Curate, connect, and discover
(Inspired by a fic I read, I can't remember the name but if anyone finds it lmk so I can tag/credit the author)
You had been around for a long time, longer than most of the surviving gods in this era of the world.
You were not, however, credited for your deed towards humanity and its successes.
You had risen to power around the same time as Morax. It would be safe to say he would not have risen so high without you.
While you had only been a minor god, your intelligence had proven to be quite useful in the era of strength you were born into. An era of buff toddlers, you used to say.
Using this intelligence, you had decided to aid the up and coming Morax in the Archon War, as well as before it. You gained many followers due to this, as well as territory.
You did your best to protect your people, but you could only do so much against the raw strength of the power hungry deities wanting not only your lands, but your intellect as well.
Morax and his precious Guizhong had pressured you into a contract. forcing you to abandon your people to give them the upper hand in the war. You had agreed on the terms that your people would remain unharmed and safe.
This was not the end result that occurred, much to your sadness. You had been tricked by the infamous duo of the earth.
Prior to this deception, you had been close to the two gods, to the point where you could have said they were your friends and confidants. You hadn't thought of the possibility that they were using you for your power. You had thought that they were truly as loyal to you as you were to them.
You wanted to kill them both right then and there, tear them to shreds where they sat, watch as their confident body posture wilted as they passed on to the next plane of existence. But, you were not only bound by contract to see them through to a throne of the Seven, you were craving a deeper revenge, one much crueler than a quick and merciful death.
Over time, your anger concentrated onto one of the two, Morax. You had found out that Guizhong had not known that your people would be sacrificed to win the war. Once she had found out, it was too late.
Some time before her death, she had tried to reconcile with you. However, you were not so keen as to forgive her so easily. So, you made a deal, a contract.
She had to help you retrieve your lands back, as well as any descendants of what were once your people. She had agreed, desperate to regain your friendship.
The hard part was sneaking around behind the now Rex Lapis' back, as he seemed to always want the dust goddesses presence. Lucky for the two of you, he had the pressing matter of sorting out his new found responsibilities. Not so lucky for the two of you, he wanted Guizhong's help to do so.
This sparked a fight between them, pushing their already strained relationship further and further. This would be one of the last times they would talk.
Guizhong seemed to drift farther away from Morax as she drew closer to you once more.
You had to admit, you had missed her during your time apart. Her quick wit could rival your own on some topics, and her compassion was refreshing in the world of war and violence.
After regaining your land, and setting up ways for your people to prosper, you had continued to draw closer to the lady of dust.
That's why, when she perished fighting for the lord of geo, you felt as if you had once again been stabbed in the back. Deep down, you knew she had not meant to leave you all alone again, but you could not process that in your grief.
But this time, you would not publicly display your anger. No, this time would be different.
This time, you would not be forgotten and thrown away like useless trash.
After all, He was the reason she was gone. He was the reason your people had been so brutally wiped out and your lands had been taken from you.
He would pay for what he had done.
(I might work on a part two or more, lmk if I should!)