God of Bionis

Child

As temples always are, this one was grand, breathtaking and like all of Zanza's places of worship, let lots of light in. To some people it might have been a little too bright, light filtering through stain glass windows with depictions of Lord Zanza upon them. If the sun was in a slightly different position, the light would be beaming through the coloured glass of the god's form, making him almost too overwhelming to look at. Rosie sat next to her mother, her mind still wondering over the cult members. However she stopped when the footsteps of the priest echoed throughout the temple, moving gracefully in his white robes. The holy man bowed before a statue of Zanza, lifting a white flower up to it as an offering. He set it down at the feet of the statue, before facing the congregation.

"We are united under the love of the Holy Father, Lord Zanza. Let our prayers begin!" 

The god himself gazed out upon Bionis, a woman with grey skin and soft eyes by his side. She held her hand over Zanza's looking up to the blonde with a smile. 

"Klaus... it's beautiful. Bionis is breathtaking." 

The god was quiet for a moment, his face unreadable as his icy blue gaze trailed down to the goddess. "Zanza." He said, his tone just as unreadable as his face. "I'm not human anymore. We're not human anymore." 

Meyneth sighed softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I know... how could I forget?" She said with a hint of sadness, but acceptance at the same time. The two deities were on the head of the Mechonis, watching over Bionis across the expanse of the ocean. A Mechon cautiously approached the two, bowing at the waist. Meyneth turned around from the sights in front of them, greeting the Mechonis with a smile. 

"Zanza, look." She said gently, still holding his shoulder with her hand. The blonde deity turned his head, gaze focusing on the Mechonis with a relatively sharp tint to it. The Mechon looked uneasy under Zanza's colder look, gradually moving forward when Meyneth prompted him to. "This is one of my children." She smiled, gesturing to it. "I call them Mechon." 

Zanza nodded, looking it up and down in a calculating manner. 'Meyneth lives amongst her creations? How strange.' He thought, however for the time being, he kept his thoughts to himself. "Children?" He asked, walking towards it. Meyneth looked at him and her Mechon with a hint of wariness, not able to read Zanza's facial expressions and knowing how unpredictable he could be. The Mechon just looked up at him with fear in its "eyes" and held the cold divine gaze momentarily before suddenly bowing low. 

"Great Father." It acknowledged, grovelling at Zanza's feet. While the deity didn't mind the worship, he did look to Meyneth with a slightly bewildered expression. 

"Meyneth... it appears to be confused." Zanza said, almost chuckling. "It believes I am it's father... it's creator? What is it doing?" 

"He." Meyneth corrected gently. "He's not an it, Zanza." 

In response, the god looked slightly agitated. 

"I'm still not it... his father? What have you been telling them?" 

Maybe Zanza didn't mean to sound so displeasured by the Mechon, but the god didn't pick up on his mannerisms, instead leaving the poor Mechon rather confused and seemingly upset. 

"Lord Zanza...?" He said, almost sounding dejected. "Lady Meyneth, Great Mother... why is the Great Father displeased?" 

Meyneth almost looked at Zanza accusingly, kneeling down to embrace the Mechon like a comforting parent after her child had dropped a ice cream on the pavement. "Don't fret, my child. Lord Zanza is simply surprised to see you. He's never met a Mechon before. You've never met one of his children, have you?" 

'Creations!' Zanza's mind hissed, getting annoyed at Meyneth doting upon her creation. 'She acts like it is a child! How can this species thrive with constantly being babied?' He stopped this train of thought when the Mechon as well as Meyneth looked at him expectantly. 

"I am not displeased." Zanza said. "This was simply unprecedented. I did not expect to meet an inhabitant of Meyneth's titan." 

"I have heard stories, Great Father." The Mechon said, looking to him with wide but hopeful eyes. "Tales from the Mechon who have gone to Your land to trade, tales of the beauty of Your Bionis! The skies are blue, the air is fresh, there is true life... We worship You, Great Father." 

Zanza couldn't hold back a smug smirk. He kept it to himself, but he did see Mechonis as rather ugly. He was never one for hunking, bulky designs and had made Bionis in the image of a somewhat picturesque land. He didn't say this to Meyneth, but he didn't like the Mechonis at all. The Zanzadoxism religion was partly correct, it would appear. 

"It is." Zanza returned, smiling back at Meyneth, giving her a smile that wasn't as warm and pure as hers. The Mechon seemed to absolutely beam, getting to his feet and bowing at the waist again. 

"Thank you for this opportunity, Great Mother." He said to Meyneth, looking very thankful. "Great Father, it was a honour!" He nodded respectfully before bounding away away to another part of the Mechnois, or 'metal wasteland' as Zanza couldn't help thinking. 

"I would love to meet a child of yours." Meyneth piped up holding Zanza's arm. "Bionis and Mechonis do trade resources with each other... why don't you come down to Bionis more?" 

"They shouldn't need to see their god every moment of the day to believe and worship him." Zanza replied with a finality in his voice. "I am separate from my creations. You should think about doing the same." 

Meyneth gasped, letting his arm go as Zanza walked away. "Zanza, please! Consider it at the least!" 

The god vanished in a golden blaze.