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(Summary of events: Assyrian makes four Demigods to create Clans of disciples to play world police over the numerous dangers, horrors, monsters and such running around. Golden is a sword master with power over the obliterating light of the sun, and using gravity to say increase his density, bend space, cut space, and so forth. Sun and blackhole merged into a sword art of demon slaying. Black is a formless mass of shadows, blood and negative energy. That rips apart things to devour them. They have powers to feast on life and energy, manifest insidious monsters, rip open minds and eat them, poison and acid. And in general has a martial art of dark kung fu powers that will melt you into slag before devouring your soul. Blue is raw power, she has strength, ferocity, speed, and is in physical stats the most brutal of them all. She uses a direct unarmed style that adds elements of thunder and lightning, and is wicked hyper fast, and the most skilled in army butchering. White is a healer and sage of great wisdom, and can cut away parts of the world he does not like from people. Like ripping your organs, bones, and blood, without harming the erst of the body or even weirder shit. The world is one massive body system he can manipulate by cutting basically. That is his martial art.)
Assyrian dreamed among the clouds, he sat as a crimson idol that was like liquid fire contained in the shape of man, energetic abstraction of the concept of blood poured into the vessel of limbs and head and heart. His aura was like a field that attracted and bound, according to the rhythmic principle of his pure ruby heart. A pulse that was the expanding of stars, the rippling of galaxies, the coursing of celestial dust and cosmic essence through channels of black like the midnight punctures that dotted the universe. The dreams he had touched on the Emperor who now walked with the stride of the volcano and the fire's thunder, it glanced over the Empress who held strings of mist and rain in a hand with fingers like thread themselves.
And then two events came like spears to pierce his mind. First was a Angel, spawned from a Dragon that was Not a Dragon, a disease that made liaisons of stars and cancer of light, a infection that corrupted the celestial rays, and violated the image of radiance cupped in the blanket of the sky Second was flesh that gave a report like thunder, a divine judgement rendered on a dark behind, a rendering of justice by the palm of a sage striking the lower bottom wave like flesh of a Goddess.
These spears collided in the brain of Assyrain, and he felt their shards spin and careen through temple of his mind, the shards fragmenting and embedding themselves into the strands that connected one thought to another, bridges of contemplation and meditation; severed. A great wound opened inside, a white light that cut through his mind with its fury, the event-spears creating a collision that burst open a point of Piercing.
Erupting from his skull, a white light, a light to stab heaven and impale earth, a light that split air and ripped water, a light that was an act of fury become radiance to spiral and twist thorough time, as a boring blade of mind and soul. The light that was a severing, split and broke into four parts.
Four shards
Four aspects,
Four children.
One beam struck the South, and there was a black, like the depths of the whirlpools that tore open in the sea of the void around the world. Then there was a fire like the center of the axis that suns must pivot and roll around. Sounds that were the smashing of star matter, and the hammering of gravity as metallic substance came from the place the beam struck. The black bent and crumpled, and the the fire withing boiled and seethed with solar bubbles that were pounded out of the dense dark gravity. The entire orb that had formed, parted from a cleaving blow withing. From it emerged a demigod with skin the color of golden sunsets, and wings the shape of soaring blood racing out to meet the sky, after being let loose from the prison of veins.
His hair was the white of snow caught in fire and set aflame, brilliant with the beauty of things caught by the burning hands of destruction. He held a sword of black that contained the imperial fire of the sun, and made of a metal that could distort the molasses of space around the warping path of his blade. He was the Golden Demigod; made to slay the demons and other threats of the world. He loved battle and celebration, born to drink and cavort, even as he fought with a blade combining the powers of the sun's purity, with the abyssal weight of condensed and torn open gravity.
The second beam struck the West, and there was a different black, one of acid and soul rending horrors, a nightmare lava of monsters and devils made of shadow and pain, stitched and held by threads of blood. From this arose a shape that refused shape, a form of fang and claw that fed on light, and drank the life of the earth. This was the Black Demigod; made to devour and consume the demons and evils of the world. He/she was formless and accepted hunger into them like a welcome wound. They desired love and adoration above all else. Cherishing whatever hearts they could find that would accept their affections.
The third beam struck the East, and there was a blue that was not black, one that shuddered with power and fury, a pulsating pillar that crackled, before it burst and shattered into fizzling bolts and jagged strokes. Out of it came the Blue Demigod: She held the storm in her fists, and her steps were like the wind had become charged and excited by the raging torrents in her veins. She was impact and violence. Holding power over physical force, lightning, energy, and might. She wished to explore the world, and test its sights.
The fourth beam struck the North, and there was a ivory that was the same color as the Piercing point, that had split and parted the mind of Assyrain. From this wash of light that drowned other colors, came the White Demigod; they were made to heal the wound caused by corruption and teach the secrets of healing. Even as the Gold taught the Art of blade with sunfire and void dark, the Black the Art of rending flesh and devouring life, and the Blue the Art of destroying and long combat. But this Demigod was also a surgeon, and even as it exalted in healing and wisdom and the role of teacher. So did it too have the power to eviscerate the parts and pieces of the world.
Each Demigod went to make a Clan, according to their needs and styles. A Clan for each portion of the world, to rule in manners of demon hunting and blasphemy killing, with a family of mortal disciples to follow in their footsteps
(Summary of events: Assyrian makes four Demigods to create Clans of disciples to play world police over the numerous dangers, horrors, monsters and such running around. Golden is a sword master with power over the obliterating light of the sun, and using gravity to say increase his density, bend space, cut space, and so forth. Sun and blackhole merged into a sword art of demon slaying. Black is a formless mass of shadows, blood and negative energy. That rips apart things to devour them. They have powers to feast on life and energy, manifest insidious monsters, rip open minds and eat them, poison and acid. And in general has a martial art of dark kung fu powers that will melt you into slag before devouring your soul. Blue is raw power, she has strength, ferocity, speed, and is in physical stats the most brutal of them all. She uses a direct unarmed style that adds elements of thunder and lightning, and is wicked hyper fast, and the most skilled in army butchering. White is a healer and sage of great wisdom, and can cut away parts of the world he does not like from people. Like ripping your organs, bones, and blood, without harming the erst of the body or even weirder shit. The world is one massive body system he can manipulate by cutting basically. That is his martial art.)
Assyrian dreamed among the clouds, he sat as a crimson idol that was like liquid fire contained in the shape of man, energetic abstraction of the concept of blood poured into the vessel of limbs and head and heart. His aura was like a field that attracted and bound, according to the rhythmic principle of his pure ruby heart. A pulse that was the expanding of stars, the rippling of galaxies, the coursing of celestial dust and cosmic essence through channels of black like the midnight punctures that dotted the universe. The dreams he had touched on the Emperor who now walked with the stride of the volcano and the fire's thunder, it glanced over the Empress who held strings of mist and rain in a hand with fingers like thread themselves.
And then two events came like spears to pierce his mind. First was a Angel, spawned from a Dragon that was Not a Dragon, a disease that made liaisons of stars and cancer of light, a infection that corrupted the celestial rays, and violated the image of radiance cupped in the blanket of the sky Second was flesh that gave a report like thunder, a divine judgement rendered on a dark behind, a rendering of justice by the palm of a sage striking the lower bottom wave like flesh of a Goddess.
These spears collided in the brain of Assyrain, and he felt their shards spin and careen through temple of his mind, the shards fragmenting and embedding themselves into the strands that connected one thought to another, bridges of contemplation and meditation; severed. A great wound opened inside, a white light that cut through his mind with its fury, the event-spears creating a collision that burst open a point of Piercing.
Erupting from his skull, a white light, a light to stab heaven and impale earth, a light that split air and ripped water, a light that was an act of fury become radiance to spiral and twist thorough time, as a boring blade of mind and soul. The light that was a severing, split and broke into four parts.
Four shards
Four aspects,
Four children.
One beam struck the South, and there was a black, like the depths of the whirlpools that tore open in the sea of the void around the world. Then there was a fire like the center of the axis that suns must pivot and roll around. Sounds that were the smashing of star matter, and the hammering of gravity as metallic substance came from the place the beam struck. The black bent and crumpled, and the the fire withing boiled and seethed with solar bubbles that were pounded out of the dense dark gravity. The entire orb that had formed, parted from a cleaving blow withing. From it emerged a demigod with skin the color of golden sunsets, and wings the shape of soaring blood racing out to meet the sky, after being let loose from the prison of veins.
His hair was the white of snow caught in fire and set aflame, brilliant with the beauty of things caught by the burning hands of destruction. He held a sword of black that contained the imperial fire of the sun, and made of a metal that could distort the molasses of space around the warping path of his blade. He was the Golden Demigod; made to slay the demons and other threats of the world. He loved battle and celebration, born to drink and cavort, even as he fought with a blade combining the powers of the sun's purity, with the abyssal weight of condensed and torn open gravity.
The second beam struck the West, and there was a different black, one of acid and soul rending horrors, a nightmare lava of monsters and devils made of shadow and pain, stitched and held by threads of blood. From this arose a shape that refused shape, a form of fang and claw that fed on light, and drank the life of the earth. This was the Black Demigod; made to devour and consume the demons and evils of the world. He/she was formless and accepted hunger into them like a welcome wound. They desired love and adoration above all else. Cherishing whatever hearts they could find that would accept their affections.
The third beam struck the East, and there was a blue that was not black, one that shuddered with power and fury, a pulsating pillar that crackled, before it burst and shattered into fizzling bolts and jagged strokes. Out of it came the Blue Demigod: She held the storm in her fists, and her steps were like the wind had become charged and excited by the raging torrents in her veins. She was impact and violence. Holding power over physical force, lightning, energy, and might. She wished to explore the world, and test its sights.
The fourth beam struck the North, and there was a ivory that was the same color as the Piercing point, that had split and parted the mind of Assyrain. From this wash of light that drowned other colors, came the White Demigod; they were made to heal the wound caused by corruption and teach the secrets of healing. Even as the Gold taught the Art of blade with sunfire and void dark, the Black the Art of rending flesh and devouring life, and the Blue the Art of destroying and long combat. But this Demigod was also a surgeon, and even as it exalted in healing and wisdom and the role of teacher. So did it too have the power to eviscerate the parts and pieces of the world.
Each Demigod went to make a Clan, according to their needs and styles. A Clan for each portion of the world, to rule in manners of demon hunting and blasphemy killing, with a family of mortal disciples to follow in their footsteps
