Apotheosis
My Son, how you walk with a confidence born out of need. A stoic oak to face the raging seas on that lonesome cliffside. The shield in which I've come to rely, for every arrow blocked, for every strike parried away, for every knee you have fallen to. You shine, you shine with my light and be unto a beacon to the us all. The lighthouse on black seas, ever-present, solid and tall.
You faced my enemy, that putrid raven cloaked in eyes. The lips that whisper my name in my dreams as I create new worlds for which our children to grow and prosper, you wish to silence. I see here now, that the dark waves of our fallen children part before you, wings gold in the inky shadow. You have grown stronger than I ever thought imaginable. To surpass the expectations of this goddess, I am proud to have made you.
Oceans of fallen Children, be parted by your light. No amount of power we could summon was enough, no amount of weaponry nor technology calmed this raging tempest. Our Luminous soul, my luminous Sun. Will you make me proud as you walk forth and claim your birthright? What will you choose to become? What will you wield in your capable hands to paint the canvas of creation?
"Oh my, aren't you such a pretty thing!" The Raven whispered through the dark, the hazy void of antithesis to chock the light. The armies of Shadow Touched Children refused to approach, fearful of the liquid light that poured from his wings. Disobeying their sole command, their memories reminding them of the power this man held.
"Oh my pretty things should speak with the same sincerity as their being!" The Raven squawked in the dark, laughing as it sent pillar of Miasmic darkness after pillar upon the man with the force to split the crust of the planet in which he walked. The fires from deep in the world brightening the scene only enough to show his Sylvan face devoid of emotion.
"Such a pretty face shouldn't be so dour, my Darling Syn would never have made such an ugly expression." It mocked from far off.
"Speak not Mother Warmth's name, you vile carrion." He spoke and the world grew still.
"Ahhhhh." She purred from behind him, his ear buzzing with the sound. The scent of rot and bile filling his nose. "A man of such few words. Pitty, I will enjoy consuming you as much as I will heeeerrr."
She wasn't fast enough. Far too slow for the Son of Syn to cleave her in two with a blade of pure sunlight. She only laughed at his attempt as feathers and wings filled his vision, darkness to accompany all. "And what divine power do you hold Boy? Syn is a loving Mother of fire, heat and beauty, to what right do you have to be so disrespectful to Vilorlith's shame?"
"I am the First Son of Syn, I am the Arch Valkyre that hunts you Shadows to the corners of the Universe. I am Anlyth." He spoke without inflection, no hint of hesitation. Confidence made manifest. In the distant reaches of the Raven's mind, she remembered that name.
The twisted hellfire that engulfed her nest on that alien world, the pyrocrastic flows that erased her attempts to garner power from the other Shadows. The sunlight that blinded her and her armies, it was his name. "Posturing aside, boy, what do you wish to do here? Your army has fallen, this planet taken. What divine power do you hold that can challenge me?"
As she uttered her last words, his wings changed in hue. Fading, sucking in the light while his eyes burned a molten crimson. Black flames that licked away the shadows like an ocean to a stream. "I am Death."
Effect
Apotheosis is the penultimate effect in the final stages of the Tethering Cycle. Where the gods tethered themselves to their Children, slowly but surely growing in power and ability. The Divine Spark granted to all of the god's children is in actuality a piece of the gods themselves. Given freely to another, it grows, changes, adapts and overcomes.
This is the final step in a Eons long processes to create new gods.
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