#zodiaerc

   Oh yes, those beast born from the fear and negativity His people harbored against Him from all the sacrifices that were made in His name. Zodiark glanced away slightly, wondering if it was really worth all the trouble to summon Him like that. Beings of this world were strange and did strange things to show their love and admiration for their gods.

     ‘ I am but what about you Hythlodaeus? How are you fairing? The last thing I want is my Followers not being in a well state of mind. ’

  “I am well. Just a few headaches every now and again. I suppose this body is unfit for the power of a god.” Daeus half joked with a shy smile. “Nonetheless I will be fine, thanks to you.” He murmured sheepishly. \

& ZODIARK.  

 ‘ Forever more, without end in sight. Even Gods are not safe from this cycle, Emet-Selch. ’

   Having used what aether He could salvage, the God manifested into that of a young boy. Still not fully completed, He stood to stare at his chosen Champion when he spoke of such cycle. Eye turned to face the city, Amaurot, a beautiful place that housed His children.

  ‘ This is the first time in many years you’ve chosen to spoke to Me, does something trouble you? ’

Although he was one of those who had called Zodiark when the first calamity was waiting for them and he had become one of his most fervent and loyal subjects, there were few times that Emet-Selch tried to contact Him by his own. After all, He was their God, and often His purposes required a certain amount of attention where He had no need to be disturbed at all times.

Most of the time, the Architect was summoned to hearings to transmit his reports on the progress of Great Rejoining. But this time... he had several questions. Many, as always because of his mind in constant reflection.

[ DARK. ]  brows rose upon the other’s call.  To hear such, to hear Him speak.  Ah it nigh brought a tear to his eye had he not to hold some semblance of decorum in presence of his deity, his everything.  Head rolled a ways upon his shoulders as he carefully set aside the tome he had been thumbing through.  Though within it were the leftover SECRETS & musings the Warrior of Light had left behind, it could wait.  His god’s call far more important than some forgotten diary cast aside in the panic of conflict.  T’was a little too easy to obtain he thought it but good FORTUNE was not lost upon the Architect.  Besides, his eye already caught a rather INTERESTING tale within.  A small point of weakness that may prove useful later.  For both personal gain & in name of his cause.  Certainly it was one matter he’d attend to later.

HEAR 

FEEL 

The Child sat next to His Gardener, tired and low on aether for the time. He wanted to sleep, rest of some kind. This would have to do for now until Emet-Selch found Him.

‘The god of flames, Ifrit.” The Primal grumble, narrowing his eyes on the young man before him. Huh…

    “My Lord, do you think it’s possible to train me? To make my creative magic stronger than it is...?” Daeus frowned before looking over his hands in defeat.