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Celestial throne rooms are a difficult thing for mortals to fathom, with swirling mists of walls, pillars that seem to just disappear into nothing above them or below them, and no coherent direction, no matter which direction one looks. For Gods of Death, the celestial throne rooms where their first impressions on the souls who passed from the mortal realms. Each may differ slightly from the other, but the general purpose was none the less the same.

Cetanu paced through the swirling mists of one such throne room, the grey billows dancing against his matte black skin, his inky armor glistening with perceived wetness. With a dismissive wave of his hand the mists retreated to the walls exposing the spiral black pillars and the voids they extended into.

Lately there was a feeling of unease in his domain, a dangerous imbalance was beginning. The feeling made his skin crawl, making him crave the eternal hunt, but as a god, he could not actually touch the realm of mortals only help influence the events that happen. His purpose of being, to monitor balance and reward those that keep it and punish those that upset it. One of his mortal hunters was losing faith..."no, this is different than just losing faith"...this was a challenge to his very own position as a god. This hunter wasn't just questioning Cetanu's existence, but replacing it with his own skewed beliefs of balance.

Cetanu shook his head, his long black dreads swaying against his shoulders. He needed to see time. He ceased his pacing and held his palms up to a void in the mist swirling walls. A fluid like orb, that danced like water in space, formed between his hands. Touching the center of the orb caused ripples to skitter outward, leaving a calm clear view of time. He slowly began scanning the possible outcomes of the upcoming events, playing each scenario out to the end, each more unbalanced than the next. His Domain was becoming vulnerable and his position would be challenged soon. No one in all his existence had ever challenged him for rule of the afterlife...yet here was one, a hunter who would violate every boundary that balanced the Dark Warrior's domain.

He needed a mortal vessel, someone with such strong faith that he could touch them while they lived... "but who?" One with such unwavering loyalty was exceptionally rare. He watched with growing unease as the alternate outcomes of time kept playing, each one with an ending that dethroned him, destroying his domain. The effects of his loss would send ripples across space, unbalancing the other death gods in their wake. "How could this one hunter become such a threat?" This hunter needed to be stopped, even killed. His soul was tainted, but with the denouncement of faith Cetanu could not touch him until he died. "Let's see if we can speed up that event."

Cetanu skimmed and searched until a scene unlike any of the others began to play out. This one had two hunters never seen in his domain before. "Interesting."Both hunters where hybrids of his creations and both would be exceptionally formidable with his guidance. They would need strong faith in him, "Which I can foster..."If he was to touch them in their mortal state. THIS was the timeline he needed in place to protect his domain. He could not directly touch the faithless, but he could help influence the believers and set the usurper up to fail, and once Cetanu had him in the afterlife, he would permanently vanquish his tainted soul. "Now to find the key starting point in time."

He moved this timeline back to its beginning and watched the birth of twin Yautja boys. One was to sire one of the hunters Cetanu needed to save his domain, a female hybrid between a Yautja and a human... The twin that would sire her had unwavering faith in him, this hunter would be the start Cetanu needed to ensure the chain of events happen as the pool of time depicted.

The other twin would raise and train her protector. A Yautja male that would be born to be a warrior, he looked into the timeline searching for the unlikely pair to birth the protector. He found an Elder and his mate who had long stopped trying to have offspring but still occasionally fornicated. Cetanu touched the pool to look into this couple's life. The female was dying and the male was an Elder age of 824 years, they would have no ties to keeping the pup needed for this desired outcome of balance. Touching the pool again on the image of the female he blessed their next coupling. The protector would soon be born, and the twin to raise him was already working to become the Arbitrator clan chief, without Cetanu's help... He nodded approvingly, "he will be perfect for training the young shadow, but how to influence the other twin to couple with a human?" Then he chuckled, the Elder male had already put into place the circumstances for Cetanu. A secret peace treaty on a once dying planet where Yautja and humans cohabited... it was only a matter of time before sexual curiosities kicked in.

The soon to be clan chief would be the only trusted one by the Elder to raise his son and choose the eyes and ears for the council on the progression of science on the planet, and just who would the young chief trust as an ambassador for such a discreet mission? "Oh but his own brother." Cetanu could not ask for a better set up of events even without his help and influence, his faithful where already setting up the needed events to restore balance.

Skimming the pool again to find the key elements needed for the second hybrid where not so easy. But thanks to the human species, not always being of the same mind as others of their kind, he found a science crew floating on a stolen Yautja clan ship, near a planet infested with Kiande Amedhas. Certainly neither was good for the humans to be messing with and Cetanu had to hold his rage in when the time pool showed him what they were up to. Gene splicing Yautja and Kiande Amedhas, unnatural and unholy creatures where being created. Some dangerous, others not surviving the process. But as Cetanu watched the countless creations be destroyed and recreated over and over, one such creation emerged that caught his attention. THIS WAS THE OTHER HYBRID!

Of course the trick was making sure the faithless one would not kill him before Cetanu could use him. The faithless one hated humans and seeing this would send him into a fit... however if he was exiled, the finding of this ship with its creations germinating within might just give the faithless one a false sense of power. He reached through the image of the second hybrid blessing his strength and perception, with a short incantation; "Shadows and Ghosts will be your allies." Pulling his hand from the image, he let the time pool fade, content the turn of events would start to spin his way, and balance would return to his domain.

Time now was the only advisory to the events that where to unfold.

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