Raduun

"Please fetch Raduun."

The wispy archangel devoted to serving Allovus bobbed understandingly before swerving to the side, flitting beyond the endless clouds of Heaven, distantly above the frozen wastes of Hell, and only pausing for a few moments to pay respects to the eternal denizens of Limbo. It was required to pass over the reincarnation plane, where souls slumbered in long repast to await their next lives, but beyond all of these afterlives resided the newborn gods waiting to descend to the worlds below.

Raduun was a seraphim at the moment; an incomprehensible entity composed either of many-eyed rings, countless wings, endless regenerating limbs, or a cloud filled with the purest manifestation of the thought. "Raduun," the archangel called, shifting into something slightly more physical. "Allovus requests your presence."

The seraphim smiled, if such a word could be applied to them, and vanished before reappearing in Allovus' sanctum. (The archangel, left behind, unhappily began the trek back to said domain, wondering why a message had not simply been sent to the seraphim - before realizing that *they* had been the message and briefly contemplated a power trip in Hell.) "I am here," Raduun uttered, coalescing into something more respectful to the Omnigod of All Things.

It was the form they had long practiced; quadrupedal, long-furred, with a great mane of beige and cream fur that swept back from their muzzle towards their flagging tail. Tufted ears tipped a proudly lifted head, a trio of solemn sapphire eyes looking up at the Everything that was Allovus. "I am present and awaiting your command."

No title was necessary for Allovus, not even as a fraction of Their attention turned towards Raduun. Beams of every concept imaginable scanned over the form Raduun had chosen, observing it, before a warm yellow light filled the area. "Your shape is pleasing to me," Allovus praised them, and Raduun lifted their head a little higher. "You have been chosen to be a god to Urthram."

Raduun was surprised, their ears standing at attention. "Urthram? But that plane already has a pantheon, Allovus. N-not that I decry your judgement, of course." Raduun swallowed, backtracking a little. "I only seek insight to your decision."

"Urthram has many gods, yes. But they are ascended entities, not divine ones. They are in need of guidance."

"And you believe me fit for that guidance?"

"I do."

Raduun stood tall and proud, puffing out their chest. "Then I shall strive to be the leader that you have chosen me to become!"

Allovus chuckled, strands of Everything swooping down, enveloping Raduun in true sensations, lending touch to their nerves, sound to their ears, sight to their eyes. "Your influence upon the world will be undeniable, yes. But perhaps you should first consider how to gather your worshippers."

What does that mean? Raduun wondered, as their view of All Above All was replaced by darkness. Life imbued the body they had made and they nearly cried out from the everything of it all, senses that had never known use suddenly overwhelmed by color and grass and heat and chirping. Their paws went out from under them and their belly met the ground beneath them; damp and cool, pricks of grass poking at the sensitive skin beneath their fur.

They shook their head, panting lightly as they blinked several times. There were far fewer ranges of light to use in this body, divine though it may have been... but as their vision cleared, they realized they were standing in a temple. That was not theirs. With perhaps a hundred people watching them wide-eyed.

Oh dear.