Set Me Up
Thalia
10-31-2020, 10:39 PM
Thalia nodding in understanding. Unfortunately she knew some of her family had moved away from the more traditional Abraxas teachings, though she still deemed them as remarkably important. Not everyone, or even a small fraction of everyone, would give much weight - if any - to the teachings she had to pass on... and that was why it was tricky to ignore this male asking to learn more. Any bit of knowledge spread, even if they didn't fully believe in her God, was important, right? At least it certainly felt that way. Teaching was not really something she was familiar with, but she served the Fallen God first and foremost; she would do what had to be done.
"I'll tell the story as it was told to me," Thalia started, finally settling down onto her hindquarters. Her father had always had a flair for the dramatic, at least when it came to their God, just as she did. He'd feared him as much as he'd worshiped him and she'd been taught to do the same. The vengeance of the Fallen God was merciless, but that was what made Him so great at the same time. "This happened long ago, long before my parents or even theirs walked this realm. There was a time when one God ruled above all the rest. He was naturally their superior, in all regards, from his intellect to his drive. As is naturally when one holds all the power, eventually the others came together and sought to overthrow him. Their war began in the heavenly realm, but before long it spread to the mortal world. Wolves raged war against one another, as did countless other creatures whose kind have been lost to time. Even the seas and the winds were at oppositions - the world became barely hospitable, a place rife with chaos, something that had never existed before."
Thalia paused for a moment, clearing her throat before continuing. "Of course, the lesser gods wanted to overthrow the mightiest God, so together they banished him to the mortal world, using all their power to strip him of his own. All because he was a natural-born leader, superior to them, and they couldn't resign themselves to that fact. They couldn't recognize his greatness, and thus banished him instead. A seed of rage was planted in his heart, and it only grew, spreading like a plague across the world. From his rage all ailments were created - from illness to sadness, to death itself. He is the Fallen God, and we as Abraxas are direct descendants of him. By proving to the world our greatness, once again we can rise to godliness and retake what was stolen from him," Thalia concluded finally. The story itself was somewhat abstract, though epic if you truly considered what had happened because of the Fallen God's banishment, and her voice grew slightly in volume as she told her tale. As she concluded her tale, she leaned back and tried to assess what Kefka might've thought of her little tale.
Words: 504
Total: 1,923
"I'll tell the story as it was told to me," Thalia started, finally settling down onto her hindquarters. Her father had always had a flair for the dramatic, at least when it came to their God, just as she did. He'd feared him as much as he'd worshiped him and she'd been taught to do the same. The vengeance of the Fallen God was merciless, but that was what made Him so great at the same time. "This happened long ago, long before my parents or even theirs walked this realm. There was a time when one God ruled above all the rest. He was naturally their superior, in all regards, from his intellect to his drive. As is naturally when one holds all the power, eventually the others came together and sought to overthrow him. Their war began in the heavenly realm, but before long it spread to the mortal world. Wolves raged war against one another, as did countless other creatures whose kind have been lost to time. Even the seas and the winds were at oppositions - the world became barely hospitable, a place rife with chaos, something that had never existed before."
Thalia paused for a moment, clearing her throat before continuing. "Of course, the lesser gods wanted to overthrow the mightiest God, so together they banished him to the mortal world, using all their power to strip him of his own. All because he was a natural-born leader, superior to them, and they couldn't resign themselves to that fact. They couldn't recognize his greatness, and thus banished him instead. A seed of rage was planted in his heart, and it only grew, spreading like a plague across the world. From his rage all ailments were created - from illness to sadness, to death itself. He is the Fallen God, and we as Abraxas are direct descendants of him. By proving to the world our greatness, once again we can rise to godliness and retake what was stolen from him," Thalia concluded finally. The story itself was somewhat abstract, though epic if you truly considered what had happened because of the Fallen God's banishment, and her voice grew slightly in volume as she told her tale. As she concluded her tale, she leaned back and tried to assess what Kefka might've thought of her little tale.
Words: 504
Total: 1,923