Edwin
Metamorphosis.

A seed in a mother, most gods were on a mission to live and die. Xantara always wondered why she was always so serious about seeing other goods being born. After all, Xantara was the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood. It reminded her of her own birth. Merging cells and flesh he was baby-building, all of his insides. The woman stared at the vapor and she smiled. It was always so beautiful when gods were born when they finally decided to make their memories evolve.

In the womb, he was let out, cutting the cord, and landing on the water. Through it, her mother Gaia was birthing. Merging spirit, mind, and body, building all of his insides, and getting ready for his future.

Conversations in the cosmos were over, and now Dhehstus was staring at his reflection. The goddess of love, Xantara a very beautiful being with pink skin and four eyes. Big butterfly wings, approached the newborn brother of her kind. Xantara could also be called, the chillest goddess since she doesn't even pay attention to red flags. She just... Exists.

Finally, as she flew towards him, she was ready to let her brother join them. Or well introduce herself. She opened her wings, and as her slim and short figure stared at him, she instantly radiated a motherly aura, a warm and soft energy.

"Welcome brother, I am more than joyous for your arrival." Said the woman with a pretty voice. She was wearing a green dress covered with mushrooms and nature-like elements. And many butterflies were following her around. She smiled right to his face, as she watched the puddle.

"I see you found yourself, and you are indeed very beautiful." Xantara was not one to receive compliments, in fact, she gave them. She always spoke her truth, he used all of his words for a quick game. Xantara spoke in cursive, poignant, and assertive as if there were musical chairs in her teeth.

She was calm and ethereal. She flicked her wings as she spoke once again.

"My name is Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood. What are you called? My dear brother?" The love being or the so-called nymph introduced herself. She was not fiction, no fae, she wasn't going to make his wounds today, she was not crazy, she was not wild.

She would not suffer, or cry under covers. She was... Something like his mother more of the manic pixie older sister.
Marlon
The voices in his head kept chatting to him, and he chatted back. Until there was a new voice, a different voice. *Not your voice.* One of the voices said. "Not one of my voices." He echoed as he turned to see in front of him a strange, yet beautiful looking woman. Not in a romantic way, but something different. Something unfamiliar. *You're crazy* One of the voices said. Dhehstus couldn't help but chuckle. 

He couldn't help but smile at the woman's kind words. The vapor seemed to dissapate from the bottom half of his face when he smiled, revealing bright white teeth. The upper half remained covered with the swirling vapor, making it appear as if the vapor came from his eyes. And despite his tattered rags and cloak, he had a rather clean appearance. His nails were clean, he didn't stink, and he had finely toned muscles.

Her voice sent shivers down his spine and seemed to sooth the overwhelming voices in his head. It was a warmth he lacked in those dark rooms...

*The sounds of someone scratching the concrete walls...
Rats screaming as a starving woman eats it alive.
The dark void that becomes your mind...
The smell of rotting bodies..
Glimpses of men with knives and other eyrie looking weapons, holding it over your still body.*

He snapped himself out of it, focusing on her voice. *She asked you something.*. A voice said. "What am I?" He wondered out loud. "What am I called?" 

*You're a god.* One voice said. *You're insane.* Another said. *No, you're Dhehstus.*

"I got it! I'm Dhehstus, God of the Insane and mentally unwell!" He nodded eagerly. Pleased with his conclusion. "Yep. That sounds right."
Edwin
Right away he was tossing his dirty shoes in her washing machine heart. Her four eyes analyzed him with care. She got closer as she heard him gently. Another creature created from nothing. Was a god filled with essence or did essence not exist at all? As the vapor dissipated, the woman fixed her green dress.

He was still covered with vapor, the vapor coming from his eyes. She was glad she was the first one here. Xantara placed a hand on his cheek, just to analyze him. With a smile, the goddess of motherhood stared at him directly with her sweet demeanor. Her hand was cold. Yet it was a gentle cold. 

Her green eyes shined gently, and as she analyzed his body, she couldn't hear the voices in his head, but at least she could be silent enough to let him think. She was very short and skinny, and her butterfly-like wings were open and gently moving, opening once in a while to show how clear and silky they were.

Finally, he introduced himself after his internal monologue. She looked at him as if he was her own son. Son of the heart, she caressed his cheek.

"Shush your gentle crying. I will always stand by your side, and never again might you be hurt." She looked at him. "Your light-filled eyes... Crying shall not fill your eyes with fog. Dhehstus, it is great to meet you." She hummed gently as she flickered her wings with happiness.

"You are the son of Gaia. My brother." She said, smiling. "Son, my beloved brother, I wouldn't mind suffering, like a sun, you will give me light and warmth in my life." She said, as she stopped caressing his cheek, and backed up. She was indeed a happy mother. For a moment she remembered when someone actually loved her. She felt so happy, all of those times they had spent together, it was... Gentle as she always dried her children's tears and shared their happiness with them.

From season to season, between them there was a bond, only her and her children, like it was supposed to be. And if she was alone, her babies would be by her side.

That is how it was supposed to be. But time passed, just like her. Her creations seemingly forgot her. She was alone now. Sometimes she could hear their voices praying towards her. Xantara faced Dhehstus, She had found him, she gently held him, and smiled at him. She loved everyone unconditionally. When somebody loved her... She was happy. They spent their nights and dawns full of hunger, navigating a world that changed every few moments.

"I would love for you to tell me your ideas brother."

They shall leave and create their own future. They were like two birds. One tried to fly away and the other watched him close from where she was standing. She wanted to see his future.

"I will believe it all, there's nothing I won't understand." She said. The goddess of love was compassionate, loving, and motherly. She was going to take care of those who needed her.
Marlon
As she spoke, the voices seemed to fade away. It was as if a mothers love was the cure to his insanity. Or, maybe, at the very least, it was enough to calm the insanity. For the first time since his rebirth, the voices weren't talking. He felt... Okay. 

The vapor seemed to react to the woman's touch, revealing his full face. His eyes were a sharp, beautiful blue. And yet, they had an emptiness to them. Like looking into a black void, if the void was empty. He still smiled, but it was more gentle. He had a narrow face, with a medium sized nose and thin lips. The vapor remained on his head, acting in replacement of his hair. 

Her soothing words... His empty eyes couldn't help but suddenly be filled with the slightest of tears. The empty void of his eyes now swimming like the deep, dark, depths of an ocean. The voices in his head slept peacefully, and with it came peace of mind. Everything felt like it would be okay. 

As the butterfly woman stepped back, the voices seemed to return. And with it, the vapor. As if returning to hide his face. And with it, they had their own answers to the goddess' questions. 

*A safe place.* One said *Encourage insanity* Another said. *Cure us.* The voices stacked upon one another, causing him to grip his head, as if holding back a migraine. He took a deep breath. "I..." He hesitated. The vapor seemed to swirl around him more, and became thick like fog. Within the fog, it seemed as if distant cries of mercy, sobs, and even laughter came from within. 

"A realm for the mentally unwell. A safe place for their minds to wander. I will embrace their insanity and pain, so that they won't have to." He said. "Their mortal bodies shall not feel the pain that their souls and heart bring forth." 

He felt reassurance at his own answer. This was his purpose.
Edwin
,The woman stared at him with her big four eyes. She was beautiful, perfection at every angle. The true form of a woman, the real form of perfection. Her eyes stared at him with love. When she saw his full face, she placed her hand once again on his cheek, lovingly. He was so beautiful, She looked at his hair, and she just brushed the vapor with her palm. Her touch was gentle. Her heart was soft and warm, and she was just nice.

She gently listened to him. As he gripped his head, Xantara didn't force himself on him, she just allowed him to do his thing. Xantara was getting older... She was growing and maturing very fast, and she happily enjoyed it after all, being a mother was her dream. He took a deep breath and allowed him to speak.

She didn't know what to do without her children, she didn't know where to put her hands. Xantara has been trying to rest, but she was unable to rest. She didn't need the world to see that she had been the best she could be. She listened to him with a gentle smile.

"That sounds... So brave and lovely my child." She said gently, walking closer as her ethereal being caressed now his shoulders. She missed her real babies more than anything. Her heart was banging up inside. Xantara looked at him, allowing him to toss her problems in her heart. She would help him, even if they broke her heart once again.

"You are so amazing." She knew who she pretended he was. The goddess of love opened her arms to give him a gentle hug. Her skin was soft and warm, yet scaly like a snake. She was cutting her deal, chemically calm. She was meant to be happy in front of her 'child'. 

"Your purpose is so brave and filled with love... I totally would love to let you grow and create, that realm you are so eager for..." Xantara knew what newborn gods wanted to be and wanted to be, they were like a self-fulfilled prophecy. They had a one-track mind, a one-track heart, and sometimes they failed and broke down.

Yet they would have to pick themselves up to avoid that.

Xantara was a woman who would never feed anyone who bit her. She wasn't going to be mistreated, it took her way too long to put that to bed, but loving her was lethal, and sometimes others might call her evil for that. But she wasn't, she was someone who loved too much and sometimes she used to love too much as well. 

Her heart was way too big to let people suffer... Blue stars running down her forehead, mushrooms all over her dress. He was going crazy every day, but Xantara really wanted to stay. She knew ways to let them lose his head... If he wanted to run with the magic...

The air was filled with her pheromones, blue stars falling down the upper branches. Some might say that there were whispers that said.

"Somewhere on Venus they are searching for me, while I am covered with mud from the earth and the sea. I keep leaning toward dying in all of my dreams..." She said. "That's what the stars say."