The Tortured Masterpiece

While it is true that a great number of stories of Athneron portray him as a creator of some morals, there are stories out there that show a darker side to this god. This is one such story.
It is impossible to say where Athneron gets the inspiration for some of his works. Sometimes he will simply put down a mountain, complete with caves and dungeons, and other times he will create new species of flora and fauna, with various levels of lethality to the creatures that live near them. Sometimes he will create a stable population of these creatures, or perhaps only one. Of the following creation, this much is known: it was fauna, and thankfully the only of its kind. Whatever the inspiration was for him on one particular day, long ago, however, must have been particularly dark.
It started in one of his temples, upon one of his altars. One of his priests noticed what appeared to be a living growth, constantly changing form, and slowly getting larger. He prayed to Athneron then, and feeling the god's presence, realized that he was observing an act of creation from his god. He quickly gathered all his fellow priests and devout, so they could watch the miracle unfolding in their house of worship.
The growth changed its form constantly, almost as if the god were searching for the best possible form for this new life. Athneron is not the savant of life that Jakular is, and struggled to create life as quickly. As it slowly gained mass, growing from the size of a goblin's claw to the size of a Shifter's head in a few hours, the gathered watched as everything about he growth changed, from the color, to the texture, to the number of legs or heads that it had.
Eventually, enthralled as they all were, and after nearly twelve hours of pure observation, an acolyte stretched out a finger to touch it. No one stopped it, and it is likely that no one noticed he was doing it, so enraptured were they with the new creation in front of them. It was only when contact was made did they snap out of their trance and notice something had gone wrong, very wrong indeed. As soon as the acolyte had made contact with the new creature on the altar, he was sucked into it, all of his mass and being absorbed by whatever this consumer was. It grew rapidly then, and seeing what had happened to their associate, all gathered took a few healthy steps back. A few even left, so disturbed were they by what they saw.
Soon it took up the entire surface of the altar, mostly due to the addition of the acolyte to the creature's size. That was when the fleshy mass developed a mouth. It started to scream, and as it developed more mouths, it screamed louder and louder, a never ending cacophony of tortured noise. The creature's form seemingly complete, those who remained turned to leave, horrified by what their god had wrought. In that instant, before the door, appeared Athneron himself. He charged them with taking care of his creation, his Athorepax. Some wept, but the head priest, without hesitation, pulled out a dagger and mutilated his own ears, so he would not be able to hear the wails of the Athorepax as he fulfilled his duty. The others took similar measures.
As he left, Athneron placed a mountain over the temple, hiding it from the world. Hope still persists among many that the creature will one day be found and destroyed. Some of Athneron's devout, however, seek out the mountain for another, more insane reason. They wish to be bonded to Athenax as the acolyte was, to be one with one of Athneron's creations.
Athneron has done a great number of good things to the world, but it should never be forgotten that the gods are accountable to none. Why he did this is still unknown, and may forever be.