OOC: nice to see you again, VW! Remember the third DG?
OOC: How could I not remember!? Are you up for DG IV? We are starting it up now.
Wandering
Same time as Chapter 0.2
Arawn stared at the mortal realm from his observatory chamber. A light smoke swirled about on the ground. The God of Death stared closer at something that caught his eye on Erebus. It was a small settlement of the Grigori.
Grigori. The word came to him and made his divine eyes quint closer at the settlement. He recalled that an Archangel, Cassiel, had favored the Grigori, but that wasn't what had caused him to squint closer.
Although no truly organized priesthood had ever worshiped him, the God remembered a group of Grigori who had strayed from their agnostic Cassiel and had chosen Arawn as their God. They built a tower to the south, however, their deity payed no attention to those who worshipped him in life.
The God of Death looked to the tower and noticed that a darkness began to fall upon the land. The tower lit up. Surprised, Arawn had no idea that they still worshipped him. So he decided to descend upon the mortal world of Erebus and find out exactly what they were doing.
Assuming the form of an old man, darned in a long black cloak, he appeared before the tower. It was atop a hill, so the God of Death was forced to hike up. It was a nice change from just appearing everywhere, the God thought to himself as he reached the door. He knocked, and the door swung open with a man dressed identically to Arawn inside.
"Brother, welcome." The priest replied, bowing as the God entered. He then led Arawn up a spiral staircase to the top, passing the chambers of the priests along them way. They were small stone rooms with a cot, and alter and a single window with no door. In one of the rooms, Arwan noticed a priest and priestess avidly making love. The god stopped and watched for a moment as he recalled the time when he ruled both Spheres of life and Death.
"Everyone one here are the descendants of those who built this tower. It is very much applauded when a priest and priestess reproduce in hopes of continuing our great legacy." The priest that was guiding him said, so the two continued to the top.
The top of the tower was dominated by a single circular room. There, some of the priests and priestesses that had not gone off to bed prayed to the God of Death. They all stopped when he entered the room and came to meet the newcomer. After the formal greetings, they asked him if he would like to be fully initiated into the priesthood. Arawn refused.
"But why Brother?" One priestess asked inquisitively. So Arawn transformed into the form of a Wraith, all of the priests and priestesses bowed.
"I am Arawn, your deity." The God of Death said monotonously, examining the group. "I have been impre
sssssed and apologize for not showing you heed before. I did not realize that there were still those who follow me. Who is your leader?" As the God finished, a single priestess stood, darned in a black cloak and hood like the others. She took off her hood and bowed before him.
"My name is Rose, my lord." She had a divine figure, unlike the ghastly looking people who worshiped him. Her hair was black, but had red streaks on one side. Arawn place his hand atop her head and close his eyes as he saw her destiny. After a few moments , he removed the hand and she looked up at him.
"I say farewell, I may return at a later time. But for now..." The God suddenly disappeared in an explosion of dark smoke, leaving his followers to believe that they were Arawn's chosen. But the God of Death had his own agenda.