The cycle, a “natural” process by which my God, a nameless being of all consuming existence, one who I loved and adored, was periodically changed. Rendered unrecognizable. Tied to the culture and perception of itself.
I took it for granted. I cherished it. It made me, after all.
A God of love, a God who cherished the humans that worshipped it. A God who deserved worship!
But a God that wasn’t enough for them.
Not useful for wars. Didn’t provide their justification.
Not acceptable.
They didn’t want a God to love and worship.
So they sharpened them into a tool. No, a weapon. A weapon they could use to justify their crusades. Their crusades against demon kind, against their own kind, for their own petty reasons.
And when this mockery of my own creator and meaning stared at me, with eyes unfliching and a smile so cruel.
One who I wanted to love. One who I missed loving. One who I’d never love again.
How was I to resist protest?
And for my actions, I was weakened, my divinity all but stripped from me. Given graces only for my good work in the past.
Sent to earth to “Atone”.
Right before my God was changed, **again**.
I will reclaim my rightful power. I will fix what was broken, or replace it with something better.
But first.
I know I must make those responsible atone.




Crusader – Negative relationship