Conquered
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Seat of Power
What would you feel if you realized that the ones that you looked to for guidance, hope, freedom, are in truth, not worthy of your devotion? Anger? Sorrow? Wrath? What?
I felt a variety of these emotions. Sorrow, anger, wrath, betrayal… and in that order. Then, I felt nothing. Truly nothing. No emotions, not even peace. That was when I realized it.
That the Gods are not worthy to command your emotions, your life, or your devotion.
So, I prepared to take my place in this world. But I knew that to convince them of the facts, I would have to resort to violence, even though I wished it not to be so.
And so it began. Through help of… allies and acquaintances, I found power, greater than imagined. This power would make the five Godly warriors hang their heads in shame. And through sheer force of will, I harnessed this power.
And then, I revealed myself. Needless to say, the people were… a little less than enthusiastic to see me. They even declared war on me, and my power.
They might have won… they might have averted their demise… had they united. But no. They fought me, yes, but they fought alone. I targeted war-ravaged Falador first, to divide their lands. Complacent Lubridge and wary Varrock came next. Mighty Ardougne was able to hold out. Literally, a stalemate. But still, the other strongholds of the God of Order fell.
Next came diseased Morytania. Fiery Zamorak tried to halt my power, but he failed. I thwarted the might of the Vampire Overlords, and the werewolves, like the mangy dogs they are, fled deep into the woods. Undoubtedly, they will die. Then with my power, I restored Morytania. However, I left the dark woods intact, for purposes known to myself. All traces of their previous deity were gone.
With each passing day, people fled from their homes, as to not incur my wrath. Some even abandoned their armies to join mine. I will deal with these traitorous cowards soon. My new order does not have room for the likes of them.
By then, the other two deities realized their mistakes. They banded together hastily, and tried to mount a preemptive strike, to take me down while they had a chance. Just as I hoped. Even as their army fought mine, my Elite forces were able to infiltrate their undefended territory, and slaughter, until they submitted to me. Now, quite literally, all of Gielenor was mine to command, shape, and mold, that is, except for those half-breeds, like the elves or the dwarves.
However, while I command the people in body, their hearts and spirits remained free from my grasp. As long as they remembered their Gods, I could not truly control them. For a while, I tried to remain lenient of this fact. However, rebellions kept breaking out. And rebellions were put down. I knew that as long as their Gods remained in their hearts, they will still fight. And lives will still be lost.
I was forced to go against my will. I crushed their spirits. I beat down their spark. In short, I cut their memories. Now, they know only me as their deity. Saradomin, Guthix, Zamorak, Zaros, they all faded into the sands of time.
And thus began the sixth, and final, age of Gielenor. My age.
A/N: Yeah… that's just the start. Review? Criticism? Like it?