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It's been a while, hasn't it folks? Felt the undeniable urge to write today, but to write something completely different. So I sat down, and this is what appeared. I would greatly appreciate some feedback on this, as I have a number of different directions in mind for it to go.
Divinity: Chapter 1
It came swiftly as always, deftly weaving its way from the back of my mind and into my every waking thought. It meandered slowly through my body until that moment when it surged, following my ever increasing heartbeat to the blood that flowed through. On a normal day I could reign in the pulsating desire surging through my veins, but this was no normal day. And I was no normal person.
Oh, no. Not normal at all.
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I continued to hear whispers of the calamity that befell that small, unimportant village in that secluded, unimportant corner of the country for weeks to come. But gradually the news turned to talk, and the talk to whispers, until finally it faded into memory.
And, someday, those memories would disappear as well. At the end of their years eternal rest would be granted to those people who once shared the breath of life. For me however, well, I was not so fortunate. The memory would live on in my mind for many generations to come, alongside many other, seemingly unrelated, tragedies.
It is a curious thing, you see, to be immortal. Even more so, to be a god. But in the wildest of your mind's wanderings, I bet you never considered what would happen if a god were stripped of her divine powers; if she were shamefully exiled to the realm of the mortals.
What of those incidents I was talking of earlier, you ask? Well consider this interesting tidbit: gods are imperfect. No god can fully take another's power. They can lock it away the best they can, of course, but sometimes that 'best' may simply be to render the deity incapable of controlling her power.
Poses a bit of a problem, right?
Perhaps I have been around these mortals for too long, to feel so greatly the loss of life whenever my power escapes me. Clearly my—currently estranged—Brothers and Sisters above care naught when these calamities occur. At the very least they have not seen fit to remedy the situations over these long years. Fools, the lot of them.
In their anger, they exiled me. In their ignorance, they immobilized me. In their imprudence, they never thought twice.
Once upon a time, long before any living soul can possibly remember, I held great anger for my divine Family. The time for childish grudges has passed however, for I sense something on the horizon. Something the deities above, in all their grand omnipotence, have overlooked. It is something contrived by humans and, it is my sincere belief, something only humans can extinguish.
These mortals may have finally found a way to escape auspices of the gods—by eliminating the entities themselves.
The Good, the Bad, or the Ugly? Some combo of the three? Constructive criticism is appreciated, thanks!