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On The Secret Genesis Of Eris 1-5 complete
« on: February 20, 2018, 10:54:50 pm »
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part 1
NYX

There are persistent rumors and disagreements whispered most quietly in the halls of the gods. The best remaining records will agree, and all the gods have seen, Hera declares Eris to be her daughter. Those among the Olympians that have been around the longest, and have seen Eris lose her top a few times, wonder quietly to themselves, and to each other privately, and always with utmost caution, whether the rumor that she is in fact the daughter of dark Nyx, the titan who is the cold, deadly, and radiant night sky, could possibly be true.

I am but a privileged mortal, and so no sure source of the truth. If you have ear though I shall tell you a tale that even the gods may hesitate to utter.

'Tis said that Nyx was most upset by the doings of the gods and their little monkey pawns in the earliest days. They were so loud and obnoxious in the evenings when she displayed her greatness and even the most ferocious creatures felt compelled to their quiet, worshipful night sounds.

The then still newly crowned gods had their revelry and sport, ambrosia and dark wine, their hateful fire. These were bad enough, but far more obnoxious, and puzzling, were the noises that the pathetic human wretches far below Olympus made. Sounds that echoed out from against rough cave walls and from under even rougher furs stolen from other creatures in attempt to keep back from their own, all too thin, flesh her chilling breath. Nyx watched on and approached bit by bit ever closer, rapt by their strange and piercing cries and wondering about what these tiny mortal beings could possibly dare to do in her presence so often, and yet seemingly wish to so conceal from her.

Much was obscured from Nyx's sight by fur and shelter; though it must be said here that she was then quite blissfully unaware of how much more she was truly missing. Nyx's singular obsession in the earliest days had been with the sounds that the humans made in her presence. Rapturous and savage the sounds were. So unlike the sonic nocturnal emissions of all the other creatures they were.

Where most creatures crawling upon the dirt produced a song and began the rituals of survival, and procreation, and rest under forever present stars humanity hid themselves from her splendor. They made not mere music but a riot of sounds so like the revels of the distant gods and yet somehow more. More desperate and savage and needful and so very warm against the unending chill that Nyx was accustomed to. Theirs was a riotous and obnoxious, but so very compelling, symphony that followed it's own rythym and respected no seasons.

Often Nyx believed that perhaps some humans had died after emitting particularly terrible cries only to see faintest movement as her train receeded into the west as she often turned to allow some few of her luminous eyes to linger for one final glimpse. Though it often so happened, often enough to keep ageless and enigmatic Nyx wondering, that one or both stirred no more after she passed.

Nyx pitied or was apathetic toward the humans in every concern other than the mystery of their hidden doings in her presence. Often she would hear word of their deeds during the sport of grand Helios, he who is the riotous day. Her all too brief conversations with him in passing for an age's worth of ages were one of the few things that Nyx could be said to truly enjoy and cherish in any sense that a mortal might fathom. Other than an occasional, and most amusing, scornful eye when his glory proved too powerful for the fragile little wretches, and caused a retreat to their caves and pathetic wooden shelters, he seemed clearly better regarded by them than she. 

Yet still their mysterious cries continued unceasingly in her presence.

And so Nyx continued to listen,
ever more fervently and closely,
to the riot and rythyms of it all
as many ages passed into aeons.

This went on, and was
the way of things until,
as is ever more certain than
even immortals might prefer,
things changed.
« Last Edit: February 24, 2018, 03:58:59 am by The Wizard Joseph »
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Re: On The Secret Genesis Of Eris 1-5 complete
« Reply #1 on: February 20, 2018, 10:57:04 pm »
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pt2
Prometheus

The gods had long ago won their place on Mount Olympus in a terrible war against the Titans known as the Titanomachy, finally banishing all but the most powerful, gargantuan, and remote, such as Nyx and Helios, to fetid imprisonment in Tartarus. Indeed those struggles had borne the upstart gods considerable fruit.  They had no desire to share this fruit with lowly humanity.


 Zeus, upon taking the throne as mighty king of the gods, had outright  forbidden any interaction between gods and mortal men that was not one of abject reverence. He saw fit to declare that humanity's place was to be forever beneath the gods of Olympus. Few of the Olympians had a care about this. No god was fool enough to say otherwise.

It was only the insightful and treacherous titan Prometheus that looked upon humanity and saw a use; as he did when he looked upon all things.
He had betrayed the other titans from the outset of the war and proven  more than once a turning point in that ancient struggle. He had forseen victory for Zeus and his upstart siblings.

In joining the young gods and their campaign Prometheus had sought both to survive the war in freedom and to mitigate the limitless destruction the war would otherwise surely cause to the world and it's inhabitants. He was fond of these things as he had been instrumental in helping to form them from ancient Chaos. He was especially fond of humanity. He alone understood their minds and had granted them much of his own vaunted foresight, mostly to see what would come of it.

The thin hope that had swayed Prometheus was that Zeus would rule more justly than had his father, fell Kronos, the son of Uranus, a usurper who had taken his own father's genitalia, and thereby throne, by force. It was Zeus' fated right to depose Kronos for that crime and also for consuming Zeus' many siblings in rightful fear of this very fate likewise befalling him. Zeus had been quite full of assurances while there was need. Prometheus had not much choice but to believe Zeus and attempt to guide the mighty, ambitious, and reckless young godling. Zeus was often quite heedless of Prometheus' advice and instruction, to the ancient titan's constant irritation.

In the aftermath, as reward for the innumerable contributions and unrecoverable sacrifices he had made during the war, Prometheus had been granted a minor estate upon the lower slopes of Olympus. His place among these fledgling gods, for all time, was to be next to the billowing smoke stacks of the forges that Hephastus and Athena tirelessly worked to produce for the gods their many wonders. It was the least desireable estate upon all of Olympus, and a clear insult. It must be said that even more than the Olympians the Titans are selfish and vengeful beings. Prometheus was also thoughtful, patient, and treacherous.

And so Prometheus watched on even as humanity was being watched ever more closely by his distant aunt Nyx. As Nyx's obsession grew and humanity struggled and strove on for survival Prometheus foresaw that if nothing changed Nyx would overtake frail humanity and in her full embrace they would perish and Prometheus have nothing left of his most interesting experiment, and no notable status upon Olympus,
forever.

And thus Prometheus patiently waited,
and watched, and plotted, and took action,
as he had done by his immortal nature,
since the beginning all known things,
and found the means to bring a change

And so in his irreversible actions
Prometheus would save humanity

And so in his lust for due vengeance
Prometheus foresaw not the true cost
And nearly brought an end to the world
« Last Edit: February 24, 2018, 03:58:39 am by The Wizard Joseph »
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Re: On The Secret Genesis Of Eris 1-5 complete
« Reply #2 on: February 20, 2018, 10:59:34 pm »
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Zeus


 It all seemed so terribly far in the past now to Zeus, the almighty king of the gods. That daft old coot Prometheus had defied Zeus' commands, stolen from his house, and worse disproven Zeus' claims of omniscience before the other gods, if not ignorant and wretched humanity. Zeus had grudgingly left his revelry and reasserted his authority swiftly and terribly after Prometheus had stolen the fire from his hall, while mighty Zeus slept, and then, damnably, given it to the smelly beasts below Olympus.

 In what was to the immortals but a few moments humanity had taken this forbidden gift and with it's powers had spread to all corners of the world and had begun to cling together and yammer and rut in it's warm light. Worse, even as Zeus sought to ensure that humans would use it to make sacrifices that would honor the gods with a portion of all their best produce, and so happen to slow their growth, Prometheus had slyly coached the human priests at Mecone into decieving Zeus.

He had been gallingly duped into accepting a pile of fat and bare bones as his sacred portion, leaving humanity all of the guts, good flesh, and thick skins to work with, and a deal struck by a god is forever; or they are no god at all. The torturous price that Zeus levied on Prometheus for the changes he had so slyly sought, and insubordinantly wrought, is well known to this day and, like all things, did not last forever.

 Alas, that cloud headed old fool Prometheus was no longer the problem at hand. A far more urgent matter now roused Zeus from his wine and sport. Fair and deadly Nyx had gone mad with an understandable hatred toward the loathsome humans, but also a dreadful, though notably insatiable, desire.

On seeing lowly humanity bearing flame into her holy darkness.
On seeing their wanton and unquenchable passions and betrayals. 
On seeing their piercingly clever eyes in firelight cast ever upwards.

as though they,
though mortal,
would make theirs,
the whole world,
and also take
dark, dread Nyx
some fine day

She had instead come to them.

In what seemed an unending and horrifically lustful frenzy Nyx had begun madly spawning monsters from the largest and most fearsome beasts upon Gaia and terrible, cannibalistic giants from those poor mortals caught alone by her;

those that had,
quite foolishly
if  very bravely,
wandered too far
from the firelight

The offspring of this horrible spawning had become such a constant problem that Zeus lamented, in an exceptionally loud and open fury before the other gods, that he could not even get properly drunk anymore for concern that yet another terror would set foot upon Olympus while he was indisposed.

Such incidents were becoming ever more frequent. Zeus was most displeased, as ever more were the other gods. He set forth to address the matter, after his accustomed fashion. So it came to pass that Zeus, after so much wine as he dared, declared before an assembly of the other gods that he would resolve the matter by his might, and all in one day.

Up and into the realm of near infinite Uranus Zeus rose. Uranus, whose age and vastness were second only to eldest Chaos, barely noticed as the speck that was the king of the gods rose to harry his little sibling Nyx.

Nyx noticed.
Long had she desired
this encounter.

And so Zeus,
in striving
to return things
to the way
they had been,
would be
irrevocably
changed.
« Last Edit: February 24, 2018, 03:58:15 am by The Wizard Joseph »
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Re: On The Secret Genesis Of Eris 1-5 complete
« Reply #3 on: February 20, 2018, 11:02:41 pm »
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part 4
Hera


It had been twenty three days. Twenty three dark and terrible days passed after Zeus went upward into the endless sky, arrayed for battle in his father's finest armor and upon the last functioning chariot of a Titanic era long since ended, seeking to bring an end to Nyx's mischief.  Zeus had ordered all of the gods under his hospitality to enter into his lofty palace upon Olympus and not to leave, if they valued their existences, until his swift return, save only his brothers Poseidon and Hades. Their abodes beneath wave and soil were quite secure. Knowing their brother, in wisdom they had willfully remained in their own places, and even as Zeus had hurtled ever upwards into the darkening heavens a storm like no other before or since enveloped this ancient world.

To call it merely "a storm" is truly a disservice.
The storm is perhaps fitting.
The storm that filled every part of the sky with lightning and thunder and water and cruel winds.
The storm that shook the mountains and rivers  into new places as even steadfast Atlas groaned and shifted from the impossible force of it.
The storm that covered the world in ruin and buried ancient titanic wonders beneath new-formed seas and mountains alike.
The storm that caused dauntless Helios himself to hide his face for twenty days; and three more in the horrific silence that followed,
just to be sure.

The storm whose darkness froze
all things upon the ground and slew
vast numbers of beasts and plants,
and also nearly slew all humanity,
for warning none had been given..

Now in darkness and silence, Hera, great queen of the gods, stood alone on the private balcony upon which she and Zeus had seen uncountable evenings become mornings. She had stood in this very place with him shortly after final victory over the Titans had been wrought.

Zeus had sworn to her profusely during the war that no more beautiful creature existed than she. The astute young goddess had soon noted that his praise, and often highly assertive affections, were always and only granted during the day as their band of siblings had journeyed ever on in their fateful quest. Hera had seen his gaze lingering upon unreachable Nyx countless times as they made camp in diverse locations on the seemingly endless marches.

He didn't sleep, she'd seen.
He'd look up towards Nyx.
Laying on the ground, yet,
Up and his steel... ready
Yet not Hera's

To assure herself of truly immortal fealty, and in ill-advised and youthful spite, Hera bade Zeus swear until she was satisfied that she herself was the most beautiful being he had ever seen.  She demanded that The King of The Gods declare her superior beauty loudly in eternal oath before Nyx, HERSELF. Zeus knelt in otherwise private, but fervent, plea to Hera to be his great queen. He turned his face upwards and before both of their faces declared so until Hera took him as husband forever.

Five times over,
So did proud Hera bid
Young King Zeus, in glory
To swear thus facing Nyx
Only then did she accept.

And now the bitch had her fool husband, and Hera had far indeed to fall.
During The Storm the gods had all remained sufficiently cowed by the terrible power of it. In the three days of silence following where Helios yet hid his face much had been whispered, and within her own house wise Queen Hera missed nothing. Some believed Zeus dead, but Hera certainly knew otherwise. No, her unaging eyes could not see any sign of Zeus in the empty, impossibly dark vault above her, but Hera was a queen among gods and had other senses far more reliable than even her godlike vision. The Storm had passed, but her immortal spirit would surely know had her eternal husband Zeus, somehow, passed with it.

He was up there,
somewhere,
clearly spent
yet still spending,
far beyond his due.

And so Hera glared at the empty vault,
wondering, as ever wise wives should,
"What has that idiot of mine gotten into?"

Now again, all in one moment, she could sense his return, not in glory but by a secret way that was then known only to the royal pair, a relic wrought by mad Kronos himself, and that only he who was king could open. One that led instantly, from anywhere, to their chambers directly. It was never to be used, and before then had never been by any but the fallen Titan king, and some few times since in infrequent experiment by brave Zeus, while she and he privately played with their new-won spoils from the personal chambers of their wretchedly mad God-king father, and after which he never spoke of it to Hera again. It was the only thing Hera had ever seen Zeus seem to truly fear.

This was not the plan. None of it could be.
Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Hera, turning with the sense of her king's presence,
Saw not the grand array nor proud stature of Zeus
Instead a wretched and ruined form from shadows
Did lurch forward and in mad frenzy fell upon Hera.
Zeus' flesh, but not mind, nor bearing, nor even might
Sought to subdue the Queen of Olympus, and failed.
No longer did Hera see her husband Zeus, instead
Only a weak and mewling form of withered flesh
And mind unable to order itsself, much less Olympus

This would not do.
She needs her king.
Instead a wretched
Broken thing, Zeus was.

Into the specter
of his foul father,
Into a form as that
Of horrid, old Kronos,
Zeus was now changed.
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Re: On The Secret Genesis Of Eris 1-5 complete
« Reply #4 on: February 20, 2018, 11:06:24 pm »
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pt5
Eris & Ares


And now the time for the final act of this terrible tale has at long last  come due.

In the smoothly formed and powerful arms of young Queen Hera lay her great King Zeus. In form and spirit Zeus had now become a ruin fit to match the world he had for so long ruled and that he had now devestated totally. In brazenly, foolishly seeking to overwhelm and subdue dread Nyx and seize her and her immeasurably vast realm beyond the eternal vault of the sky for his own, Zeus did indeed strive upon Nyx for twenty days with force enough to sunder the sky and mountains, spill the great oceans themselves, and bring darkness, cold, and death to every part of the world.

When at last Zeus' wind had faded
and his last thunderbolts been spent
and his father's chariot left far behind
in his foolish pursuit of vexatious Nyx
who for many days was in his mighty grasp
and endured all Zeus' lustful fury unbowed
the great king's strength had finally faded
and Zeus could truly strive on Nyx no more
then did crafty, ancient Nyx hold Zeus fast
in arms that saw all the greatest predators
from lost and uncountable ages fall to dust
long before Zeus's father had ever reigned.

Zeus had become Nyx's prisoner in that moment. Were he to remain in her realm long enough to recover his strength and break free it would clearly be far too late to claim any victory. Should Nyx simply choose to cast him down in inglorious and humiliating defeat his very throne would be broken and his kingship most likely ended forever. Nyx knew this all too well and set to Zeus her demand in exchange for his freedom and his kingdom's future. She demanded that Zeus grant her his royal essence with which to make for herself divine offspring of his line. This was something which only the King of the Gods could produce, for only the king can make a new god, and this power was the sole right of Uranus, then fell Kronos, and now Zeus alone. Zeus had little choice, but was still the King, and demanded in return three great concessions of Nyx for the privilege of the one thing that she couldn't take from him as she held him and his kingdom's future tightly in her arms.

Zeus demanded that there be only one such child and that the product of his seed would be his alone, and not Nyx's, to raise as he saw fit.

Nyx agreed with a smile.

Zeus demanded also that Nyx never again directly enter or otherwise  meddle in the affairs of his realm unless he as King gave her leave to do so.

Agreement to this stung dark Nyx's pride.

Zeus demanded last of all that Nyx should be silent forever after, and insisted that this was the most important part of the deal, for he could not long be king were his queen to ever know what had transpired between he and Nyx to win his freedom.

Nyx swore her vengeance, for this meant that she would never again converse with bright Helios, then agreed.

And so as King of the Gods Zeus gave his consent.

In his profound exhaustion and well founded confidence in his might Zeus had not specified in the agreement two important details most vital indeed. The king forgot to state how much of his essence Nyx could take and in what manner, knowing only his youthful anticipation of her finally relenting to him in order to receive her due prize. Indeed even as Nyx began to draw back her starry veil for the first time Zeus had not yet understood the danger until it was upon him, and far too late. The horror beyond Nyx's veil struck out and seized Zeus's body, rending his armor and finding purchase upon and within his flesh as Zeus' startled cry fell suddenly silent and he was dragged deeper yet into Nyx's truly abyssal realm. Not a sound was heard thereafter while for the best part of three days Nyx took her prize from Zeus's desecrated body as the king lay paralyzed in a nightmare laden fugue.

When finally his senses returned to him Zeus had lost more than half of his own being and strength in the exchange and had only one remaining failsafe left to him, lest Nyx take all essence from the young upstart godling-king, and so slay him, and thus nullify the price of their bargain, and gain unlimited power over all things in the Cosmos, forever.

Kronos had in the height of his power and ageless reign built a wonder able to return him to his palace from anywhere in the cosmos, but it came with a price that only an immortal being could ever conceivably pay. The device left one in a featureless null zone for a great amount of time that increased considerably with greater distance traveled. To cross a room to the device's homing point had seemed to  Zeus in his first fleeting experiment with the enigmatic device like a month's long march without any entertainment. This being not of any great concern, but peculiar and not particularly pleasing to endure the effect intrigued Zeus enough to travel for a month to test it again at greater distance. This was worse beyond measure and outright unpleasant, and so he simply never bothered with it again because it had felt like a wasted century, then to him still a meaningful measure of time better spent in revelry. Zeus had brought it with him on his journey only to appease Hera and better assure himself of her open support for his endeavor. It was now the only means available to him of returning to Olympus.

Zeus commanded his withering flesh to obey him once again and wrenced his arm from the grip of Nyx upon and within it and reached within the remnants of his armor to trigger this last hope. And so in that instant was delivered from cruel Nyx and into a torment of a very different sort as the full distance he had traveled was greater than a mere month's march in way that the oceans are greater than a bucket of water. Though traumatized already the full weight of the Ages that had undone the very mind of his mad father Kronos came down upon great Zeus even as his body instantly reappeared in the halls of Olympus before his great Queen Hera.

And now a great secret must be told.
Gods may never truly die,
But they may weaken
 and thereby grow old.

But the bond between
The King and Great Queen
Is ageless and their power
As two is greater still
Than either individually
And so victories may be won.

Even when there is little but desperate measures left to be taken.

And so the troubled mind and ruined flesh of Zeus was all that Hera had left of her King, but this was enough for her to give her own heart's essence and hearth's warmth to restore. And even as Zeus' body healed and her own withered in exchange and his mind began to return he took more still of here and in their entwinement said to her only that they must make War. And so in a confusion of madness and terror and passion and agony and even love, such as gods may anyway, was the essence of Ares, who is War and whose name means Ruin, conceived within Hera. And in the aftermath of this conception Zeus told her of the "treaty" with Nyx saying only that she had deceived him and nearly slain him, but that when the child arrived it must be Hera's in all but secret circumstance as much as Ares who even now swelled within her. Hera knew well that it meant their kingdom and so swore as lover and Queen to Zeus that it would be so forever and kept for herself the right to name the child when it arrived.

The gods of Olympus knew nothing but that Zeus had returned in victory though exhausted and desiring private time with his queen. Much was whispered when Hera was seen with child in her belly when she came forward on occasion to transmit Zeus' will that they all stay in their places and pay somber reverence to his hard-won victory over Nyx until he should so choose to present himself in open court. The intention of the royal pair was to present both children as twins at this time, but neither knew how long it would be before the titan Nyx would deliver this child to them. Indeed the birth of Ares was said to be a lengthyand arduous affair indeed as the birthing cries of Hera could be heard throughout Olympus and beyond into the now cold and desolate world. Since Zeus' return Helios had refused his duties and nothing of Nyx' glory was in evidence. Then suddenly in the bedchamber where Ares had already been born for some time Nyx's servant Skiá did appear and render to Zeus a perfectly formed female godling whom Hera did immediately take to her bosom and name Eris as the child immediately began to struggle greatly and cry out loudly, which set her brother Ares also to wailing. And so these did mighty Zeus and Hera present before the others upon Olympus even as their own countenances had become aged and their spirits hardened no god would make mention of this and rather simply paid homage to the new offspring and received Zeus' orders as to their role in setting the world back into proper order again.

For now Strife and Ruin
Eris and Ares both were
The new way of things
Yet once more in time
All had changed
« Last Edit: February 24, 2018, 03:57:42 am by The Wizard Joseph »
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Re: On The Secret Genesis Of Eris 1-5 complete
« Reply #5 on: February 20, 2018, 11:11:03 pm »
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Afterword
On Gods and Immortality


Dear reader know that this simple and silly mortal's tale consists of but the least of the truth, yet it is founded in more than mere conjecture of the doings of terrible, tyrannical beings long dead and forgotten, for they are from us and of our minds' substance, as surely as we are of our own parents' flesh and living souls, and so even our gods are made in our own image and nature. So long as we yet live and breathe them life from the sacred and oftimes awful power of a dream dreamt becoming a tale told they will be teachers about ourselves in return, and in this way they have real substance through us.

Know also that the truth is up to we mortals to determine,
as ever it was and shall remain, and that no god has power enough to ever take this one thing from you should you be wise enough to keep it close to you, and also remember always that grim mortality is not so very bad and trade it for any false and pernicious promise of a more perfect forever.

For to live forever is to suffer forever as well.
And so come to know the true mass of a star
in trade for their innocent and pretty sparkle.
In life forever the unspeakable, holy vastness
of limitless heavens becomes a cage far darker
than the deepest and most vile pit in all Tartarus,
A vastness so beyond the pale that an immortal,
being powerful beyond measure,
could still get lost in it
and so wander blind.
Forever.

And so this remember humankind:

BEING FOREVER
MEANS BEING
FOREVER ALONE.

Mortality does have it's upside.
You can't get out backward.  You have to go forward to go back.. better press on! - Willie Wonka, PBUH

Life can be seen as a game with no reset button, no extra lives, and if the power goes out there is no restarting.  If that's all you see life as you are not long for this world, and never will get it.

"Ayn Rand never swung a hammer in her life and had serious dominance issues" - The Fountainhead

"World domination is such an ugly phrase. I prefer to call it world optimisation."
 - Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality :lulz: