Jace Mythology (Redux)

## Jace Mythology

Havoc, Titan God Of Destruction

Jace, Titan God Of Creation

Chrome, Titan God Of Time

Realena, Titan Goddess Of Reality

Valerio, Titan Goddess Of Infinity

Khadir (Cod-near)- creator god/earth god

Solara (sole-air-ah)- goddess of the sun, day, and warmth, is physically the sun

Lunarus (loon-air-us)- Goddess of the moon, night and the monthly cycle, lives on the moon, and controls what is lit up or not

Phyteus (Fay-tee-us)- God of the stars, zodiacs, and constellations

Dycrena (Dye-seer-na)- the Goddess of the Sea

Ipdis (Ip-diss)- God of Winter

Jubdus (Jub-dus)- God of Nature and Summer

Zurier (Zer [like ‘sir’]-rear)- God of snow

Fila (Fill-uh)- Goddess of Ice

Chivab (Chiv-ah-b)- Goddess of spiders

Quilled snake (aka Qhujteus) (catch-e-us)- god of creativity (mostly) [also the god of storms, weather, or flight]

Nareem (nah-ream) God of nightmares, brother to Shamus

Deadaeu (dead-a-ew)- Goddess of death, injury and decay, wife/partner to Misris

Vivious (Viv-i-ous)- God of life, growth and birth

Radis, God Of Trade

Ulous, God Of Misfortune/Mischief

Gaesis, God Of Science

Vava, Goddess Of Destiny

Ana, Goddess Of Music

Misris, Goddess Of The Underworld

Sonmus, God Of Justice

Shamus, Goddess Of Dreams

Velas, Dragon God Of War

Chrestia, Elven Goddess Of Peace

Grax, Dragon God Of Wrath

Chick, Dragon Goddess Of Lust

Monien, Dragon Goddess Of Greed

Lazi, Dragon God Of Sloth

Forgon, Dragon God Of Pride

Stepimore, Dragon Goddess Of Envy

Magbre, Dragon God Of Gluttony

The world as we know it started out as nothing, all was black until Khadnir and Jace arrived, he saw that there was nothing, and he decided to create something, so Khanir killed himself with Jace's help, and curled into a ball in order to create something that could be able to have life on it. The first God that arose from his blood that created the rivers and oceans was Dycrena, the second that came from his skin that make the land and soil was Jubdus, and the third and fourth came from two tears he shed as he died that became the sun (Solara) and moon (Lunarus). Jace started making creatures from his sweat, creating plants and animals, thus accidentally creating Vivious and Deadeau.

Dycrena, the Goddess of the Sea, she was in love with Ipdis, God of Winter. One day, while watching him from a distance while he froze the land, Dycrena saw that the plants were dying as they were frozen, and she knew that Judbus, the God of Nature and Summer, would be very angry at him. Dycrena called a Seagull to her and whispered to it, “Pick up some of my seafoam and drop it as Ipdis is freezing the ground, it will make a layer for the plants to live under during the Winter.” The gull did as he was told and picked up some seafoam and carried it high; as it dropped, it froze and covered the ground in the first snow. The gull was made into Ziruer, God of snow and snow storms. Ipdis didn’t like this new god, he impeded his winter and made the plants survive the cold. He didn’t know where the mysterious god had come from, so one day he decided to ask. Ipdis stormed up to Ziruer, a pale man with white, feathery hair and wings and a sack full of his sea foam ‘snow’. Ziruer smiled at Ipdis, “How do you do Ipdis?” He asked. Ipdis scowled at Ziruer, “I’m fine, but who do you think you are, spilling your so called ‘snow’ over my winter. And where did you even come from anyway?” Ipdis angerly asked. Ziruer just smiled, “Why don’t you ask my mother Dycrena?” Ipdis was confused as to how the Goddess of the Sea could have had a God of Snow, so he went to her, meeting her at the bank of the Sea, “Dycrena, where did Ziruer come from?” He asked. Dycrena smiled at Ipdis, “I wanted to help you, so that Judbus wouldn’t get mad at you for killing his plants, so I had a gull take some of my sea foam and rain it atop the plants.” She explained. Ipdis was happy, and the two of them got married and had a daughter, Fila, Goddess of Ice. Fila, Ipdis, and Ziruer made winter what it is, Ziruer sprinkles his snow, Fila spreads her ice and Ipdis makes it Winter.

Jubdus was walking around on a warm summer day, and noticed that, in the distance there were some storm clouds rolling in, he led most animals into the trees or in the ground before the rain started, but he forgot about the smaller insects, including a spider, who decided to make his own shelter. He took out some silk and started spinning a web on top of the grass, in order to protect himself from the rain, he had barely started when many other insects started gathering under his tarp; he kept spinning a wider and wider thin web, planning on making it thicker, but more and more insects kept gathering. The storm blew past, only barely leaving a dew on the grass; Jubdus came to get all of the animals out of their hiding places, but noticed that there was now spider silk all over the grass; he knelt, “Who did this?” He asked. The small spider came up to him and bowed, the god just smiled at him, “This is a very pretty sight, I would like to make you, and the rest of your kind more important.” He said. The spider was shocked, when suddenly she became larger, more human-like; Jubdus put his hand on her shoulder, “You shall be the queen of the spiders, and the rest of the insects, you shall be responsible for everything they become, and what they do.” He said. She hugged him with two of her arms and wandered off, Jubdus looked around for the simple animals he’d put in the trees and ground, but found more complex animals that could fly, climb, dig, and so on. He looked at the new goddess, who was now making new kinds of spiders from the simple kind she used to be, he went up to her and watched as she listened to their struggles and gave them abilities based on them; too many predators? Here have some poison. Then another insect came up to her, “Hello goddess, I have noticed that there is a lot of waste, and not a lot of cleaning going on, could I be the one to clean it up?” Asked the small black insect. The goddess thought for a moment, and then gave the insect wings, and a proboscis with the ability to have its children to be able to eat anything. Jubdus put his hand on the new goddess, “What would you like to be called? Every god has a name.” He said. The goddess put one of her spiny hands up to her chin, where her mandibles clicked away, “How about Chivab?” She asked. Jubdus thought this acceptable, and went to go and deal with his new animals, and give them the adaptations they would need for their new lives.

A snake slithers through the bushes and sees a lone feather on the ground, he picks it up in his mouth because he thinks it looks pretty and slithers on, soon he finds another feather and adds it to the one already in his mouth, he stops his meandering and puts one feather on the ground and looks at his snaky body, he carefully slides the feather under one of his scales, and then the other somewhere else. The snake continues to collect feathers whenever he can and puts them under his scales, slowly making him look more like a bird than a snake, when suddenly Jubdus noticed the snake and came up to him, “Little snake, why do you have so many feathers stuck in your skin?” He asked. The snake looked at the God, “Well sir, I rather like these feathers, and rather than them going to waste on the ground, I figured I could adorn myself with them.” He explained. The god was impressed, “I’ve never heard of such a thing, using something to make something else look better, what is it called?” The God asked. The snake thought for a moment, “I think I’d like to call it ‘creativity.’” The snake said. As soon as the snake uttered those words, he began to grow, and the feathers began to become a part of him, the feathers around his middle section became a pair or multicolored wings, the feathers around his head became a fluffy scarf-like thing, while the rest of the feathers went to his tail and made his tail tipped in them, almost like the tail feathers on a bird. The snake looked over himself briefly and looked at the God, slightly confused, “What just happened?” The snake asked. Jubdus was smiling, “You just became a God for making something new, congratulations.” He said. The snake was still confused and opened his new wings and considered he would need a name now that he was a God, he thought and thought, but then he knew what his name should be, “Jubdus, you may call me Qhujteus.” He said.

Once there was a rainbow snake that lived very happily, he had problems hiding from predators, but he was proud of his colors. One day he was hanging out near a mountain that he liked, because the ground was warm; suddenly the ground shook and the mountain exploded, a dark cloud came out of it, and rocks began to rain from the sky, the snake tried to slither away, but his tail got caught under a rock, so he just hid himself around the rock and waited for it to end. After the sky was normal again the snake managed to get his tail out from under the rock, but now he noticed all of his colors were gone, and instead they were black, all around him, there was black and white flecks on the ground. He was sad he’d lost his color, but now he could hide from predators easier; the sun shone through the sky and the snake saw he still had remnants of his colors underneath the black.

One day Fila wanted to give her mother, Dycrena some flowers, but since she was the goddess of ice she froze every flower she picked, so she decided to make some. She got to work making some flowers with ice, it took some time and a lot of patience, but she eventually got a large basket full of the flowers, each a little different. She began to walk to the ocean, but her basket had a hole in it and her flowers fell out and when she eventually got to the ocean only one flower was left, she felt bad, but that’s when Dycrena appeared out of the water, she knelt next to her daughter, “What’s wrong sweetheart?” She asked. Fila looked at her mom, tears in her eyes, “I tried to make some flowers for you, but they all fell out.” She said. Dycrena smiled at her and grabbed the flower that was left, which was a small spiky one, similar to a cactus; she set the flower on the water and the small flower multiplied across the water. She patted her daughter on the head, “These flowers will appear very rarely because they are precious to me, just like you are.” She said.

One night, in a ray of moonlight, a man appeared, he was light skinned with dark hair and eyes, he looked around and saw that all the animals were asleep, but there was a noise from behind him, so he turned and saw a squirrel, he knelt down, “Hello there little one, why are you not asleep like everyone else?” He asked. The squirrel grabbed her tail and started wringing it a little in her small paws, “It’s too hard to sleep through the night, it’s so boring, also, I’m worried about predators.” She said. He thought for a moment, and then thought of an idea, “What if I gave you something to ‘watch’ while your asleep, do you think you’ll be able to sleep then?” He asked. The squirrel nodded and climbed up a tree, the man closed his eyes as well and went into the squirrels mind, he crafted a world for the squirrel that had no rules, and the squirrel frolicked, so he moved on and gave others something similar, some he did good, but in some, he put a bad taste to them, making them scary and even more weird. He woke to the sound of chirping and chattering, there were animals crowded around him, knowing he was responsible for the things they saw in the night, some were thankful, while others were not, but one interrupted them all, it was the squirrel, “Sir, what are these called, and what is your name?” She asked. The man thought for a moment, “What you saw last night were ‘dreams’, or ‘nightmares’ that you should forget, because they weren’t real, and were just to keep your mind occupied, and my name is… Nareem.” He said. Some animals argued, while others wandered off, Nareem wandered off on his own, no one followed him; he was soon alone and there was no one around, but suddenly he heard rustling in the bushes, he turned, “Who’s following me? Is it that squirrel?” He asked, and demanded. But the only thing that revealed itself was Qhujteus, the Quilled Snake; he bowed to the God, “No need for the formality son, you are a God too.” He said. Nareem stood up, “What do you mean sir?” He asked. The snake slithered closer and put his long feathered tail around his shoulders, “You were born of moonlight and creativity, you are the God of dreams and nightmares.” The snake said. Nareem thought about this, “Am I your son then?” He asked. The snake bobbed his head from side to side, “Sort of, Lunarus wanted a creative heir to give entertainment to those who sleep, and so, she took some of my power and make you.” He explained. Nareem seemed excited, “Can you take me somewhere that I may sleep in peace so I can travel through their dreams and weave each differently?” He asked. Qhujteus nodded and Nareem got on his back and the snake flew him to that land of the gods, where all the gods hung out when they weren’t doing their jobs, and, where he was given a bed of clouds and was told to not be disturbed.

Life on the planet was thriving, but soon, there was a clear overpopulation of the animals, the gods talked among themselves, when, suddenly a very handsome man walked in, he was wearing white, with feathers, scales, and other things of that size adorning him, and on his head were a pair of antler-like, but also tree-like horns, he bowed to the gods, “May I suggest something?” He asked. The gods looked at him, confused, he looked at them, “I am the god of life, growth, and birth; I need a counterpart, a god of death, injury and decay.” He said. The gods seemed to understand, but were unsure how to make this possible, but they did not give up easily, Vivios, the life god stood, also thinking of a counterpart, and he noticed that next to him stood a figure, wearing black, skulls, adorned with mushrooms and carrying what looked like a bone-like staff, the figure looked at him and pulled down its hood, under was a slightly decayed face, sunken and ashen, but also, beautiful in its own way; Vivios was immediately entranced with this figure, he produced a bouquet of flowers out of his hand and offered them to her, she tried taking them, but the flowers just wilted and turned black, turning to dust. Vivios smiled, and the Goddess of death seemed confused, “Where am I?” She asked. Vivios smiled at her, “You are in the land of the gods, and you are the Goddess of death, the opposite of me, life.” He said. The Goddess seemed sad, but Vivios just blurted out, “I will give you the gift of living things, and once you take them, their souls will follow you until they decide to try again in life.” The Goddess smiled, “You may call me Deadaeu.” She said. She drifted off to go and make the over-population not an issue anymore, and Vivios followed to make more life for her.

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