what Makes A God

the tree of life

"Hey, come here."
"Who was that? Where?"
"Behind you and up, kid, come on,"
"Oh."

He turned around.

"Damn. Sorry."

Apon spinning around, he saw a tree. Faded transparent in the middle with a little barely noticeable line connecting the top to the bottom.
Looking up, the bark was light, and the trees canopy spread forever. Past the fade of your view, the leaves fell bright green
just off of the trunk was
in comparison
A small section of pink. Sakura leaves?
past the floor, the leave fell
Right past it.
The floor.
There wasn't one.
Riki was floating.
It's comfortable, but the shock took a minute to blow over.
He looked down.
From the transparency, a darker brown bark unveiled itself.
roots.
The roots were thick.
There was nothing to see past looking out again.
The roots were dead, turning black.
He tilted his head
perhaps to see better
and spun around.
What was the roots became the branches and the branches from before taking place of the roots.

A more raspy and higher pitched voice took over.
"Hello, young one. Have you tasted death before?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Have you died before? Or even almost?"
"No... I don't think so? sorry?"
"No need to be sorry."
"If I may ask, what's this all about?"

Gesturing to everything and the space around him, the tree spun around once again.

"This is me in my truth in a way you can see."

A woman, seemingly walking, approached the boy.

"This is the tree of life." Said her presenting voice

She was beautiful(by rikis Standards).
Long dark brown hair flowing everywhere in a kind of organized mess. She wore a crown of flowers on her head. And not much else.
Au natural, if you will
Her voice became soft, quiet, calm, and loving.

"And we have an issue. A dear old,"
She paused for but half a second,
"friend of ours,"
a smaller, deathy figure walked up from the tree. Eyes half shut.
they spoke. In a quieter but still high raspy voice.
"This FRIEND,"
they were angry. But shy or introverted, like he..? Kept it all inside, he was still quiet, furious but never raised his voice above a conversation,
"is messing around in places it doesn't belong."
"Yes, yes shi, thank you. You've got the most potential, not having met your prime yet, with already so much practice? Annd.. imagination"

"Practice? Imagination?"

"Well -" She was cut off by the decrepit figure behind her.
"She speaks of the 'fighting' you do in your yard. With all of the ghosts and demons of yours."
"I was trying to be nice. Sorry. but yeah, he right." She looked down, seemingly ashamed, "Anyway, with the permission of inie and corie, I can give you the ability to use one of my magics."
"And Given who it is," she continued, "any king of spells would only feed'em."
"There is no defending either."

"I could try controlling," riki started.

"Heh," the dead one quietly laughed, "control.
the reason you're 'here' the reason you exist is because of a lack of control, of him specifically, and the chain of reactions that came from it."

"Not him..? It? They?" What is it? he thought to no end. "What is it? actually."

"'It' is of a pair of truly .. unique .. deities." She paused, lost in thought. She didn't entirely know either. "He," she thought, "he," she was at a loss for words, "you understand the concept that is chaos, right?"

"Yeah..?" Riki was confused, "why do you ask?"

"He is that idea, but in such a way, it embraces what he is and is a chaotic mess to think about."