Blossom

Generations

The Being of Life and her numerous friends were prosperous and pleased. They were constantly learning ways of architecture, medicine, farming, and the arts. The group of forty-two humans started falling in love, right in front of the Being's eyes. She was overjoyed with these revelations, like any motherly figure would be. 

And soon, so soon, it seemed to the young Being, they started raising families and also started forgetting about her. Her, the one who gave them life and everything they had! The one who raised them and loved them no matter their flaws! Of course, she grew horridly upset, and decided to retreat to the heavens above to watch them. Over time, the people of the earth nearly forgot about their times with the Being, and instead started calling her "The Goddess of Above", unable to recall  her true name. This, yet again, angered the "goddess", and she cursed the humans that she once cared for. 

Now, for half of the year, the land would be thrown into a icy cold that these humans have never experienced. They would have to work for their food and goods. The earth would not be as fertile, and no more could the humans sit around and do nothing with their time. Feeling that wasn't enough, The Goddess of Above did something she would soon regret: she released the Horrors.

The Horrors were not monsters or evil creatures, no no. They were Beings of a lesser form, almost like "gods" and "goddesses". Devils, more like. They were Beings of pure Evil and hatred, things that would influence the very soul of a human and drive them to insanity or a wild rage that would harm themselves and others. They were very, horridly dangerous, taking on shadowy forms that were near-undetectable. 

They leapt out of the very soul of the Being, and into the world below. Strife, Agony, Hatred, Sickness, Death, Fear, Wrath, Greed, Lust, and Hubris howled and shrieked their terrifying songs. They danced around the human, chanting demonic words and scaring them to tears. After having their fun, the Horrors disappeared into the ground, and sunk into the fiery and otherworldly center of the small planet, waiting to strike. Oh, the Being wept her silent tears, for releasing these hellish things would soon come back to destroy her planet. As if to try to repent, she released one last thing out of her immortal soul; Hope. It was a pure and fluttering thing, beautiful and faintly glowing. The Being of Life smiled. She knew that without Hope, then the humans would be endlessly tormented, and everything that she ever worked on would go to waste as the civilization fell. With Hope, however, they would be able to fight the demons unleashed and live on to see another day.

Two generations passed, and the world had about ninety-seven humans roaming around on it. They worshipped the Being of Life not as a friend, but as a goddess, which heavily irritated her, but at the same time, she felt helpless to it. If she appeared to the humans, then they would most likely shield their eyes and cover their ears, for the presence of a goddess was too much for them to handle.  And so she accepted the position as "The Goddess of Above", and lazily watched over her world. The Horrors have taken over a couple different families a few times, but for only short periods, and not enough so anything or anyone was hurt. Out of absolute boredom, she decided to create a group of gods, just so they would have something else to worship needlessly. And so, she crafted a god of the skies and storms, a god of the ocean, a goddess of the underworld and death, a god of the earth, a goddess of the sun and moon, and a goddess of emotions. Katagidon, Nerou, Kthonia, Adamos, Eclissiare, and Synasithae were the new gods' and goddesses' names, and proud and boastful they were. They also had a kind heart to them, but rarely did they show it. If a ruler had kind thoughts to their subjects, they believed, then the subject would eventually forget about them. They only mingled with humans that they deemed worthy, unlike the poor Being who was kind to all and tried to mingle with everyone, and she was now helpless to their new rule.

Life with the new gods ran smoothly, the humans definitely believed in them, but didn't sacrifice anything to them. While this angered the gods, they accepted it. The Being calmed them down, explaining that sacrifice was useless and unecessary. It still caused a small flare of outrage whenever the humans butchered an animal and kept all the rich meats to themselves, however. Sometimes, in their anger, they caused storms and disasters. While these scared the humans, they accepted them as a way of life and continued on. Instead, the humans spent more time in the scientific fields, growing more and more complex. Many, many more generations passed, and the planet grew into a place with respectable civilizations and cultures. At this point, Gaiea and Ouranaous's planet was drained dry of resources and died, while Khaos' still  remained a key point in trade and knowledge. Every one of the gods, even the Being of Life, the "Goddess of Above" was forgotten, and they decided to use this to their advantage.

They multiplied, some of the gods pairing up and having children, and some gods being created by the Being's hand. Along with the original six were the goddess of festivities, the god of sleep and dreams, the god of war, the goddess of chaos, the god of wisdom and knowledge, the goddess of seasons, the goddess of love, and the god of the arts. They were Dianis, Morphos, Brutus, Dyscordia, Gnoseis, Tempora, Amoria, and Techniki. As if to spite the humans that abandoned them, all fourteen of them enticed humans they found appealing, and gave them demigod children. These "half-bloods" were outcasts, as well as the parent. Families tainted by god's blood were forced away, and some lineages shattered because of the one slip of infatuation. The shunned created their own homes away from their families. Their new cities were never as grand as the one's of "pure-blood", but they worked nonetheless. After yet another few generations, these demigod lines were forgotten, the families no longer disgraced, the gods decided to no longer meddle with human affairs, and all was well and happy.

Science marched on and civilizations grew to empires, which grew to countries. This planet was doing damn fine, and it was proud of it. No threats of invasion, no horrible economic collapses, everything was going smoothly. The gods were watching over the world while the humans were toying around with it and exploring it. A certain lineage by the name of Finnik, not once tainted by the gods, was doing fine, in a small town known as New Azure.