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A small group of four elemental gods I’ve had rattling around in the back of my brain since High School.

These four gods were ‘birthed’ with the same primordial forces that made the earth.  They are both products and masters of their elements, and live within both a magic and a scientific framework.  They did not always appear human, instead appearing as the greatest forces of their respective domains and associated creatures until molded into human form with the evolution of Homo Sapiens Sapiens.  None of them are good or evil, but made of personalities and ethos that can be in turn both kind and cruel.

Inferus - The elder brother and god of fire, he is the first blob of great molten rock that made the world and the tiniest spark at the heart of all fire.  His personality is difficult to say the least - as he is solid and patient, he plans for the long term, and yet can have quite the temper when things do not go his way.  He can be impetuous if the mood strikes him, but more often than not he is quiet and busy, about his own errands.  He does not often take time to look outside of his own doing, and can wreak havoc for it.  He also is a god of explosions, heat, rock, plate tectonics, earthquakes, and is frequently worshiped by architects, engineers, and mathematicians.

Aqualine - The elder sister and goddess of water, at first her brother tried to staunch her birth, desperately trying to keep her from coalescing into tangible form.  But she could not be suppressed and as the first water out-gassed from lava, so she came to be.  It would be a long time before she could settle into her form, but where her elder brother is patient, she is equally so.  She, however, wears her heart on her sleeve much more than him in all her moods, and her moods can be tremendous in their fury and their calm.  The eldest siblings do not get along well.  She is also a goddess of current, rain, erosion, flow, change, and depth.  She is frequently worshiped by sailors, naturally, but also merchants of all stripes, as well as craftspeople and artists.

Ariel - The younger sister and goddess of air, when at last fire and water calmed enough for atmosphere could settle, she came to be.  Mercurial and quick, she has worn many shapes and forms throughout time as chemistry has changed her element over and over again.  She can be playful to the point of malice, although her elder brother has a soft spot for her pranks and sprightly nature.  Her elder sister finds her tiresome, but is willing to put up with her, generally.  She is also a goddess of sound (and by extensions music), flight, wind, lightning, and reactions.  She is much beloved by children, but is also a favorite of lovers and romantics, as well as chemists.

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(From chapter Three of Phobia)

Did Voldemort truly think that Harry was capable of doing something like this? It was ridiculous. There was no way he could kill Bitsy. He had hated Bellatrix, and still, he couldn’t do it. What made the Dark Lord think that things would change now?

Harry was desperate for companionship, had considered killing some stranger just to prevent the slow erosion of his sanity. He was many things, but this...this Harry would not do.

This was not who he was, even if isolation had made him consider things he would never once contemplate.

If the thought of murdering a cruel sadist like Bellatrix had made his stomach churn before, then the idea of killing a house elf—a poor, defenseless house elf—made him want to vomit.

(From Chapter Two of Inferus)

Disgusting.

Voldemort knew what the Chang girl planned, knew that in this instance she would open her pathetic heart and tell him just how much she missed him. Of how she missed a boy that would never be, a boy that she would never interact with again.

Like the light of a candle drained of all of its strength...smoke tendrils the only thing left of what the girl once knew. A mere shadow, a memory, of a boy that loved her no more.

It should have delighted him to see how closely she skirted that line between composure and calamity, of how near collapse she seemed when her shoulders began to tremble like the earth could no longer bear to keep her standing straight. Cheeks marred with the bright of flush of her distress;a weakness that could do nothing to appease.

But none of it was satisfying, this girl was not Harry Potter...she was not an enemy...she was a nobody.

Voldemort did not care for her opinion, did not care for her sincere smiles nor the way her eyes shone wetly with tears. None of them made his blood sing with satisfaction, his lips stretch into a genuine smile.

Chang’s vulnerability was unwanted.

She was no Harry Potter, and that was perhaps the most disappointing thing of all.

Her suffering, in the end, meant nothing. It was not nearly as delightful as dear Harry’s...

Voldemort’s anger swelled, but he did not dare let it show.