Zefilis

A pleasing brush of cold wind on a heated summer day turned into the interchanging winds clashing together till they form the tornado that rips hundred year oaks from the Earth and plunders anything in it’s path--until just as sudden as it was there, it has retreated and waits once more to wreak devastation. The pleasant crescent of waves before they crash into the sandy shore turned into a tsunami aiming to swallow an island whole. He will be responsible for it all--and as for how he came into his power or how the world worked without him? That is for all to question and seek the answers behind. 

He is the son of Stolthet--giver of Pride and Joy--and Gozgriz--bringer of Greed and Power. A bond as opposite as summer and winter--collided together to create him. The red eyed beast known as Zefilis. He who has yet to come into and learn his powers--but has already given the mortals a taste of the heat they will suffer should Anthek find them unworthy. With eyes that are the very color of blood and as the lore that is scoured across the land speaks of--worthy of caution for whomever possess them. The Gods' and Goddess' are cautious of him, but intrigued--for he is the first known to have been born as an immortal--rather than 'made'.  

He who does not know of the world--but already has control of a key part of it. He who has yet to discover the reason behind the sudden silent attributes of his mother. He who strives to follow in his father’s footsteps. He whose future wasn't foretold and yet still brought unto this world, how will you write your tale? Red-eyed child, guide us through the changing seasons but pray we shall that you do not choose to do the opposite. 

If you pray upon this god, you have a chance of being blessed or punished. Keep this in mind when bowing your head.

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Plot/Monthly Updates;

- Chapter Three
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I do not remember much, I must admit. But I remember the pain as I continuously melded in and out of various 'forms'--as my father calls it--before I finally settled. If I'm being honest, I do not know why I decided on this form--it was as if I was a fish. A fish attracted to the shiny lure of the oceans' waves reflecting back off of my shiny scales--before finally I made the jump and my breath seized as I landed on the sandy shore. It was an odd experience--one I never wish to repeat. My voice--my father tells me I will have a voice all will listen too--I pray I do, as I do not wish to disappoint him. My mother says nothing. My powers--my father tells me they will perhaps outrank that of the God who chilled my very bones--I hope they do as I don't wish to be held under the thumb of this other God. My mother says nothing. The only thought that really comes to mind as we return and I am faced towards the other Gods' and Goddess'--is how cautious they are of me. My father says it is because of my eyes--they are red. He says they fear the mark of great power. My mother shivers, but says nothing. So--I continue to believe my father as he whispers in my ear and as my eyes seek out those of everyone else's.


Until they find that of eyes shimmering between black and gold--a Goddess. But beyond her eyes--he could feel another pair glaring at him, but after a glance he didn't heed the God much more attention as he continued to stare. He felt something stirring within him--and he wasn't quite sure if it was his powers or something else. It confused him. His father seemed surprised--but the smirk on his features as he told me that while I may have the soul of one born just a few days past--I had the same older body as any of the other immortals around. And then he nudged me forward. My mother looked horrified, but she didn't speak. So I followed the advice of my father--and approached the Goddess with eyes that swirled between black and gold. And he knew with clear certainty that what was stirring within him was his powers--and not anything else, towards the Goddess. He knew the God that glared at him had some connection to the one he was approaching--or else they wouldn't be glaring like so at him--and he felt as if he needed to destroy it, like both his powers and his father were urging him too. He was glad he hid such intentions behind a charming smile.

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- Chapter Four
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He was glad he wasn't born a mortal-- that is all he had to say. Their existence seemed stifling, boring-- a few brief flashes of life until ultimately their life was snuffed out by the God he now had come to know as Anthek. Being immortal? Now that, if he wasn't already born as such-- he would strive towards until the end of his time. Endless opportunity, endless everything. He had already put the first piece in place for his little game. But what he wasn't quite sure about--was whether Entrite knew he was playing her or if she didn't. By the way she acted, he had reason to believe that she was playing as much with him and he was with her. But for what reason? He truly didn't care. So long as Noronus' eyes stayed glued to them and their temper flared brighter than the burning sun until inevitably--it burst--he was fine with that.

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Zefilis's Preferred Form;