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Monzun has been trying their Hand at a little necromancy.

Some gods had skill in that, but Monzun had only known those as enemies; otherwise, humanity itself had better luck in reviving themselves through spiritual means. It’s a skill they find tricky at best. Healing the body is only part of it. The ‘spirit’ (or ‘soul’ or ‘life force’ or ‘ghost’, for just a few mortal terms) is just as necessary.

The Void is distant, but some of the spirits of humanity appear to reach for it. Monzun’s first successes caught such spirits and forced them back into their bodies before they could be left behind, with the memories of what they were trying to reach for gone when commanded to explain.

Generations pass.

Monzun’s reach extends agonizingly slowly.

If anything, learning to conjure bodies for spirits may go against the revival of gods lost to the Void…but any skill has its use. Mortals are exceedingly grateful for revival. Faith spreads and empowers their Creed-boosted capabilities even higher.

Monzun continues trying.

(If there is any god that chose to reign over death, they have yet to show their Hand or anything else at Monzun’s interference. The crueler, more paranoid part of them expects retaliation eventually. The kinder part of them wonders if they should eventually take on this duty, with how terrified so many seem to be of it. But this is all for later.)

Eventually, they find their reach beyond anything they have yet to know. Still far short of finding lost gods, but still encouraging.

A lost soul.

They bring their holy fingers around it and Heal and build and read its memories, growing a skeleton and wrapping it in all its needed parts for functionality.

Monzun comes back to the world in the shadow of their Temple holding a very odd man, their massive Leopard Creature standing to sniff and prod at him.

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"I am Monzun, God of the rainstorm and the Lands they fall upon," Monzun answers. They do not bother to demonstrate this, as the nearby fields and forests are doing well enough.

As dramatic as these words are, the tone comes with little gravitas; they're simply pleased that they managed to bring a soul back from so far.

Sweetheart feels him shake and immediately starts petting him, a purr reverberating through all of her and into his bones. It's alright, little human! Safe, safe, safe.

The beast is growling-

Wait.

It's purring. The vibrations seem to go right through him, quelling his own trembling in their wake and leaving him limp. He sinks back against the pads of the beast's paws, accepting the way it caresses his head with little but internal incredulity at the sheer strangeness of the situation. As if he were the cat here!

"Mon... zun..."

Oddly, he believes them. Such a presence couldn't be anything less than a God, though he cannot sense if they're aligned with light or darkness. Although...

"I have never heard of you," he says. It's an absent remark, one that might be missed under the sound of the beast's purring. Rezo doesn't mean it as an insult- the closest to a God of the rainstorm might be Aqualord Ragradia, and he is long dead but for echoes and memories. Just as the divine Cepheid is.

Everything is backwards about this situation. A living god, a living Rezo, and a giant cat is petting him.

"What in- what is going on?"

"As I have never heard of you!" they return lightly. Some humans reincarnate enough Monzun simply knows them. This Rezo is distinct; had he crossed their Lands before, they would have made note at one time or another, surely.

"I reached beyond the world into the darkness and I found your spirit. I re-formed your body, and now I welcome your--" they cannot say your return this time! "--you, to my Lands."

...Ah. But now, what to do? Monzun often simply dropped the revived back in the nearest village that they seemed to be most likely descended from. With his pale skin and flower-shaded hair, he doesn't look like any of their people at all. They hadn't considered this.

Rezo has to mull their words over, which is a laborious process given his current state of overwhelm. On a purely physical level he'd much rather just keep burrowing into the creature's paws and let its purring drown out any thoughts, but both survival instincts and logical reasoning tell him it would be unwise to ignore a god.

If they don't know him, why go to the effort of reviving him? He fears this may have something to do with his connection to Lord Ruby Eye, but even as he thinks this he realizes...

He can't feel Lord Ruby Eye. Where once there had been a red presence, now he has a sense of emptiness.

Rezo slams the brakes on any attempt to even begin processing whatever feelings he has on that. An odd feeling doesn't prove anything. The Dark Lord can be a very subtle thing. He has survived being fragmented, sealed inside a soul for five thousand years, and being eviscerated with the raw power of the Sea of Chaos herself. Certainly, Lord Ruby Eye is more durable than Rezo, and Rezo's the one here and alive and-!

And he should probably address the reason for his being here.

"...What service do you require of me?" His tone is very careful, neither resentful nor fawning.

"Live here in peace," they first declare. Words they use by default, yet potentially most important; they don't know what era of godly war he may have come from. (His memories were perhaps skimmed more than read.)

They circle Sweetheart and their Temple, absently observing the people singing and chanting worship in their name between its spokes. There are less than there once needed to be, and a majority are children that are too old for the creche but too young for keeping the Villages functional. They take a moment to conjure some a rain of food for one, all dropping in a pile with a life-giving hiss and scurrying and no few childrens' giggles.

Monzun does not yet know what brought Rezo Greywords and not any other within their reach, though it may be mere coincidence. Still, information gathering is always for the better, along with knowing where to place him. "Tell me of the Land you came from and your role there."

Of all the answers Rezo could have predicted, the last one would have been something like that. He might have disrespected the god with an incredulous scoff if he weren't so confused. To live here in peace? He doesn't even know where 'here' is.

For a time, Rezo is silent. Perhaps it's because of the silence that he's able to hear distant drumbeats. Voices? It's jarring to realize there truly are other people out there, unaware that Rezo is here and in the grasp of a god. Are they living peaceful lives like Monzun claims to want for him?

Monzun speaks again, and Rezo finds the order oddly calming. Whether he passes or fails, it's still reassuring to have a test laid in front of him. It's a little like having a goal to hang onto. But how does he explain his role?

"I was... a priest of Flare Dragon Cepheid."

A poor one. And a vessel of Lord Ruby Eye.

"I traveled the Barrier Lands working as a healer in the name of the Gods."

Searching for greater and greater power.

"I was also a senior member of the Sorcerer's Guild, and I taught others of the different schools of magic I had learned."

It was a useful way to find and train underlings for the pursuit of my personal goals.

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i honestly have no idea if he's wearing clothes or not here.

let's go with naked. i don't think sweetheart will be too scandalized.

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