There is an awkwardness to Monzun that Lethys was not expecting. His personal meetings with Monzun have been few and forced, and his attention was not on understanding. Nemesis knew them better. Perhaps Khazar did, even.
What Lethys does now see is they fit into the category of 'gods who never should have survived Nemesis'. Mercy and aspirations of peace did not carry many gods very far, let alone naïvety - but now they are here at the end of it all, and with their strength they get to set the rules going forward. And it seems they have no intention of doing so, or even making demands of their peers - at least, of Lethys. At least, so far.
As Lethys watches Monzun leave, his mind is spinning with uncertainty. This is not the problem; the problem is when inertia catches up and his mind comes to a stop, Lethys is not prepared for the conclusion it may draw.
He feels the inevitable wobble of the spinning coin when, suddenly, a circle of isolation melts away and the sudden freedom of Monzun's godly welcome lands on him. Like blood rushing back into a dead limb, his people's prayer and belief hits Lethys all at once, no longer cut off by overreaching his virtual influence.
Scarcely able to believe at first, Lethys turns curious attention to the burgeoning copse of trees by Monzun's Village. He reaches - and uproots one easily, earth tearing from its roots like wet paper. Shaken and unsure what to make of this, Lethys drifts back towards his own territory, grasping the tree tightly and staring at it as though it might burst into flames in his hand.
He is an expert at testing the thread of his influence far further than others expect. Time makes skill; necessity hones it. But this is not that. This is Monzun's permission made manifest. There is no doubt.
His shock is palpable. How could they grant him this? Why? They know him only as an enemy!
...
Mercy!
The villagers he has been ignoring are louder still. Finally Lethys shoots back across the landscape to find Laetes pacing insistently, urgently, unthinkingly, back-and-forth through the dead centre of the village in the plains. Along his path, a trail of frightened families huddling in doorways, fields trampled, and clawed-up roads.
As Laetes turns to retrace his path for the nth time, his eyes fixed on Monzun's temple and his jaws parted and slavering, Lethys catches him on a Leash and tugs.
"Enough, Laetes. What has gotten into you?" Despite this, the Creature's behaviour is not new.
...Lethys finds himself planting the stolen-not-stolen tree by his temple. He doesn't know what else to do with it; he didn't even mean to bring it back with him.
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Date: 2025-03-29 05:45 pm (UTC)What Lethys does now see is they fit into the category of 'gods who never should have survived Nemesis'. Mercy and aspirations of peace did not carry many gods very far, let alone naïvety - but now they are here at the end of it all, and with their strength they get to set the rules going forward. And it seems they have no intention of doing so, or even making demands of their peers - at least, of Lethys. At least, so far.
As Lethys watches Monzun leave, his mind is spinning with uncertainty. This is not the problem; the problem is when inertia catches up and his mind comes to a stop, Lethys is not prepared for the conclusion it may draw.
He feels the inevitable wobble of the spinning coin when, suddenly, a circle of isolation melts away and the sudden freedom of Monzun's godly welcome lands on him. Like blood rushing back into a dead limb, his people's prayer and belief hits Lethys all at once, no longer cut off by overreaching his virtual influence.
Scarcely able to believe at first, Lethys turns curious attention to the burgeoning copse of trees by Monzun's Village. He reaches - and uproots one easily, earth tearing from its roots like wet paper. Shaken and unsure what to make of this, Lethys drifts back towards his own territory, grasping the tree tightly and staring at it as though it might burst into flames in his hand.
He is an expert at testing the thread of his influence far further than others expect. Time makes skill; necessity hones it. But this is not that. This is Monzun's permission made manifest. There is no doubt.
His shock is palpable. How could they grant him this? Why? They know him only as an enemy!
...
Mercy!
The villagers he has been ignoring are louder still. Finally Lethys shoots back across the landscape to find Laetes pacing insistently, urgently, unthinkingly, back-and-forth through the dead centre of the village in the plains. Along his path, a trail of frightened families huddling in doorways, fields trampled, and clawed-up roads.
As Laetes turns to retrace his path for the nth time, his eyes fixed on Monzun's temple and his jaws parted and slavering, Lethys catches him on a Leash and tugs.
"Enough, Laetes. What has gotten into you?" Despite this, the Creature's behaviour is not new.
...Lethys finds himself planting the stolen-not-stolen tree by his temple. He doesn't know what else to do with it; he didn't even mean to bring it back with him.