Abraxas, The Lesser God of Even Lesser Demons

The almost ear-splitting howls of the demonic god pierced through the night. Scaring off the distant wildlife that had been dumb enough to remain despite the recent armed conflict.

Prior to the cry, Eidiri had gotten them all to start looting the bodies, taking their leather armor and weapons.

They secured foodstuffs, a map of the Fereling Woods (quite useful), weapons, as well as 3 silvers and 11 coppers, this, of course, being the combined funds that the soldiers had on them.

When they heard the demonic cry, they briefly stopped their looting, Edgar asking, "So do we keep doing this or run?"

To this, Eidiri proposed something that would seem insane, "How about, and hear me out guys, we go towards the screeching instead of away?"

"Umm... not sure if you know this Eidiri, but that thing over there is, quite literally, a god," Ken hesitantly said.

"And you know, the powers of a god are quite a bit above our current station, if you know what I mean," Edgar added.

"You guys aren't hearing me out here, at least listen to my reasoning here. So the issue here is that the thing over there is a god, right?"

Edgar and Ken nodded.

"Okay, now that we have ascertained that the issue is that the thing over there is a god. Listen to my great, oh so amazing plan to slay the thing over there."

"Okay, so we've heard the thing over there crying for blood. Not to mention that the cultists were literally killing the people to spill their blood on the ritual circle."

"We also saw Mr. Branson cut his hand and spill the blood into that creature's mouth."

"From this, we can effectively determine that the creature has a need for blood."

"This thing was just recently summoned, and with some simple deduction on common tropes and stuff, mainly because it would be insane to toss a fully-fledged god at newbies straight off the bat."

"This Evil God, Abraxas or whatever, is probably at the infant stage. I'm assuming that this God is at only a mere fraction of their strength and that they need blood to materialize their full strength at this realm," Eidiri finished his explanation.

"Even still, Eidiri, even if it really is a weakened version of itself, it doesn't change the fact that it really is a god. We can't just walk in expecting it not to have some form of defense."

"A being of divinity is just going to put in all this effort to materialize themselves just to let it all go to waste," Ken retorted.

Edgar then interjected, "Okay, now while I do agree with both lines of reasoning, what if we didn't actually fight the god?"

To this Eidiri and Ken just gave looks of confusion, clearly not understanding what he had just said.

"Okay, this Evil God, or whatever is probably going to become very important. Like I don't know an invasion of our dimension or something along those lines."

"So what if we just, like weaken it even further now? We probably won't be able to kill it as Ken said, but if we can weaken it, we'll probably be able to get some sort of reward and weaken an enemy force."

At this, Edgar's imagination starting running wild.

"What if Abraxas is like some sort of demon envoy or scout or something?"

"And then once we weaken it we can report it to The Church of Light or whatever the equivalent is in this game."

"We'll be able to receive an even greater reward from providing proof that such an event is happeni-"

Eidiri cuts Edgar off, "Okay now we're getting ahead of ourselves here. But Ken, if you're fine with it, then let's go in there and screw up some stuff, c'mon."

Ken, wrily shakes his head, "Aw, you know what. Yea screw all of it. God-slayers sounds like a good title."

The trio, abandoning their instincts telling them to take the hills if they want to live, confront the torturous screams.

Parting the shrubbery surrounding the circle, Eidiri makes a little opening so that his eyes can see out.

The blood that was spilled, cultist and caravan member alike, was all flowing to the center, the trembling infant body of the Evil God absorbing it all.

"More! More!" Abraxas cried, "Kneel before your god! Offer up your meaningless lives in search of a higher purpose, become one with divinity!"

"Hey, Eidiri?" Edgar asked.

"Quiet down. But what's up?" Eidiri replied.

"The sky. But regardless of that, can I prepare to yeet the child?" Edgar asked.

"Goddamn it, you spend way too much time online," Ken groaned.

"No you may not 'yeet the child'" Eidiri said, throwing air quotes to emphasize the 'yeet the child'.

"We are probably going to walk up to this thing, stab it, since it hasn't formed a body with any real strength, ruin its efforts, and wait for it to try to manifest again. Okay?"

"Wow, way to undersell the whole 'going to kill a god thing', damn gotta take the fun out of it," Edgar complained.

"Ignoring Edgar, let's just finish this thing," Ken said.

The three of them burst out from the bushes, running towards the fledgling Evil God.

As if it sensed them, its eyeless sockets turned to face them, its mouth contorting to form a twisted grin.

"I see you have brought more sacrifices. Well go on then, spill their blood. Your god demands so."

"Ah shucks, guys, I'm feeling an intense urge to kill myself right about now. What about you?" Edgar sassed.

"Shut up man," Ken said. "God, you're just getting more horrible."

"I mean should you really say that now, like, Gods are actually a thing," Edgar retorted.

While Edgar and Ken were having their little mini-debate, Eidiri just decided to walk up and stab at what appeared to be its defenseless body.

"Haha you fools, you really think a god wouldn't have any forms of defense. I'm far beyond your realm of comprehension, the barrier I have erected would never be struck down by you!" Abraxas yelled tauntingly.