This is WIP with HyperOmega.

Sorry for not being more active Discord ppl, I'm a bit busy.

Rage

Rage is what consumed me.

For years… how many years?

Hundreds? Thousands? There's no time here.

How pitiful. Me, 'god'... being reduced to this? Nonsense.

The earth is mine. The earth is me. In times past, I owned myself. I caused rains to fall. I caused the earth to tremble. The oceans roared at my signal. Mountains flattened at my word. I was King. I was god. I was Sovereign.

And then… then… those wicked, disgusting creatures that grew on my surface… they began destroying. I felt them digging into me, mining for oil. They strived to split me open in their search for precious metals. My lush jungles were burnt to the ground. My glorious oceans were filled with garbage. What I once loved to gaze upon, I now hated. I had been tarnished. I had been tainted… and by these vile creatures, no less.

I've tolerated them long enough.

Have I not been kind? Have I not fed and watered them, even as they committed evil against me? Yes… Destruction is in their blood. They ruin all that they touch. They are intelligent, yes, cunning and wicked. No other creature could stand before them. They were mighty and multiplied over the earth, slaying everything that lay in their path. The birds that soared over my oceans, dead. The deer that grazed my fields, dead. Even the mighty grizzly bear that ruled my mountains? Yes, he serves as a mantlepiece on many of these human hovels.

But their bloodthirst has no end.

When nothing stood in their path… when they've subdued all the creatures which populated my surfaces, they turned on each other like feral dogs. Blood soaked my fields. The metal taken from my belly were foraged in the flames to form axes, then knives, then bullets, then bombs…

It was quite enough.

They had tarnished me, my very body. They've scorned their very source of life. They've grieved me… me. How dare they injure me! They were born from my benevolence, yet they rejoice as they viciously destroy me.

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Puny things… no longer worthy of my patience. I strove to swat them from existence. I am god. Why must I suffer at their insignificant hands?

And so I, my spirit, the very will of the earth… I revealed myself to kill the vermin that infested my very flesh and blood.

Ah. How humiliating… how dare they rise and strike me!

They fought me. Humanity gathered together to crush me, like they have all my forests and oceans and rivers and creatures… but they could not. Would the tangible dominate the intangible? The physical conquer the spiritual? Nonsense. If not for those damn treasures, I would have cleaned myself of the virus that plagued me. Now, instead I am left to suffer silently at their hands. I remain here, sealed away. Watching. Grieving. As they destroy all I once rejoiced in. As they conquered and subdued my very body.

Oh, how I hate them.

… but I remain patient.

For the day will come where I will once again rule myself. I will soothe my ravaged flesh. I will restore my jungles. I will clean my seas. Once again I will enjoy watching the birds cry in my skies, the fish teeming in my seas, and the deer prancing through my meadows.

I am god.

And I bide my time.

The day of my vengeance will come.

you guys already know the Sacred treasures were villains.

Environmentalist are actually followers of Orochi btw. lol