𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧....
black¡!
𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧....
𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝘁¡!

Rage, that is love- rotten!
Rage, that is desire- rotten!
Rage!- like a prayer, unanswered,
ricocheting from your ceiling and
landing right onto your eyes, never
quite reaching where it was meant to.

- It's a shame your actions are as bland as your personality.

- Did this bitch just insult me?

- Ah, pardon me. A moment of silence, please, for this poor soul's intelligence since they seem to lack it.

- I'm going to have fun skinning you alive.

Welcome, dear child of the Arisen, to the introduction to your faith.

It seems that you are still pitifully unaware of the reality that you are in and frankly, you are as weak as a newborn fawn.

However, you certainly aren't as adorable as one.

But, do not fear or cry, dear child of the Arisen

This lesser god will take the time to introduce you to the faiths that you are able to choose from, some will grant you life altering abilities while others will actively seek ways to make your woeful existence even more pathetic.

Shall we get started, dear child of the Arisen?

- when was the last time I've seen my children?
have they been well?
have they been yearning for my affection?
Tell me, dear child of the Arisen, do you remember me? Do you remember my distorted face? Do you remember the way my children pleaded?

Do you remember, dear child of the Arisen?
Do not avoid my eyes, the very eyes that you have said that you would gladly drown in if it meant pleasing me.

Drown for me.

The Lonely God, a Crazed god,

I would usually not even explain who exactly this god is, however, since you are unaware of your past, dear child of the Arisen,
I will tell you that this god is, at the very least, not as crazed as many devotees say.
Yes, they do ramble on about the fallen angels that he had so readily abandoned, yes they do dislike the humans of this universe,

But they weren't always this way, he used to be a god that was kind, compassionate and no, he still disliked humans. The only one they have ever truly known besides themself, was you, dear child of the Arisen.
Before you threw this universe away.

Many devotees of this god refers to him as 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐒, however, you have referred to them as 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐀 once in your pitiful life before the fates split you into pieces.
Devotees of 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐒, tend to be blessed with either one of the following abilities; distortion, chrono vision, and abjuration.

Do remember, dear child of the Arisen, that there are many disadvantages to these abilities, if you are wondering what type of disadvantages just think of the state of the lonely god.

- did it hurt when I fell from my father's arms? Yes, my wings decayed. I clutched at star systems to slow the fall and the burns still smoulder,
faint shadows of feathers seared
into bleeding skin. this is pain?
I don't like it. I want
to go back.

this aching... this is aching? why are
my hands shaking?
dear child of the Arisen, will you not
soothe this aching?
have you forgotten our promise?

I am the first.
I was your first.
do not forget.

The fallen angel, an archangel forgotten by their own father,

The one who will be your salvation, the reason why so many humans still survive the wrath of the god,
they take most of the pain and they often get stripped of their wings.
Despite these struggles, they have remained the beacon of light that they were created to be.
They are the envy of many angels
The envy of their father
The reason why you have even made it here.

It's strange though, last time I checked,
dear child of the Arisen,
most of the archangels of the god had fallen from their father's arms and died, I do not recall one of them having survived...
But that is not my problem, most devotees of this fallen angel refer to them as 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋. The Archangel of Wisdom and Knowledge, it would serve your pitiful existence well to choose this fallen angel as your faith.
However, many devotees of this angel are victims of manipulation by their very own chosen faith.

Wait... no, that's not right
Pardon me, it seems I have been confused by the fallen angels.
𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 and their devotees are not victims of manipulation. Abilities that can be inherited from 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋, are the following; conjuration, wound manipulation and clairvoyance.

It is strange, though...
why is this lesser god so unsure of this angel?
am I forgetting something?
or have I been manipulated into forgetting...

ĐɆ₳Ɽ ₵ⱧłⱠĐ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ₳Ɽł₴Ɇ₦,
₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₴₮Ɇ₦ł₦₲? ĐØ ɎØɄ ⱧɆ₳Ɽ ₥Ɇ?

...
..
.

ɹǝɟıɔn˥ ɹnoʎ
'lǝɓuɐ uǝllɐɟ ʇsɹıɟ ǝɥʇ
'lǝɓuɐ uǝllɐɟ ǝɥʇ
'I sı ʇı 'sǝʎ
'uǝsıɹ∀ ǝɥʇ ɟo plıɥɔ ɹɐǝp 'ollǝɥ -

Dear child of the Arisen, can you hear me now?
good, I thought we had lost you to the violent devotees,
let us proceed.

- the devil is real. no, I am not a little red man with horns or a tail, I am beautiful. Because I used to be a fallen angel. No, I was not God's favourite.
You think of someone else, dear child of the
Arisen, someone who was forgotten
many aeons ago.

I... I am pitiful, I was abandoned, I was left by myself, not one of my siblings dared to visit
me. even after father had abandoned
them. they were all fools, fools until
the very end and look where
that got them,
dead.

but I had you, through all of
my weeping,
I had you,
and only you,
as it will remain.

Ah, the desperate devil.
A strange creature, indeed.
A... lonely, poor child abandoned right after the first fallen angel. It is ironic, though, she was always the most holy of creatures out of all.

Yet, they are feared, abandoned,
detested by their own devotees,
They are almost as pitiful as you,
dear child of the Arisen
They, however, are a wolf in sheep's clothing
they seem innocent and naïve,
but they are the devil for a reason

Relentless in her study of altering the memories of others, that is who she is
A devil who does anything for knowledge.
He is best avoided when alone, or not?
You were always the most idiotic of them all, dear child of the Arisen.
Devotees know this desperate devil as 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄, and abilities that can be inherited from this devil are the following; illusions, osteomancy, restoration augmentation.

If you choose this faith, you will be targeted by the violent devotees more than others.
Do heed my warning.

- death must exist for life to have meaning? What is death without their muse, life? What am I without you, dear child of the Arisen?
Are you afraid of me?

i have more than just blood on my hands,
blood, as though it stops here,
at my wrist, like a glove
as if i could do this,
and there is any
part of me that
isn't stained
or dripping.

I am death, themself.

I am feared, I am loved, I am needed,
you crave me
I complete you
We are meant to be hand-in-hand.

The Obsessive Death, themself.

As a lesser god, I would usually avoid even speaking of death, not because I fear them, but because I exist thanks to them
A creature that takes on the form of whatever attracts the soul they are after,
Death is anything but compassionate.
They are death,
They do not care if you have unfinished business or if you are not ready,
they take your soul and add you to their collection of souls.
Now, as the child of the Arisen, I recommend staying far away from this faith

You are life,
They are death,

They are not called obsessive without reason.
You are their muse, dear child of the Arisen,
without you in their life, they are a spiteful creature,
they cause more damage than they do good as they have once done.
This is basically all your fault, dear child of the Arisen.
Death is the scale of judgement
And your very existence...
breaks that scale.

Many devotees of Death are unknown, however, they do exist.
For they write of their faith under the alias of 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒, who is death.
You...
You remember them as
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒.
And children of Death inherit only one skill, blood manipulation.

Stay away from this faith, dear child of the Arisen.

Have you decided on your faith?

Rage, that is love- rotten!
Rage, that is desire- rotten!
Rage!- like a prayer, unanswered,
ricocheting from your ceiling and
landing right onto your eyes, never
quite reaching where it was meant to.

Well, dear child of the Arisen, this is all I have to inform you of
you are not as unaware of your peculiar as you were before but that does not mean you are any less naïve as before,

Me? I am a lesser god, I exist to guide you through this broken universe that you had abandoned.
I am not particularly biassed towards any of the faiths but I do put priority in death.

Why?

Is it not obvious?
They are the reason why I exist today.
They are the reason why I am stuck
helping you,
even if they do not remember