Aascar'ri: The Mad God
The mad god turned his gaze back to the walls of the crater. His eyes glowed different shades of color as they traversed the spectrum of light reflected from its surface. "So frustrating." came another voice, mildly masculine in resonance, vile and sarcastically condescending in tone. To this, the body’s face sneered only for the briefest of moments. There was true animosity present in the body’s motions. This only increased his distaste for this aspect of his being as he felt the loss of control building. Only Dorrok had this power over the Overorder, the true mind of the Eternal and core of the god's being. "So sad this limited brain of ours." The body now grew tense and began to quiver growing ever more rigid. The quiver became a shake, then a spasm. His vast array of senses reached out across the landscape. He could feel every pebble, every crack of the terrain, every breath of breeze. He could hear every crackle of lightning far off to the south-west and a whirling vortex of wind churning across the landscape to the north. His eyes peered deep into the atoms of the crater wall, no longer flashing through the Electro-Magnetic Spectrum but rather blasting the very limits of the body’s puny brain.
Pain erupted through every molecule of the mortal form as stress and exertion threatened to rip the very bonds that held his skull together. Blood began to flow from his eyes, nose, and ears. The tremors had become so violent, they threatened to break bones and rend loose joints and his clenched teeth risked shattering under the pressure. “Let go.” Came the voice, soft, soothing to his tortured mind. His eyes rolled back into his head; his body went limp supported only by will. He seemed to float in the air as if gravity ceased to be. “Yes, be calm. Be at peace.”
His world Exploded. His very mind wrapped in a plasmatic fire so bright all became a white sea of nothingness and the pain… exquisite. There comes a point when torturous agony gives way to orgasmic ecstasy. As one’s own pain receptors shut down and the flow of brain chemistry rushes through every inch of a body, sparing it the trauma of excruciating death. He could feel the tentacle-like filaments of Dorrok’s will caressing his blazing flesh. It penetrated, and every nerve ending it touched sent shivers of rapture coursing in waves of pure pleasure. So, lost in this ecstasy was his mind, it came as a true shock when he felt his thoughts being ripped away from the physical world. Focus returned to his mind’s eye, just as the extreme white of his world became interrupted by a patch of black careening towards him. This arch of blackness seemed to reach out and grab his very being, pulling him ever faster into oblivion. The gate slammed shut behind him. Mind-numbing cold met his ravaged and screaming senses. The plasmatic existence that he knew only moments before was replaced by the chilling touch of the vacuum of space. Another moment brought a stiffening that induced a panic. Another brought complete paralysis of all but thought and with the passing of another moment, even that ceased. A universe of black engulfed what bit of consciousness remained and the last single thought this broken psyche could muster, spilled forth into the void..." Tartarus."
A distant, soothing, yet irritated voice entered his final glimmer of existence as if born on a warm summer breeze. “Hmm, this is going to take a while.”
Divine Domains
God of Strife, Peace, Chaos, Darkness, Pain, Pleasure, Temperance, Torment, Vengeance, Suffering, Destruction, Life, and Creation. These are the spheres of influence governed over by the Eternal Elementals he in his madness consumed and from his madness emerged reborn.
Holy Books & Codes
There are no holy works written in his name for his existence is known only to those chosen by the Mad God and no written instructions are needed as the disciples of the Madness, The Dominionate, are in direct contact with the instinct and reflexivity of the Overorder. They are guided by his will and they act as a type of immune system protecting the world and the Primordial flesh of the living divinity.
Divine Symbols & Sigils
None as his is not a missionary faith but rather a divine instrument, a tool to be used and disposed of upon depletion of divine energy.
Tenets of Faith
There are no tenets of faith as the Dominionate could care less about any mortal being's opinion. The Dominionate is, or so it seems, completely devoid of independent thought or action. Perhaps other than the slavish devotion to whatever task a Dominionate (disciple, avatar) is tasked with performing.
Holidays
None. The appearance of a Diminionate is no time for celebration if anything it would be an in memoriam. A time when a Dread Walker is hunting is rather a time of pure terror and Deaths contemplation.
Divine Goals & Aspirations
Keep the balance. If there was a tenet of faith, this would be it. This is, of course, a reasoned conclusion as the Dominionate do not speak. They do not communicate in any way known other than perhaps the mind-crippling psychic blast it leads its attacks with.
Divine Classification
Once he was a being of tremendous power and reached the very limits of reality but now is a prisoner trapped in a cell of flesh, bone and limited brain..
Religions
Alignment
True Neutral
Church/Cult
Children
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