A GRAVE CONSEQUENCE

He thought he had done everything right. The prophesized hero of a bygone era- journeying across the realm, his mission to eradicate all evil that threatened it. Demons quelled, monsters slain, gods sealed, the promise of peace dangling above all that had lived by the hands of their one and only hero. Beautiful blonde locks, bright red eyes, and a smile that could charm even the most aloof mistress. They had gained insurmountable power from their trials and tribulations, stealing it from those he deemed to be misusing it. It was this overconfidence and hubris that ultimately ended in death- that of which this hero was fighting so valiantly to prevent.

His aura was unmatched, his aether transforming beyond what was natural. Twisting, blinding light bound itself so tightly into an agonizing state of overflowing energy in which is fought so hard to contain. The vessel in which it was caged in found itself unsuitable, but before the prophetic hero could reverse his mistake born out of his own hubris, his body has begun to break at the seams.

Thus, his ascension had begun. Whether the hero wished for it or not, unseen consequences had begun to ruthlessly entangle his very soul. Cracks begin to form in his delicate human flesh, destruction running rampant along his entire body as it had become soaked in his own crimson blood. He fervently yearned to scream as he fell to his knees, and yet he had already lost his voice. From the gashes in his body had formed bright, red, piercing eyes upon his arms, chest, legs, and lastly his face and forehead. His hair began to singe from a mysterious heat which had no source, slowly traveling down across his chest which causes a large portion of his skin to melt. Wings began to sprout from various areas of his body, tattered and wild in appearance, and lastly his legs had mutated to become that of an avian's talons.

When the ritual was finally complete, he had warped into an unrecognizeable being that had mutated beyond any sense of familiarity and normalcy... he had become a monster. He could still feel it- the overflowing waves of pure light aether fighting to escape this vessel, even after it had broken many of the chains binding it down by nearly destroying his body in whole. All that was good, pure, and altruistic had turned on him, and it was then that he had to make a choice. At risk of destroying himself, he made one final gambit to completely eradicate the growing corruption that he had been so tirelessly fighting- he would allow his aether to break free.

A CHORUS OF CRIES

As the world was left to become a lifeless sphere of rock and sand, the once-hero had ascended from the plane of reality as it could not bear the weight of his superpowered aetherical makeup, threatening to consume more than just Estriar if it was allowed to. Fleeing through a wound in the fabric of space, he left without a trace. It seemed that would be the end of it- an entire world snuffed out in unceremonius silence...

There will always be consequences, even now. All those that had become casualties in the indiscriminate destruction had not been completely erased, as their souls had managed to escape the wave of light while their bodies could not. With no guidance, these lost meanderers would aimlessly float along the stars for some time... though they would eventually find each other. Within a dark, blank void they had formed a crowd, and with this conjoined aether accumulating in one single area, they produced a hopeful, gentle glow. That glow illuminated the roads before them, one that led to a peculiar dark dome surrounded by a desolate landscape of dried rock.

Their individuality was no longer, as they all followed the path, hypnotized by an invisible force that guided them all like a shepherd with their sheep. Few souls were left in the dust who still had their own mind, filtered out from the rest of the compliant hivemind. The dome pulsated as they neared, with a soft buzzing in all of their heads as their bodies all moved in unison. One by one, they marched into the swirling mass of darkness, and once they were all consumed by it's overpowering force... it had dissipated.

Faces of those lost, the wailing voices of the many, suffered cries and pained groans, it all joined together in a violent vortex of anguish. They had begun to become one with each other- the hivemind acting as one entity. Countless emotions, ones of resentment, grief, and a desire for justice had all clashed together, forming one unified soul. This was the birth of the deity of Justice, Aavaderyat.

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