[ So, it is coming to this already. He has hardly gotten to know his fellow divinity, and soon, she will be directed against him — Meridian will aim them at one another, a system of checks and balances and he is not yet strong enough to take her own, to drive her to submit —
The burn of his Discord tastes like poison, acrid and cold in the back of his throat. The idea of Meridian relying on another god to control him plagues him now, sits in the back of his mind and bares tooth and claw like a cornered animal. She could do it, too. She is bright and vibrant and easier to love. ]
Heliopolis is my home! The city I come from, upon my world. This place wears the name of it, stole the name of it!
[ He still harbors such deep hate, possessive and agonized, over the fact that Springstar's most illustrious core is called by the same name as his home. The place called Jwnw, the Pillars. The City of the Sun, the seat of the throne of gods and men. To some, it might be a foolish thing to get stuck on, but it causes him grief. A reminder of a place he was banished from, the ghost of it. ]
Yes, a traitor-god, Quetzalcoatl. That is what I am. Destroyer of kingdoms, slayer of kin. Zenith conspirator, I am sure they even whisper of me now. What, are you going to do something about it?
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The burn of his Discord tastes like poison, acrid and cold in the back of his throat. The idea of Meridian relying on another god to control him plagues him now, sits in the back of his mind and bares tooth and claw like a cornered animal. She could do it, too. She is bright and vibrant and easier to love. ]
Heliopolis is my home! The city I come from, upon my world. This place wears the name of it, stole the name of it!
[ He still harbors such deep hate, possessive and agonized, over the fact that Springstar's most illustrious core is called by the same name as his home. The place called Jwnw, the Pillars. The City of the Sun, the seat of the throne of gods and men. To some, it might be a foolish thing to get stuck on, but it causes him grief. A reminder of a place he was banished from, the ghost of it. ]
Yes, a traitor-god, Quetzalcoatl. That is what I am. Destroyer of kingdoms, slayer of kin. Zenith conspirator, I am sure they even whisper of me now. What, are you going to do something about it?
[ he's just so paranoid ]