Van-Hael

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God of Death, The Ghost Prince

Once a mortal man, Van-Hael was approached by The Creator and offered the chance to become a god in exchange for preventing the living and the dead from crossing over into their opposing realms. He accepted and, in doing so, Van-Hael lost everything that made him mortal; his life and, by default, his death.

Now, Van-Hael serves as the God of Death. He balances the metaphorical scales of the world by controlling a powerful, magical mist that acts as a barrier between the realm of the living and the realm of the dead.

The figure rests a hand on Boden's shoulder. Supportive. Gentle.

Boden looks up, takes in the figure - a young man, hair short and white, eyes completely black. Somehow, Boden thinks, it doesn't detract from the small, sad smile or genuine kindness radiating from the man.

"Where am I?" Boden asks. He looks around. Sees a battle field not unlike the one he had just been on. But it's different, quiet, all dulled and dark toned. "Is it night time? How long have I been unconcsious?"

The man's eyes wrinkle, full of pity. He sighs before answering, voice echoing through the air as if he had spoken on all sides. "I am sorry, Boden Jask, but you are no longer a part of the living. I am Van-Hael, the Ghost Prince, and I have come to lead you home."

As a god who was once mortal, Van-Hael has a soft spot for the mortals of Ma’rune. There is a lingering bitterness, small as it may be, when he watches them as he was denied his right to live and die by The Creator. He is happy enough with his position though and understands that it was a necessary sacrifice to make.

He helps mortals where he can and will often grant boons to those who seek to help others. The most famous boons that he has bestowed upon the mortal realm are the Blessing of Van-Hael and the Blessing of Eternity, both of which are given to the Shields of Yondar during their Rite of Aegis.

Relationships

Van-Hael

Rival (Trivial)

Towards Valis

-2
-2

Frank


Valis

Rival (Important)

Towards Van-Hael

-2
-2

Subversive


History

Valis and Van-Hael have worked together in the past to achieve common goals, but there has never been any real friendship behind the notion. Each time they have worked together has been a rather practical affair. More a means to an end than anything else.

Relationship Reasoning

Currently, the main reason for their rivalry is that Valis is trying to break free of the chains that have sealed their divine domain in darkness, whilst Van-Hael is trying to stop her. She believes that freeing the Pantheon from it's prison and starting anew is the best option of the Pantheon right now, lest they all fade away to nothing as time goes on. Van-Hael is actively trying to stop her because breaking those chains will unleash that darkness on the mortal realm, tearing it asunder.

Their rivalry also stems from the beliefs of their worshippers. Ever since the The Church of Van-Hael's creation, his followers have been at odds with the Nightsingers, and Valis has taken this slight against her followers personally.

Van-Hael

Rival (Important)

Towards Manem

-3
-3

Frank


Manem

Rival (Important)

Towards Van-Hael

-3
-3

Frank


Uriel

Enemy

Towards Van-Hael

0
0

Van-Hael

Enemy

Towards Uriel

0
0

Van-Hael

Enemy

Towards Samua

0
0

Samua

Enemy

Towards Van-Hael

0
0

Van-Hael

Ally

Towards Idwan

0
0

Idwan

Ally

Towards Van-Hael

0
0

Van-Hael

Ally

Towards Erdhil

0
0

Erdhil

Ally

Towards Van-Hael

0
0

Van-Hael

Ally

Towards Jopha

0
0

Jopha

Ally

Towards Van-Hael

0
0

Divine Classification

God

Spouses
Siblings
Children
Favoured Forms

Van-Hael remains in the form that he took when he was once mortal - that of a male human

Divine Domains

At his strongest (radiance), Van-Hael represents:

  • Endings
  • Change
  • Mortality
  • Letting go of attachments

At his weakest (umbrage), Van-Hael represents:

  • Failure
  • Resistance to change
  • Bargaining
  • Unimaginable grief

"Why have you come here?" a voice spoke. Soft. Uncannily so.

I turned to find its speaker. There stood a man, hair long since greyed. His eyes, wells of sadness, drew me in, made it difficult to focus on little more than the memories of my own grief.

The tears streaming down my cheeks were of little note. Even now, I cannot remember why I had cried, only that I had. Or why this man, so unassuming yet so superior to my mortal coil, had looked on with a pity bred from understanding.

Excerpt from "The Stone and the Storm"


Cover image: Deities Banner Green by SunlanceXIII

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