Establishing Religion

Dorath'Kor’s Docs Establishing the City Establishing Religion

Morrigan Zineas

Perhaps it had been a good idea to let Lyrei convince her to use one of the smaller buildings within the palace walls as an office of sorts. It was a little more comfortable, at least, than that hall she’d used to meet Lyrei. There Morrigan was, though, in that big comfortable office chair of hers, looking over paperwork once more. Who knew running a city would be so difficult? While she wasn’t really a fan of wearing black, she was still dressed in a black, off-shoulder dress with a silver belt around her waist. Blond hair was pulled back and into a bun, those tattoos of hers writhing around her skin. As she read through a few different things, she reached out and grabbed her coffee in her hand, one leg crossing over the other beneath her desk.

 

Augustus Octavian

After having been in the spotlight a year or two back, he had not been in a hurry to bring himself back to the limelight so quickly. He had a family, several sons and daughters, several wives who were not inherently evil but knew how to protect their families when it came to potential danger. He had been called, though, which was unusual in and of itself. The creature, of course, who had called him… he could sense, had void. Was intimate with it, in a fashion. That’s the only reason he answers their call. The void, not something he often displays, is the first inkling that the woman’s call has been answered at all for it creeps along the walls of her office, into the nothingness before that very desk she sits at until it releases him before her. As per usual, the fiend is dressed in standard suited perfection, every bit of his usual get up immaculate as if he had planned for this particular event himself. Dark hair wreathes the face of an individual that is altogether familiar to her. She has seen this face several dozen times in her life, has been damned near intimate with it on occasion. It is a face that wholeheartedly tugs at emotional ties, considering she has no doubt been near her husband. It is the face of her father, only not at the same time. In his face, there is emotion, emotion that looked wrong on her father’s face but not his own. When he looks at her, his eyes are shrouded in the deep absence of color often associated with nothingness and reality itself renders an incomprehensible pang that is felt throughout the atmosphere, a crackle of thunder and a flash of lightning that teems through the skies. “You called for me and set this meeting. Don’t waste my time.”

 

Morrigan Zineas

It was the Void that called to her first, tugging at her until she looked up. And, for a moment, she nearly spit out her coffee. She hadn’t expected that he’d look so much like her father, so much like someone she’d actually come to love in the past few months of her life. She set down the mug, folding her hands in front of her on the desk, forcing herself to remain as passive as she possibly could. “I have no intention of wasting your time,” she said with a respectful nod of her head. Sure, she was a vain creature that believed herself to be better than anyone else that existed to this day .Except her father, of course. But even she knew when to offer up the guise of respect and dignity. “I do want to start off by thanking you for showing up.” Control. She had to keep up that image of control, forcing her eyes to remain a bright blue. “And I wanted to ask if you’d be interested in furthering the religion you’ve started. As the chief deity of Dorath’Kor.” Well, at least no one could say she liked to beat around the bush. 

 

Augustus Octavian

There’s a presence, an atmosphere, about him that calls to one’s sense of respect. They have to give him theirs, their utmost attentions. It’s like magic built into his very core being. Dominance, it would seem, that was still present even though he was no longer a vampire. It is something that goes much further, though, only enhanced since he had become a god. They are of the same Pantheon, though, something made obvious by a sense of camaraderie rather than one-sided need and desire to be the alpha in each other’s presence. He observes the torture goddess with a keen eye, eyes that revert from that dark nothingness of the void to a rich, deep blue that is observant for the longest time before he answers her at all. “You’re the new goddess that everyone’s been talking about, praying to. The goddess of torture.” He states the rather obvious, stepping toward that desk, sliding into a seat across from her as if this were a simple business meeting. “Let me get this straight.. You start a city. You establish a leading presence within it, bring in travelers and families from surrounding local communities. You don’t build an altar for yourself but rather decide to put your support behind another god. Is this a bid to keep yourself from being a dictator?”

 

Morrigan Zineas

She and her birth mother might not have gotten along well, but she’d learned a few things from the vampire. And offering respect, even if she didn’t want to, was one of those things. She offered a slight smile, one that actually looked right on her face, thanks to the time she’d been spending with Dimos as of late. “I am,” she said. “And it’s more than a move to prevent myself from becoming a dictator.” She glanced away for a moment, standing up from that desk to brace her hands on the surface. “Torture. That’s my domain. I don’t want this city to be built on that. I want it to be a place of culture, of safety for those that would otherwise be hunted down.” And, no, this had nothing to do with the fact that she was so close to Olde Watch. Not at all. “From everything that I’ve heard, you’re an intimidating presence, yes. But you’re not the worst being to exist. Not only am I asking you to be the chief deity here, I’m also offering your wives and any children you have a place of power within the city as well. If they want it, obviously. I won’t force them.”

 

Augustus Octavian

He’s been alive for eons, that much is obvious. There’s a wisdom to his eyes that stretches the centuries, even the millennia, but a lot of that is misplaced thanks to the overwhelming force he’s faced since coming to this place. She smiles and his facial expression does not change. There might be a standard amusement to those eyes of his but he briefly combs his fingers through his hair before he leans forward. “Chief-deity, a place and position for both my children and my wives.” He repeats her as if trying to size up the offer. Truthfully, he doesn’t want anything to do with this world. His celestial presence has been enough for him, the ability to create his own world for his wive and children, most of which whom still live within his own city. “Asterin’s my only child who doesn’t live at home. Allow her and her family to become one of your city’s first residents and you have my word that I’ll situate myself here.” Of course, it would mean creating his own heaven, his own hell, for her citizens but he didn’t mind that. Not when his cult, his religion, would eventually rise to rival others. “Your father… Yes, I know who he is… He’ll be here, won’t he?”

 

Morrigan Zineas

It was all coming together, though the excitement was held off for now. She’d find a way to celebrate her little wins later. Possibly with her own husband. She looked up at him once more, taking in what he had to say, his question after. “Done.” It wouldn’t be hard to set Asterin up as the first official resident here. Well, aside from Morrigan and her little family, obviously. Even Lyrei hadn’t completely moved to Dorath’Kor just yet. She slid back into her own chair, leaning against the desk. “If he can ever get away from his ‘wife’ for more than a few hours at a time, yes. It’s possible. It also depends on whether he wants to deal with this or not.” She tilted her head, a brow raised slightly. “Would it be a problem if he /were/ to be here?”

 

Augustus Octavian

“Kel-ah and I have a complicated history.” As if to illustrate that, he is suddenly no longer sitting in that chair. In a matter of moments, he’s standing behind her, leaning in so close that his breath is hot against her neck. There’s a reason he’s so strong, a reason why the void reacts so well to his very being, to every fiber within his body and ingrained presence. “I almost ate him, after all. He’s only half the entity he used to be.” And then he’s back in his seat as if he’s never moved. She seems to lean back in her seat, against the desk, and he leans into that seat of his as well. With his terms agreed to, his daughter now had a home, a home where he could keep watch over her and her husband. They wouldn’t move into the city, into one of its preordained and built homes. They would move their domain here, add onto the city and it’s size. His grandson, their son, would eventually have a family of his own here and most of his children, he hoped, would either move here or stay in his domain. His temple here would have an access port to his home, though none but the invited would be able to enter. “You’ll need to warn him of my presence. I’ve no issue with him being around but my innate abilities and his presence will trigger a feud if you aren’t careful and you let him have his way with the city. You don’t want it to turn to that.” It’s a warning, a trigger for potential war or frustration. But it’s one she can handle, if she’s truly a goddess.

 

Morrigan Zineas

Ah. Well, that explained a lot. Of course, Morrigan made no comment on this, simply nodding. But when she felt him behind her, she stiffened a bit, eyes flashing a bright crimson before quickly fading. No, Morrigan. Stay calm. When he showed up in his own seat, though, her eyes had already shifted back to that bright blue, her hands folded on the surface of the desk. “I’ll speak with him,” she said. “And, again, I thank you. If there’s anything else you need from me, don’t hesitate to ask me. I’ll make sure it’s taken care of.” 

 

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