by Oras Auro 16th September 2018, 8:19 am
Atia found Izayuki's comment rather humorous. "My dear Iza~ Have you already forgotten that my powers were, and still are, specialized in the emotions of others? I can feel that deep seeded hatred for them, and by extension for me. At any rate let's move on from this topic, I doubt you want to talk about such things." Oras was thinking about what Atia had just told him, but he needed more details. "...I, need to know more details on a few things. Just to make them clearer. How were you tricked by humanity? What did the gods and goddesses do to you? And what did you do as a form of revenge?" Atia sighed, clearly not enjoying the specifics of the topic but willing to discuss it with him. "It was partially my fault, I was so innocent back then. Wanting everyone to be good, and trying so hard to see the good in everyone. Remember how my job was to help mortals reach their goals and desires in life? I wanted help them all as best I could. What I didn't know in my youth was that I couldn't help everyone, despite being an all powerful being. My attention was spread thin, and the mortals had caught onto this. Those whose desires were greedy and corrupt began gaining my help in subtle ways. Working in the shadows until they had slowly grown their power. Soon enough they rose from the shadows with full control of the world. While I was shocked they committed massacres, enslavement. Sacrificing innocent lives to collect more power for themselves. Selling women for pleasures, children into slavery, you're typical human stuff. It devastated me to see how twisted humans could truly be and I looked to my family. The other gods and goddesses for help. Instead of showing compassion to me and forgiving me for making a mistake, and helping me to correct it. They placed all blame on me and exiled me. Every god and goddess who ever knew me would scorn, curse and scold me. I was the goddess of emotions and dreams, and they had shattered my own.
"Thousands of years passed. With each passing year more of my heart cracked and shattered. I stared at the hearts of humanity, watching as one by one. Each innocent soul was either snuffed out, or turned into darkness. I began to learn the hard way what corruption was truly like. And how easy it is for you mortals to become so selfish, uncaring of others. How quickly you turn on each other for your own benefit. How much you crave power over friends and allies. And while some of you were not like that, it seemed to be the common area mortals of all races seemed to have fallen into. By the time ten thousand years had passed I saw no more purity in humanity. No one else lived who could be called pure and good... And I had come to hate humanity. I had come to hate the ones who forced me from my home for one single mistake. Because gods are meant to be 'perfect'. They are no better than mortals. Like son like father so to speak. Over those ten thousands of years my soul and powers had changed. I had become an entity of chaos and destruction, strong enough to rival their creations and powers. And I had sworn to take my revenge on them for the rest of eternity. And to start off: I shredded the universe I had been exiled to watch my faults grow. That entire universe filled with corrupted mortals, not a shred of humanity left. I burned it all to the ground, as they should be. And made sure each one went to the worst hell available.
"From there I continued my conquest. Traveling from dimension to dimension, destroying everything they had created. I spared the innocent, sending them to other worlds but I still believed they would turn in the end. The gods and goddesses came to hate me, and used their powers to erase the memories of me from everyone in existence. Everyone they could reach so that 'their failure' would not be discovered. I continued my onslaught on their creations, but I had made a fatal mistake. By letting my hate consume me, I was slowly becoming them. And by extension, my own morals were chipping away. And in the end I wanted to destroy their creations before they were finished. And my thought process had been: What better creation to ruin than those they give life to? So I had interrupted your creation ceremony and altered it. I felt the surging hatred from the gods and I felt that it was my greatest achievement. I had finally stopped him from completing the one thing he enjoyed doing... But it was, at my own cost. I hadn't thought that he would use the soul after it had been altered by me, but he made the attempt anyway. He placed you in your mortal mother and I watched carefully to see what would happen. I watched you be born and was shocked that you had survived. Every other soul was obliterated by my presence, but you were so pure.. So innocent and pure that you had fused with my power. It was enough to put a pause to my endless rage and helped me to focus on what it was I had been doing. I saw the line I had crossed and worked harder to never make the same mistake again. Now however I had two goals: My never ending thirst for revenge, but also to observe this new life I had helped to create, not destroy. Even if it was by accident.
"My intrigue had shifted over time. It had been so long since I had observed the lives of the innocent. Of a child growing up with wishes, dreams and excitement. And yet you were different than others. You never realized it but your process of thinking was different than the other children. It's one of the reasons you survived the wizard's onslaught. Why Raven protected you. Watching you grow up... I had forgotten what it was like to care for someone. To genuinely love someone. From that moment on Oras, I decided to put my revenge in the backseat. You are my first priority."
"Then why weren't you there? Why didn't you help me? Protect me? Stop the wizard? Why weren't you there when I was growing up?" He asked. There wasn't any hostility in his voice. The logical side of him was back and dominant again, there wasn't any real reason to be angry at her for what had happened. However he wanted a reason for why she wasn't there for him. This time she looked away. "...The primary reason was that I was afraid. For what you mortals could call an eternity I had spent every moment acting out on revenge. It has been so, so long since I had done anything to help another. I was terrified that my interacting with you would do more harm than good. I especially didn't want to make it harder for you to gain friends. Your distrust of people doesn't just come from your experience, but from me."