Fantasy New Gods

[Necromantic]

"My child...You were not meant to die so soon."

That's the first thing you hear when you wake up, bewildered by the situation you were in. Oh, yeah. That's right. You'd just died- By murder, of illness, suicide, whatever it was, you could distinctly remember how you'd just died. But, then, why were you here? The deity speaking to you gently carreses your cheek, affectionately, and yet you can see sadness in their eyes. They regret something, and you can tell.

"And for that, I'm sorry. Your purpose in life was ended, due to my own negligence."

What was he talking about?

"I can't give you your old life back, so I hope you'll accept this as an apology. I'm going to give you and the others a new world, for you to do as you please with, in your ideal form. You will be the Gods of your new world. Enjoy your new life, please have fun."

You have so many questions. And yet, he doesn't give you time to ask any of them, as if he doesn't consider those important. Perhaps they aren't important. He vanishes, leaving you in a banquet hall filled will food, and several other newly born Gods. At the head of the table, there's a book, surrounded by several jars containing lights that glitter like gems but but float around as if they're alive. Perhaps they bring back childhood memories, of catching fireflies and keeping them in a jar. Each one has a name on them, signifying who they're meant for. Off to the side sits a gem, which glows like the moon and sits atop a note that says Af, for creation of the Underworld.

The book is open to a page.

What's contained in these jars are called Sparks of Life. They are used to create souls for the races that you will be creating. The yellow ones are used to create sentient mortal life, while the white ones (not pictured) are used for animals. There's a fixed number of yellow souls to initially create your people with, while white ones will replenish over time so that you may continue to create new species of fauna as you see fit. Think carefully when making the mortal life, as you will not be able to create a new mortal race without harvesting the souls of mortals to recycle them. Only a God of Death may perform such actions. Each one of you has been provided with a jar containing a sufficient amount of Sparks of Life to create a population of your own people. The Sparks of Life will only react to the person they're designated for

This book will record all events that happen in this world, without the need for any of you to write it down. Anything important, such as the races you make (so anything posted in the Book of the World), will be marked with a bookmark for ease of finding information.

Go forth, my children, and fulfill the purpose you were always meant to.

 

[Necromantic]

Gods...? What? They were supposed to be Gods now? What fucking purpose was this guy talking about?! She didn't get to ask any of her questions before the scenery started to shift and change around her; Space that had formerly been vacant, devoid of her even perceiving darkness, began to fill with a large, beautiful banquent hall, filled with any food that she could imagine. The scent of the food, undoubtedly fresh ready to eat, smelled amazing, yet she didn't take the time to appreciate it yet.

Skyler looked down at her hands, as if to make sure she wasn't dreaming. All ten fingers were as clear as day and warm, yet they didn't look quite the same as she remembered. The pallor of her lifelong health issues was gone, making her skin a bit brighter. And her hair, she could see how it draped over her shoulder, much longer than she was used to and....blonde instead of the black she was accustomed to. She ran her fingers through her hair, then touched her chest, and her face. Still human in shape, and her body felt mostly the same as it had before she'd woken up here. It felt like she had...Wings? Was this really her ideal body? She wasn't sure, but she also wasn't sure it mattered.

She stumbled forward a few steps, touching the table, her breathing noticably picking up. She really was dead, and that was fine, but this wasn't the afterlife she'd wanted, this wasn't an eternity with the people she loved, this was somewhere else with people she had never even met before, that she hadn't even properly looked at yet-

"What?!" Why was she a God?! She'd never wanted that! "Where- Where is this?! My parents, where are they?! This wasn't supposed to be my afterlife!"

 

[dreadnought]

Waking up in another world wasn't something Felix was ever expecting to experience yet here he was slowly taking in his surroundings with the banquet before him taking up most of his attention. He had to admit that he had never seen so much food in front of him before in his life and not to mention so delicious too to the point that he wouldn't be surprised if he was practically salivating right now. That, coincidentally, was when he first realised that his body for one reason or another had changed in form to something completely foreign to what he was used to as he looked down upon himself. Whatever body he was in certainly wasn't human as he looked down upon it to see metal replacing all the skin he was expecting to see popping out of his new clothes that he likely wouldn't have been able to afford in his old life. It made him wonder if these were simply some prosthetics of some kind as he his new hand against the rest of his body only to feel a solid clunk resonate from everywhere his hand knocked upon which finally gave him the answer he was looking for, he was most likely a robot now in some shape or form yet even so this new body of his didn't feel foreign in the slightest.

Thinking back on his old life, having a robotic body definitely would have had itself some perks in the sense that he never would have felt tired from working all those jobs which were likely the cause of his death the more he thought about it. He considered himself decently healthy, if a little underweight, so that was the only answer that he could really come up with within his head as long as something out of the left field didn't end up killing him. Tiredness aside, hunger and thirst should be a thing of the past too which would cut down costs for his survival immensely since he'd know longer have to carefully plan out and buy his meals which left even more time for him to work more jobs, earn more money and most importantly get him closer to his dreams. Still, this wasn't his old world anymore so such 'improvements' made to his body hardly mattered in such a scenario as his attention was slowly drawn to the banquet once more. He didn't know how exactly he was supposed to eat anything here although he could subconsciously feel that consuming food and drink in this form wouldn't inconvenience him in the slightest which was reassuring at least.

Once he was done checking himself out he went ahead and took his own seat at the table among his fellow 'Gods' to eat up the conveniently laid out banquet the mysterious voice offered them all. Gods, a word that felt all too strange to ever associate with himself considering that he used to be at the very bottom of the ladder in life yet he managed to reincarnate into a god in this world. It truly felt like irony to become such a thing if that voice really wasn't lying to them all for whatever sick, twisted kicks it could possibly get from setting their expectations so high. As much as he'd miss his old world along with his family, his curiosity on what this new life would hold for him was absolutely bubbling right now as all sorts of possibilities came to mind. Something which would have caused him to burst out laughing like a madman if he had any less control over himself. Although it seemed that not everybody was very happy with their apparent deaths and rebirths at the hands of some mysterious voice which was more than understandable. "Well I don't know about everyone else, I was probably going to end up getting myself killed from working so much...or at least that's what my mother used to say if we're truly 'dead'. Assuming you all aren't just some figment of my tired imagination then...hello." He'd say in a voice that sounded slightly inhuman which was likely another fault of his new appearance but he'd likely have to live with it so he pushed such concerns into the back of his mind.

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Xirces
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"....."
The red haired 'child' at the table had his arms crossed and eyes closed as he was processing what was happening. His death was untimely, and he was making progress into his own research before his murder. As others talked and discussed about their past lives, the child got up and grabbed one of the jars to stare at the Sparks inside.

"So we can create whatever we wish with these sparks... and form our civilizations how we see fit."
He smiled sinisterly.
"This is definitely a blessing in disguise, and I can continue my research. And the fact I'm now immortal...."
He looked up before exhaling.
"Perhaps I should start with finding another who shares the same goals as me."

He then looked around the room, hoping to find the one that looked to be the right one.
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[Got_Dead]

Jack Escam awoke inside the banquet hall, all his senses flooding back to him in a crash of orange and the smell of....food? He expected more of a brimstone smell, or just the oblivion of the void, not food of all things. Escam blinked, the surroundings coming into perspective. It was a brilliant banquet hall, with stacks of food on gilded crimson tablecloths. That was not important. What was important was what the hell just happened.

Jack Escam looked down at their hands. They were devoid of skin, just muscle and blood bound together impossibly. Looking down, the rest of his body was the same. Grabbing a nearby chair, he rose to his feet. Oh, how wonderful it was to have steady legs again! They, were, however, a bit wobbly. If onl- and just like that, the flesh warped and wrapped to give him a more stable footing. Escam thought upon this for a moment, then came to the conclusion that if he was a god, then that would probably give him the power to change his form, as proven by what just happened. Looking upon his hand, he willed it to gain two more fingers, and it did.

The possibilities were endless, he could have wings, webbed fingers, octopus tentacles, gills, fifteen arms, Jack Escam hadn't felt this excited since before The fluorescent lights, the hours, the pity, the wasted future, the void where, and he could even have ant legs! Getting over himself, Escam shifted into a body of a giant worm, and looked around the luxurious banquet hall, spying several other gods (at least he guessed they were other gods) and slithered (or wormed) his way over to them.

 

[Theasuke]

References

Wealth and Pleasure

RUBINUS

LOCATION

Banquet

INTERACTIONS

dreadnought and anyone that cares to listen

It felt like both an instant and an eternity had passed before Rúben managed to open his eyes again, to his dismay. Someone was talking to him, and in his stupor he finally realized the man—or entity, or deity, or whatever strange being they could be classified as, he couldn't quite tell—was speaking English. Thanks to that, it took a moment to process the information he'd just been dealt. By the time Rúben came to his senses, his surroundings had already changed. He now stood in a lavish hall, the kind he had only seen on TV and historical romances, with the most extravagant feast known to humankind.

Dude actually left just like that?

The main table stretched impossibly long before him, but something about it felt wrong. The depth, the distance—it all looked skewed, like trying to take a photo and accidentally activating the wide-angle camera. It dawned on him then that he was actually able to see out of both eyes. The boy looked down. These clothes were most definitely not his—where could he afford something as flamboyant as this without being three generations in debt—and his arm, his missing arm, gleamed like a bloody precious gem. Flexing his fingers proved to be much easier than he thought, considering how stiff they looked. And it was warm. He reached up to touch his hair, his mask and then his eye; he could feel it all. It should have been ludicrous, but Rúben felt neither disbelief nor dismay, just a profound sense of relief, as though, for the first time ever, everything was back where it belonged.

There was a girl screaming nearby. Were he a bit more sane, he might have approached her, offered a reassuring pat on the back, and bonded over how much neither of them wanted to be there. Maybe they could’ve made a debate of it and count how many articles from the Universal Declaration of Human Rights were being flagrantly violated. Instead, Rúben just laughed. It went on for a good 10 seconds, until he ran out of breath from the sheer hysterics.

"Wow, okay. Sure." And that was all he could muster about the current situation. Whatever book and jars filled with floating lights there were, he could not conjure up the interest to look at. The brief smile faded as he slumped into his seat, closing his eyes with a frown to will away the dizziness. He listened to one of the many Gods present, a machine, or android, or cyborg, seated not far from him, who appeared to have taken the whole thing quite well. Rúben cracked an eye open and shot him a droll look.

"That's one hell of an imagination you got there," he spoke with a slightly awkward pronunciation, but there was not enough of an accent to pinpoint where it was from. To prove his point, he flashed a not-so-subtle glance at the long, slithering creature making its way towards the rest of them. What the fuck was even that thing? Surely, he thought, if this was his dying brain's doing, it would come up with something other than metal abominations and giant wiggly worms. He hadn't even been a fan of mecha, or Lovecraft for that matter; where were the cat girls and white-haired yokai men? Thus, Rúben was positively convinced this was not an hallucination.

His eyes finally wandered over to the table once more, passing a platter of crimson shells and golden juicy meat. Only then did he notice the rich, buttery aroma assaulting his nostrils, and somehow, even though he was already dead, he felt incredibly hungry. Were those lobster tails?

That caught his interest. He had never tasted lobster before. Rúben picked his plate up and reached for the nearest tongs he could find, stretching to reach the lobster. Strangely, he failed to get it once, then twice; the tongs kept missing the target, first veering too far to the left, then to the right, in a feat of horrible coordination. The tips clamped down with a soft clink. His eye twitched and his arm trembled. Maybe third time would have been the charm, but Rúben left it there.

He had been holding it in just fine, but that seemed to have evoked some displeasing memories. It threw him over the edge.

"What's the meaning of this?!" His hands slammed hard against the table. The plate would have chattered were it not for him putting it down ahead of time. He rambled on to no one in particular, "Some sort of mistake? My death? Very funny. The God of Wind must have sneezed on me or something. Happens." And what a gust of wind it must have been to throw him off a building. One second he had mustered all the courage he needed to take a step, just a single step, out of that cursed balcony; the next not only did he find out he'd ultimately failed, there was even a mysterious entity playing off everything that culminated on what he thought had been his choice as a silly case of negligence on their part.

"If you're truly sorry, send me off to reincarnation and make me filthy rich from birth! The kind that thinks being poor is a choice! A God? Who the fuck asked?! You think I'd be grateful to have even more responsibilities after death? Oh, sure, I'm so happy! Let me just wag my tail and bark like the good, obedient dog I am." His chest heaved. His long nails almost pierced through the tablecloth he was clutching at some point.

In an instant, the spell passed as quickly as it came. Whatever the case, for however long he was to stay there, he did not want to go back to being Rúben. He glanced at the ruby. His shoulders relaxed, and like he hadn't just been on the verge of breaking down, he picked up his plate and the tongs, effortlessly selecting two lobster tails. He settled back into his seat, gracefully crossing a leg with a pleasing smile. "Rubinus. That's my name. Lovely working with you all."

code by @Nano

 

[Necromantic]

The other people around her were moving. A giant worm thing, a robot, a...Girl?, and a guy with white hair. Fuck, they were actually talking about the situation they were in, not just moving along with whatever happened as if this was a dream. Not a dream, this absolutely wasn't a dream, they were actually cognizant of the situation. She sat down at the table so that she didn't end up falling over, looking at the food in front of her.

...Oh, fried chicken. And chocolate. Pasta. Crab legs, steak, waffles, cheese burgers- So many things that her dietary restrictions had prevented her from eating often. Alcohol, which she'd never been capable of drinking unless she wanted to immediately vomit it back up.

She picked up a pair of tongs, moving one of the pieces of steak onto her plate. It looked like it had so much more flavour than the bland food she was used to eating. If she was a God, that meant she didn't need to worry about balancing her nutrition to make sure she lived as long as possible, right? Or making sure she didn't eat things her body couldn't process?

After a moment's hesitation, she cut into the steak and brought a piece to her mouth. It was...Good. Better than most of the things she'd tasted in life. Foregoing the social expectations to use silverware, she picked one of the pieces of fried chicked up with her bare hand and shoved it into her mouth. Greasy, savory, and it tasted strongly of garlic and parmesan.

She picked up a cup, not paying any attention to the contents, and quickly downed it. Sweet, warm banana flavoured milk tea- Something she'd never gotten to try in life. It didn't have any tapioca pearls in it, but something told her that if she wanted it to, the cup would accomodate for what she wanted. It refilled itself without her even needing to grab a pitcher.

Her gaze was pulled away from the food when she heard the guy with white hair ranting, looking at him curiously. He didn't seem like he was too happy with his afterlife, either. She leaned over to get a better view of him, and found that she immediately knew his cause of death- Suicide. How did she know that? Why? She'd never met him in her life, and yet she could just tell that he'd killed himself by stepping off a balcony. He deserved a better afterlife.

...And, even more to her confusion, she could that she knew exactly what traits he found attractive. White hair, purple eyes, fox ears and a tail...Wait, that was just an anime character. He liked shoujo? So she wasn't the only guy here that liked shoujo anime?

Her ears flicked at his introduction. Wait, wait, wait, wait, her ears shouldn't have been capable of moving, and they felt higher up than before. She touched where her ears had been, and found that they were no longer in the standard human location. Her hand moved further up, squishing her now soft and fluffy fox ears.

"Those are...new..." And it felt like there was a matching tail. Shorter hair, different clothes...Her chest felt the same, but there hadn't been any boobs there anyway.

...If she looked like a fox boy now, did she need to use different pronouns? Okay, that was fine, he'd been fluid with them in life anyway.

By the time he was done investigating the changes in his body, the guy had moved on to introducing himself. He squished his ears again, still confused by how they'd suddenly gone from human to animal. Could he change his appearance at will?

"...Call me Af." He said after a moment's considerstion; Skyler was dead, and he didn't really want to go back to a life where he was constantly enduring the pain of his failing health. He pushed the thoughts about his parents to the back of his mind, deciding to wait until later to deal with that mental breakdown.

"...I'm the God of Death and Love." How did he know that? It didn't matter, Af simply did, just like he'd known how Rubinus died. He picked up something that looked like a Petite Four and tossed it in his mouth, followed by several others, which he quickly noticed replaced themselves whenever he ate them. They were so sweet, each one flavoured like a different fruit with jam between the layers.

He'd never even dated, how was he supposed to know how to govern over love?

Mentions: Theasuke
Interactions: Sorta also Theasuke but not directly

 

[Zariah Turner]

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Lavender 'awoke' in a body that was not her own.

That was the first thing she noticed. Immediately, she knew something was wrong. Everything felt so... different. For one, she felt significantly bigger. Lavender had always been extremely short, but now... she could look over the entire room. Not only that, but she felt like she had more limbs. It was the oddest feeling in the world, but she felt like she was standing on all fours instead of just two legs. What on earth is going on... Listening to the being - deity, she supposed, that would make more sense - explain her situation (I died, but I'm here, I'm a god, what the hell), Lavender glanced down at her feet. And discovered they were now talons, covered in brilliant white scales. Oh. That's... unexpected.

Confusion and worry growing, Lavender twisted her neck - which had much more range than a human neck - and discovered that the scales were everywhere. If she twisted just right, she was able to get a glimpse of the extra limbs she had felt earlier - they were wings. Wings! And a tail! Oh, shit. I'm a freaking dragon! Emotions swirled within Lavender. Everything here was so overwhelming, and it was really quite shocking to find out she had died and become reincarnated somehow, but... Being a dragon was pretty freaking awesome, at least. There are certainly worse appearances I could have gotten, Lav thought to herself. I could have ended up as like, a snake or something. Or a rodent. Lavender spotted the table near the center of the room, where the other people - gods? beings? deities? - seemed to be gathering. Should probably go over and join them, she thought. See if any of them have any clue as to what's going on.

Hesitantly, Lavender took a few steps forward, testing out movement in her new body. Despite how big she felt compared to everything else, she was able to move with more grace than she had expected. I probably shouldn't be acclimated to this form so quickly, Lavender thought. I wonder why that is... Upon approaching the table, it became clear that it had not been designed for dragons. Lavender sighed. This new body was cool, all things considered, but she wanted to be able to join in, get in the thick of things. Figure out what was going on. If only I could look like a human... As soon as the thought occurred to her, Lavender felt her form warp, and suddenly, she was her regular height and standing on two legs again. A quick glance of her features proved that she appeared human again, though with some differences. Her hair was still blue, but it was longer and had taken on a shimmering quality; and she was wearing a flowing white dress.

Walking felt more natural in this - shape? body? form? - and Lavender walked to the table with ease, taking a seat near some of the other people. Gods, she thought. I should probably call them gods, considering that's what we supposedly are. Most appeared human, but Lavender spotted an outlier - a worm-shaped being. Good to know I'm not the only one who didn't get a humanoid appearance as their default one... She wondered if this worm-god could become human, like her. In this world, am I a dragon who can be human; or a human who can be a dragon? There were so many mysteries to sort out! Focus, Lavender, talking to these people is important. "Um... hello there," Lavender said, smiling as she hesitantly took a seat. One of the other... people here had just had an outburst, and she didn't want to accidentally set them off again. Everyone's emotions are bound to be high, she thought. It's shocking that I haven't panicked yet... "It's a... pleasure to meet all of you, I suppose. I'm Lavender." She held off on saying anything else for the time being.

 

[EMIYAman]

LOGOS
Mentions: Zariah Turner Theasuke Necromantic Got_Dead Gundam Watcher 27 dreadnought
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His eyes slowly raised as if awakening from a gentle slumber. A body lay upon the ground in a place that was poorly lit and far too cramped for a human being to navigate comfortably through. Another figure almost completely different in appearance laid back upon an ornate seat of soft velvets and gold. Unassuming, yet possessing an intense aspect even at rest. Both were "him". One was of a past already written, and the other belonged to a future yet to be etched into stone. He was not dead, but it took him some time to realize that he was alive. It was only when that gentle yet regretful voice spoke to him like a pleasant dream did this so called "new god" come to his own changed existence.

As his senses returned to him, far more potent than what they were. He finally lifted his head to observe the situation he had been placed in. The action caused his now long dark hair to fall within his field of view somewhat startling him at the sheer unfamiliarity of it. Much like his peers around him, the new god observed his changed body. He was now wreathed in a golden armor that ran with glowing red trim throughout it. Far different from the faded coveralls he had been intimately familiar with. His fingers ran along his own arm, then raised to feel one of his long strands of hair. Distant yet bright blue eyes remained stoic. Unlike those around him who reacted in various animated ways, his recognition of this change came about measured and slow. Like the movement of a glacier he did what he could to take in the entirety of the task of understanding his own identity in his new form. A black gloved hand raised to his chest and clenched as if to grab at something. He could feel this ineffable hunger or thirst within him. Only when he cast his gaze across the banquet table to a strange jar did he realize what this was. His eyes could easily pick out the words adorning it: Destruction and Change. They were simple words. Unable to truly convey the full breadth of their meaning, but they resonated with him.

With those words he was centered and placed upon his path. The feeling of alignment threatened to overwhelm as he felt that hunger become his nucleus. He leaned against the great table, clenching it with a powerful grip that belied the turmoil within him even if his face remained unchanged. Strangely his gaze landed on something among the incredible variant extravagance of the meals and drinks adorning the banquet table. Amongst the food it was practically out of place and starkly simple, even mundane by comparison. The newly christened Logos latched onto this recognizable shape and swiftly his hand reached for it. It was a bottle, one filled with a color of light amber. It was beer. Swiftly popping the cap off he brought it to his lips tasting the dear sweet maltness and crisp flavor that had once been apart of the life he had lived. When he finally put it down did Logos seem to regain full faculty over himself, rather than the curious wanderings he had been mired within.

"So...gods huh?" Logos' words were short and practically muttered to himself. But his voice now held a deep yet slightly soft and intense timber to it, as if every word was carefully measured. He was now himself, despite everything he was simply who he was as he had always been. He stood tall his body language conveying an assuredness that came naturally to him. Logos came to gaze at his fellows gods as they each came to their own realizations and interactions. He had never been one for workplace banter or much sociability in general, but he could manage. Their forms varied greatly from each other in both age and gender. Some were humanoid while others barely resembled anything of the sort, and others still seemed to change forms at a rapid rate. Logos walked from his seat to the head of the table practically ignoring all those he passed. Whether they were a beautiful girl, bizarre creature or some other combination. With a one track mind he met with another god simply by virtue of their proximity. Just as the short red headed child next to him did he reached for the jar, observing the lights that danced within. Staring into it brought forth memories that had been long buried even in his previous life. They were not painful, he just simply never took the time to reminisce. Like a hazy dream he saw the image of his child self, who had been far more exuberant and deliberate with his life. He was with his great grandfather who had been a short yet powerful presence in his early life. Together they were putting together a mail box for their neighbor, all the while his grandfather taught him about the Bible. A passion he once held while he lived. As he watched the old man pour concrete into a base he listened to him quote a particular verse within the book of John. Even if some of it went over the head of a child he listened with rapt interest.

"'In the beginning was the word, and the word was with god and the word was god.' The word...Logos." He recited the half remembrance of his great grandfather's words. This forgotten memory permeated his being. A moment such as that had been his crux, and he never knew. He no longer felt much connection to his old name. In fact he could barely even recall it, yet this memory would be what binded him to his origin. Even as he continued to change. As soon as that choice was established the jar in his hand reacted. The word "Logos" engraving itself upon its surface. The newly named Logos returned his attention to the shimmering lights within. Recalling the task set before them by God.

"Is this to be our purpose; to create life?" Logos questioned his fellow gods and goddesses, particularly the one next to him. He tried to gain a handle on his new job, rather than linger on things like how or why he simply wished to continue with the task he was given. A couple of the other gods seemed to place their focuses elsewhere and began with introductions even as others began to eat. With a blink and a stare he remembered his manners.

"You may call me Logos: God of Destruction and Change, it is a pleasure to work with you all." He nodded to Af, Lavender, Rubinus, Felix and Xirces in particular. The worm-like form of Escam was taken surprisingly in stride. Logos reasoning that this was an average scene among gods. His words were polite as if he were at a company mixer, but they didn't quite match his gaze. Oddly enough Logos seemed to approach his divinity like it was simply another project he had been contracted for. Perhaps that was his way to cope or simply a staple of his personality. With that he continued to observe the jar in his hands. Then without warning he simply opened it and reached within for one of the sparks, trying to gauge the proper use of the "tools" given to him.