AN: So, I have no idea how the 'Greek' language works, so let's just not bother with possible translation/formatting errors and go with what we are writing this in(English of the 21st century), okay.


"Hello."

There wasn't a noticeable change in the already stiff and unsure looks on the crowd's faces. That is except for the minor widening of eyes of the people closest to the deity. Continued silence was their response to the greeting, after a moment the Machine God spoke again, "We have spoken correctly, was our voice too quiet perhaps?"

The old man spoke, "Spirit, we understood you, but if you could speak then why did all of this happen, were you testing us, playing with us?" The last section of that question was almost angry. The reason was not yet clear to the lord of knowledge.

Their disembodied voice spoke from the air itself again, "No, we simply didn't know your language." a pause between sentences, "We apologize for the fear we placed in your hearts with our presence. However, it was an unfortunate result of a necessity, which we could not correct until now."

Small amounts of questions exchanged between the crowd members as the priest sighed in seeming relief. The bows were floated over to the feet of the hunters, and Korban's own sword was returned to his hands. After that sigh of relief, a quiet and nonverbal question was asked, 'We?' this was ignored for slightly more pressing concerns, "Spirit, why did you have to make us fear you? And if you did not know our language how do you come to speak it now?"

The question was answered quickly due to anticipation of such questions, "It was not fear we sought, but belief, belief so that we may use it to gain an understanding of your language. That has happened, thus we now possess the skills to communicate with you and most likely many other people in these lands."

Korban tilted his head, "Belief? What do you mean spirit?" the old priest's latest questions were born from great confusion and thus were quick and brief in comparison to his early inquiries.

"Belief in our existence, at least to begin with. After all, none in this village knew of my presence till I drew my symbol in the dirt." the people's eyes shifted back to the ground from the sky where the voice seemed to come from. The crowd looked at the ash-covered drawing.

A moment for him to collect his thoughts, Korban then asked another question, "Spirit, how would you use our 'belief' to learn an entire language? You mean to tell us that by merely knowing you exist we give you something?" Everyone in the crowd and the priest were all still seated. Though over this exchange of questions, all of them had relaxed somewhat and thus, some felt the need to move quietly so long as they stayed close and listened.

"Belief is the base of worship, worship grants me strength and knowledge. We regain our lost omniscience by channelling your belief into my domain." the Master of Mars was concise. Not all in this situation would shine a light on their reasons. However, gaining the trust of the people would grant more than what was lost.

The priest paused for a moment, mulling over each word of those statements, a few of the villagers joined him in this. "Spirit," the pause was deeper than usual, "you claim to gain strength from worship, to have had knowledge of all, and a domain of your own." An even greater pause as he chose his next words carefully, "Are you actually a spirit, what is your domain?" the priest knew that there were many minor deities and immortal creatures in the world, but asking if the voice was a god almost felt sacrilegious.

"We are the trinity of the Machine God, the Motive Force, and the Omnissiah. We are three in one, yet all one. We hold domain over all machines and knowledge. From belief we gain strength, from strength we gain knowledge, and from both, we shall become what we are meant to be." the sheer tone of factual absolute determination struck the people gathered.

Many were confused, others scared, others unsure of the claim. 'Ah, that is the reason for the use of we. Not only that but a god of knowledge? The goddess Athena holds domain over knowledge already and does the god of the forge not already exist. If any of my fellow priests in Athens heard this, they would have attempted to banish this spirit for that claim. But we are not in Athens, and domains can overlap.'

Thoughts whizzed by at breakneck pace, 'Both Lady Athena and Ares are gods of war, but they have their differences. Both Demeter and her daughter Persephone share an overlap of Domain. Artemis holds domain over the stars and the moon, but Nyx is the night itself. Apollo holds influence over the sun, yet Helios tutored him and is the titan of the sun. I should not anger the being who has already shown to be immune to harm.'

A question found its way to his lips before he finished his thoughts, "What is it you are meant to be?" The inquiry was met with a moment of loneliness before an answer came.

The tone was almost tender and proud, "The guardian and guide of humanity." These words brought forth a story to the minds of many, including Korban himself. That of Prometheus, who had brought divine fire down to humanity, and was punished for it.

The story was pushed aside, but the warning it brought was not forgotten, "And how will you guide us?" that lesson was a common one, but important nonetheless, 'do not defy the gods, it will end badly.'

The reply was immediate, "By aiding humanity develop their craftsmanship capabilities, and bestowing our own knowledge to improve all we can." the answer was tame, it caught some off guard. Though a few were relieved it was so minor, no conflict would come from a simple improvement to something that was already happening in many places in Hellas. Right? These were the general thoughts of the village adults, uncertainty was present though it was in their minds better than a possible malicious spirit.

Now with a better grasp of the deity's motive and goals, Korban asked a question that had nagged his mind, "How is it that none of us have heard of you...lord." to show reverence so soon could be a betrayal of his faith to Athena, but insulting the 'Machine God' was worse in many ways. Thus respect without acknowledging the being's yet to be proven godhood was required.

"I awoke near my center of worship, only to find all of my servants gone, and their creations none existent." the sentence shook the village for a moment, "However, I soon realized that it was not that their creations had been destroyed. But they never were built, at least, not yet." If greater shock and confusion in this situation was possible then all but the deity experienced it. "I lost all of my omniscience. All, but, many basic facts, and one possibility of the future. I aim to recreate that future. When my temples rivalled mountains, my followers numbered beyond your counting, and humanity stood tall."

'It is not yet time for them to know more, we shall reveal more when they can understand, and not before. However long that may be.' their words seemed to have a dramatic effect on the crowd, it was the loudest they had been, whispers of excitement and worry mixed with full-blown talking even the occasional shout over the noise.

Korban had gotten the crowd to quiet after a few minutes. Though minor whispers still leaked through, "So you are a new god lord? Were you perhaps born recently, and elsewhere? Why did you come here of all places?" Each of the rapid-fire queries was made during the seemingly long minutes of conversation between villagers.

The trinity would have smiled if he had a mouth, this priest seemed to ask all the right questions. Perhaps that explained the great respect he garnered from his fellows, "The answer to the first is we don't know, though we doubt it, awakening would fit better. As for the second, yes indeed. And to the last, we travelled here because we sensed sources of concentrated power. If you mean this village specifically, then it is because we seek knowledge of this land. Since you call us a 'new god', we assume they are the power we sensed. So, tell me priest, whom or what did you pray to in an attempt to cleanse me?"

There was no malice in their tone, but Korban flinched nonetheless. "There are many gods, but the most widely worshiped and greatest are the Olympians ruled by Zeus. King of the gods, lord of the sky and lightning. The twelve are all celebrated, though daily worship is usually only given to those who affect one's life the most."

Silently the tri-part deity thought on the man's words, 'These so-called "gods" are likely not what we fear they could be. At least it is likely they are not some sort of greater daemon composed of evil thoughts. I would order my servants to occasionally cleanse these monstrosities. I am gladdened I sense nothing of the sort, even the place they used to come from seems to be gone, whatever that place was.'

The former Athenian continued uninterrupted, "Most of the villagers are farmers and give offerings to Demeter, goddess of the harvest. The fishermen give offerings to Poseidon, god of the sea. The few hunters in our village worship Artemis the goddess of the hunt. And I am a priest of Athena, goddess of wisdom, knowledge and battle strategy."

A pause before they responded to the incomplete small list given by the priest, "I will want to learn of all of these 'Oylmpians' soon, but first I have a question. Is there a god or Olympian who has some connection to machines or manufacturing?"

A bit caught off guard by the question the older man answered, "Ah, yes there is lord. Hephaestus is the Olympian of the forge and is patron to craftsmen." unbeknownst to those present the lord of logic was pondering possibilities.

'Were these two "gods" the resonance I sensed? The overlap in my domain makes this likely to be them. I will have to learn more before I take further thought into that.' The priest waited in the seated position as the quiet continued for a small bit longer.

"All of you, stand." the tone was level and neutral. However, the crowd quickly obeyed, claiming to be a god even if they hadn't heard of them was not to be taken lightly. "You may all return to your tasks and lives, apologies for the delay we have caused. I shall converse further with the priest." uncertainty at first people began to move away from the market square.

The youngest children were more accepting of the quick change and pulled their parents by the arm. That is not to say all of them immediately left, whether due to uncompleted business in the market, or slight awe a few people stayed longer. Though none touched the cog, it was the visiting god's self-proclaimed sacred symbol.

Korban stood for only a couple of seconds before he heard the voice, it was quieter but closer. "I shall follow you priest, we have much to discuss." The old man nodded and began to walk back to the alters almost unconsciously. Perhaps out of a desire for the familiar comfort, "What is your name?"

"Pardon, Lord?" the man stopped for a moment on the path when he heard the voice.

"What should I call you? Calling you a priest is inaccurate due to how broad that is." the words had a tone of slight empathy in them, though empathy for what exactly is unclear.

"Uh, Korban, lord… What can I call you?" the question hit the thoughts the lord of knowledge was having, disrupting them.

"What do you mean, I have told you who I am?" the air vibrated at their command much easier now. How much of that was due to practice, and how much of it was due to the vast increase in belief since they had revealed they were 'a god' was up for debate.

"Those were titles, at least they sounded that way. Do you not have a name?" a few seconds came and went as the demigod waited for the response.

'Do we have a name? Yes, but "The Machine God" is much the same as "priest" for Korban, seemingly broad, at least now it is.' thoughts continued to work till a decision was reached, "No, but you may call us Omnissiah."

Korban recognized the odd-sounding foreign word from the list of titles, "That is a beautiful name, what does it mean?" he began to walk again as he acted. A small laugh met the man's ears,

"All saviour."