the godly power into a form in front of him. The divine energy formed in an instant a pile of stone, precious metals and other basic construction equipment any carpenter or sculptor would use. Maikeru decided not to use this power he had been entrusted with for meaningless destruction. The new Kaioshin would forge a new path, not of one of revenge and hate but of good and justice as a true benevolent god would. Leading down a path of destruction would only cause Maikeru to follow a similar path as Jarvis, one that would end up with him trapped in darkness.
With this grand pile of materials and equipment, Maikeru decided the build a temple. One that would honor the past Kaioshins with glory and remembrance while providing a new seat of power for himself and his Kaioshin brethren. It would become a focal point to the worlds below, one were he can properly maintain his guardianship over creation and ensure that such an act of deicide would never go unpunished. Maikeru knew he could just use his divine powers to manifest the great temple in it's completed form. But the sentiment and the honor would be so much greater if a god such as himself put in the time and effort to complete it's construction with his own two hands and wisdom granted to him by creation.
With the tools in hand, Maikeru began to work.
_______
WC: 726
TWC: 726