97 - Birth of the seven Godchains

Keep calm and write something.

You'd think it's easy. Hehe. Its not. Erizos knew because well he was in a pickle at the moment. His hand hovered right above the creator module while his thoughts screamed in annoyance. The cause of his situation was due to the short earth goddess floating right beside him, her eyes intently fixed to the screen.

The pissed off goddess had managed to catch up to him by sending off the new child with Velces. Here she was now after a thorough scolding to the double sized god.

Gerasmine felt it bad to not have a say in the features or bodily aspects and abilities of her children. Highlighting the children part as Erizos always used her ichor for it.

To get her to cease the argument he had agreed to let her tweak some not so important parts. And here they both were. Only now did the All-father realize something quite important.

"Shit. They're all important parts."

Quite distressed at this he had hesitated in letting Gerasmine have her way with his unbirthed god's profile. In the end Erizos realized that whether in this life or his past , as a god or human one fact remained. Defeating a woman in an argument was still impossible.

So he'd let her tweak with the features but denied her the full capabilities of changing major things like gender or authorities. Once it was done he had sighed at the severity of the changes.

It all led to this moment right now. Everything was set , the damas, divinity and each cores for the different gods. Yes he was mass making the last of them.

"I don't trust you to not run off and make the rest on your own. So lets make them all now. What's the difference anyways, we have enough divinity and ichor to spare" had been her unshakeable argument. All the while Berus rolled over in laughter within Erizos head making the entire thing even more frustrating.

"Tch. Ill find a way to salvage all this then" he muttered with a click of his tongue in annoyance all the while glaring at Gerasmine who adorned a victorious smirk.

[Who said women didn't rule the world. Eh Multiverse. Hehehe" ]

Berus mocked while sending him a mental crooked grin. Feeling irritated he tapped down confirming the process.

'CREATE'.

'CREATE'.

'CREATE'.

'CREATE'.

'CREATE'.

'CREATE'.

'CREATE'.

And there right at the base of Taumune which he had been dragged back to. (Erizos was still unclear on how that happened) spawned the last of his supreme gods. The beings that along with their mother and elder counterparts would come to be known as the Godchains.

Erizos and Gerasmine watched side by side as light shimmered, darkness spread, fluctuations occured and different signs occured at Taumune's base. Just like with the others though the creation period didn't take up much time.

Slowly and surely each of the gods were completed in tandem , each just a minute apart. Having unruly beings was something he didn't want. Which was why he had made them one after each other. In this way among the seven popped the first god.

He was beautiful. And no it wasn't the use of the wrong word. For a male he was a beaut. Compared to Velces he was elegant and refined. Classy and cold. Long black hair that fell to his waist , thin lips and black cornea with red irises that highlighted the pools of black that were darker or as dark as the void. Lean and tall, with well manicured fingers and pointed ears.

His skin was weird, where it should have had a golden glow like other gods it instead was pale. Even more his skin seemed to have a sort of effect on the light attempting to reach it. Almost like it nullified or sucked away all the light. It was eerie in a way.

His entire personality was cold. While Calharra acted cold , he was indeed cold. His eyes set upon Erizos a vacant gaze within them or maybe it seemed that way due to the blackness and red pools The moment he locked gaze neck strained up a bit he made a low bow looking back down. Simultaneously a weave of black fog, smoke or abstract darkness surrounded him and then weaved into a garment.

A thought ran through his mind as he pondered on this. Before he hadn't really made any assumptions on it but now he realized something. All the gods and beings he made always came out naked but then weaved themselves attire of their various elements or divinities. Velces a robe of fire, Gerasmine a gown of vines and leaves. Calharra out of her divinity. At that moment the next one stepped forward. Sorry, slithered forward.

"Ssssh" it went. Bobbing it's head to him. It was about as long as he was tall. It's scales was as white as snow with shades of lighter grey here and there, grey barbs and spikes grew out it's head and its eyes a mystical blue glow. Four fangs grew from its jaws with the upper pair longer and jutting out permanently. From the top of its head to the tip of its tail were grey bone horns that pointed up, some curved to the sides and others just twisted in a runic manner. Its entire scale was littered with numerous tiny rulerunes from head to toe.

Before Erizos and Gerasmine could even be amazed at the mix between beauty and ferocity of the godlike creature out came the next one. But he was strangest of the three. He was nothing but a pool of liquid divinity. Only floating there. At first Gerasmine wondered if the birth had failed until it suddenly shivered and stretched then reformed its body. Long blue hair first fell as it slowly transformed, then the eyes were revealed, a transparent pool of aqua that shimmered. A very familiar face that was strangely different in a confusing way then a body that was lean, yet muscular.

"That's strange" Gerasmine muttered. She thought of the changes she had made but realized she didn't exactly know which god had which changes. There was no identification or anything in their creation files. Looking at the first god she noted some additions she had made. The beautiful face and lean body had been her. With the serpent its beautiful white scales had been her idea something which Erizos agreed with now after seeing it. But with the third one she couldn't see any of her changes. Looking to Erizos the god just shrugged. Fortunately or unfortunately both their attentions were stolen by the fourth one.

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OUTSIDE ERIZOS MULTIVERSE - PLANET FIARIN - MOUNT CARION

The moon shone down on a deserted village. The ground and the walls bearing faint but clear signs of a long forgotten battle. The once shattered ground had clumps of weeds growing out of them. The ruined short wooden walls decrepit with vines growing all over it. Several damaged houses still remained too unattended and forgotten.

It was this scene that met the eyes of the female as she strolled through the pathways of the village. Her eyes took in everything and left nothing unobserved.

Within the forest various treants and dryads watched hidden as this figure cruised through the forgotten abode of their former mistress. But none dared to reveal or challenge the lady. Her identity after all wasn't something the could hope to reach in a few millennia or even more.

So they just watched doing well to stay hidden. Of course it wasn't like the female was unaware of them but to her their existence was nothing more than sands to her feet.

Suddenly she halted her eyebrows furrowed her senses tingling. The treants froze holding their breaths almost like the believed that she'd spotted them. Yet her attention wasn't even around them. Her eyes moved from the village environment to the cliff boring into its sides then slowly moving up to the tiny statue on it that faced southward.

"No. Not it" . A soft honey like voice sounded out echoing like the bells of a church through the surroundings. She didn't know what she was looking for but she knew that it would be clear once she saw it.

Her finger trembled a bit and her eyes quivered making her smile. It was her bodies reaction when it was close to something she sort.

'Its close. But where?'.

The thought had her looking around.Her eyes went to the bigger statue before frowning. "Obviously not". Then she looked to the water. At first she shook her head.

"Too obvious". As she turned to find something that wouldn't stand out she stopped. Then looked back to the water.

"Reverse psychology eh" she hummed.

The treants were too busy focused on her every movement and every action that they barely noticed what was happening above them till it was too late.

BOOOM. Sssssh.

The ground quaked as a huge explosion raked the village stones rumbling down the cliff to fall into the lake. The ground trembled shaking the treants and dryads off balance but not for long as they swiftly firmed their roots into the ground.

Having stabilized their footing the looked forward. The female was gone but that didn't matter. What mattered was what lay there. Or rather what didn't lie there anymore.

Gone was the body of water that once settled at the base of the cliff. In its place rising off was a huge cloud of steam. The steam was so thick that they couldn't see anything beyond it. So they chose to wait.

While they waited the female was already within the chasm formed, staring with widened eyes at what hovered just shy of the bed rock.