Theósism

Goddess Of Wisdom & Literacy: Sofia

God of Oceans & Wealth: Nero

### The Creation

The world, wasn't. Then it was. Not even the Gods remember their celestial parents. The creation of man however, each of the Gods remember rather clearly.

Sofia was the youngest of the Gods, and the night before the creation, was running through a sunflower field with the nearby wolves as she laughed and played with them, Nero watched and smiled, occasionally summoning waves to splash Sofia when she had gotten too rough with one of the animals. "HEY!" she would shout, and he would just smile and wave his trident summoning another wave to crash into her, ruining her perfectly plaited hair. Sidri and Selene on the other hand were both at work in the mines, Selene using her will to mold each of the races, whilst sidri smashed a collection of nether stars, water, clay, and fire charges into a pestle and mortar. However there wasn't enough left for the final statue, and this is why they made a smaller being, the dwarves. Once finished the molding,

Sidri roared up to the other two, and they made their way down to the cave. "Watchye thenk" Sidri asked in a tone which indicated he did not care what they answered. Sofia began to weep and hugged one of the molds. Once the pleasantries were over, the gods imbued each of the molds with their essence, they had created life.

### The Rules

Once the races were created and had lived for a few hundred years, there began to be rivalries, wars, deaths. And so the Gods combined their wisdom and wrote out a small list of rules the people would have to follow to ascend to Paradise once dead.

1. Don't Be A Phallace
2. Work Hard
3. Show Kindness To All
4. Show Mercy To All
5. Remember Us.

### Rebirth

The religion lived for a long time, however sadly as centuries passed, each of the rules laid out by the Gods were forgotten, wars were once more, laziness had taken the world by storm, and the Gods were forgotten. Until Ody2 found the slate with the rules written, along with some other texts the Gods had written, stories, artwork, and he decided to bring life to this perfect religion. Long live the Gods of old.

### The Dark Tale Of Johnathon Clickleydic And The Angry Goose

Within the tablets discovered by Ody 2 within the Bumhole when trying to pay respects to his father, many a story were written. One of these tales spoke of a man named Johnathon Clickleydic, a hunter in the Eastern region of the world. He was an arrogant man who believed the Gods were but fools. The God Nero owned a Goose, Gerty, which lived on an island near to Johnathon. Now to kill a pet of a God, was an insult of grand consequences. But Johnathon did not heed this warning, he embraced it, he believed to be better than the Gods, and wanted to show his village the Gods would not dare touch him. Before he left with his wolves he told the people of his village that the temples to the Gods were pathetic wastes of space.

Within a day Johnathon had reached the island, "HUNT" he squawked at his pups. Each ran off in a direction sniffing the floor as they went. Johnathon went his own direction. He found a blue, four leafed clover which was a flower representing Nero's Godhood, and crunched it in his hands throwing the petal dust on the ground, he smirked and continued in his direction. As more time passed he found a beautiful lake, glowing with a white aura, and for a moment, the hunter was taken back by its beauty. His eyes scanned the lake only to find Gerty the Goose, he crept over to the bird slowly, it sat and watched him as he had his spear pointing at it. As he was ready to swing, the Goose transformed into a handsome, dark haired, blue eyed man, his golden tan shone in the water. Startled, Johnathon fell back.

"Hello." The beautiful man spoke.

Johnathon spat out water and charged for the man "DEMON!"

Before he knew it, the spear was out of his hands, and he was gracefully paddling through the shimmering lake. Though, somehow in that time the man had vanished. Johnathon whistled and screamed once more "HUNT" and the dogs sprinted from different sides of the lake towards him, as before them, a deliciously fat goose sat. Johnathon wailed as his dog, Buttons ripped into the wing where his arm once was, Johnathon had only noticed what was going on when he saw the blood-covered feathers surrounding him.

### Celestial Intervention

Long before the Gods, before, nothing, in fact. There always existed the Celestials, the core components of the world. The Celestials were as follows:

Kade: Celestial of Prophecy & Luck

Raeya: Celestial of Magic & Time

Solandrial: Celestial of Serenity & Nature

Helian: Celestial of Space & Quintessence

Calypso: Celestial of Calamity & Death

Little is known about most of these celestials, only that they left after making each of their children, it is only Sidri who knows about them, but does not like to speak of them.

All that is known is, Each Celestial creates a core component in the life of **every** living being, even the Earth in that we live upon. Some say before the Gods, there were priests in a dimension close to ours which would pray to these Celestials, But little is recorded on the subject.

### The Great Fall Of Simricus Smith

Simricus was a simple man, he worked hard in his forge, mined for his own resources, and tinkered with water, lava, and iron. His name was derived from Sidri, God of the Forge, and that name fitted him. Sidri was still a young God when man was made, even if he was the eldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed interacting with people, playing occasional pranks or blessing quality forged tools. Simricus was no exception to the God's teasing and blessing, in fact he was the most favorite of Sidri. Sidri appreciated the man's ingenuity, creativity, and work ethic, and eventually he decided to descend upon the blacksmith. Simricus was in awe when he saw Sidri floating above him, flight was something which Simricus couldn't seem to figure out, even with his creation of the elytra, it was always more falling with style, than anything else. He couldn't find enough lava or water to fuel the propeller he had attached to it, without it being destroyed.

Sidri pitied the man and decided to present the world a gift, one which he kept to himself deep in the mines of Arogarath. Redstone, a perplexing cube of energy which when crushed into dust, could be used to power, send links between power sources, and so much more. Upon receiving the gift, Simricus began to cry, thanking the God, crossing his heart with his hands in the shape of a claw, a Theósistic way to ward off all evil and thank the Gods. Sidri then began to show him what one simple block of redstone could do, he crushed some into a small battery shaped cube and placed it beside the Elytra's propeller.

The Elytra shot into the air, flapping its wings and Simricus' face lit like glow-squid ink. Sidri did however warn Simricus that the power, although great, belonged to the Earth, and to take it from the Earth for too long, would result in severe consequences. Simricus smiled and nodded as any would do when being cautioned by a God. But as all who know humanity knew he would, he chose not to listen, he tried building a satellite of redstone to amplify its connection to the wings. Simricus was not happy flying past buildings, he wanted to fly past clouds, he wanted to dance in the God's domain and drink in the void that is space.

Once Simricus was happy the signal would allow him to reach the stars, he strapped on the elytra, and began to fly, though what he forgot was, it was the powder which increased signal, and he had built a satellite of purely redstone blocks, the power of the elytra was strong, he flew into the air as he screamed in bliss, up until the battery Sidri had made for him, short circuited, and Simricus, once flush with pride, was now falling rapidly through the sky he once conquered, before Sidri knew what was going on to prevent it, Simricus was lay a bloody mess in the ocean, swallowed whole by Nero's Kraken, Gilbert.