Craig
Vitalor was so much lesser than it once was, a thing of blood, matter, memory, and creation turned from a rolling tide of constantly shifting architecture from the memories of the souls that made up its nous into a cloud of blood desperately trying to keep its incoherence coherent as it formed bridges and walls out of the bloody mist that made it up, trying to tie itself together again and again as it drifted around and through the world tree's roots. As it did so it... Raved. 


**"WHERE ARE THEY. WHERE IS MY MATTER. WHERE ARE MY PEOPLE"**
...
**"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS MY ARCHITECTURE? WHERE IS IT?"**


Stuck in its repeating actions, a god of creation creating its own dementia. Its lands- elsewhere, the souls that nourished it through sacrifice absent. But where there was creation there was potential for something more, perhaps the god of blood just needed a reminder?
Penny
*Goddess of law and authority, was exploring different realms looking for inspiration for her own, as well as preparing the "Great plan". Second realm she visited was this unstable one. She looked around ik both amazed as disturbed look. She noticed a god panicking and asked:* "Hello deity. Who are you and is this your realm? What is it?"
Craig
The blood God settled down on one of the roots of the worldtree like a barnacle- desperately trying to create. Brick by brick it rose up, before inevitably collapsing back into itself and restarting the process. 

**"NO"**
**"NOT OF ME"**
**"I AM OF BLOOD AND MATTER AND BUILDINGS AND CREATION, THIS PLACE IS OF TREE AND SAP AND GODS AND..."**
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**"CREATION"**

It seemed to realize something in that, in connecting its own domains to that of the worldtree.
Penny
*Slightly confused by the other god rambling, but intrigued by them holding some interest in the tree* "You are forgetting most important artibute of the tree. Unity. All connected by it roots and all coming from it leaves. You lingered on the crestion- well the ultimate act of crestion I'd unification of the realms, like completing a puzzle, making the world complete."
Craig
**"NO!"**

The *Structure* That the god was forming under itself became more solid, the cloud of blood beginning to form a precipitate of concrete, forming into something more solid, something that would not collapse in on itself.

"**NO UNITY**"
**"MATTER IS TO CONNECT THE WORLD, OCEAN AND LAND AND SKY- NOT ROOTS, NOT WOOD NOT NOTHING"**
**"WE ARE NOT OF UNITY, THE MATTER IS GONE, WE WAR WE SQUABBLE WE FIGHT, THE WORLD IS BROKEN."**

From an insane cloud of blood into a sorta... Spiky looking cement... Pile, lacking the unity that would form it into a true tower and instead just a constantly shifting *Angry* Looking pile of architecture.
Penny
*Her face clearly showing that she became disturbed and slightly angered at that words, but she took a breath and calmy but with annoyed tone said:* "And land and sky and the world and ocean, what do you think that connect to? It connected to the roots. War ends with peace and what is broken must be fixed. Your creation would stay unharmed, just part of a bigger world. Indeed if you would join the task if unitit you could create the complete world, and all creation in existence would be under your jurisdiction!'
Craig
Something foundational cracked and turned to liquid, sending the growing tower tumbling over. Concrete turning back into globules of blood.

What was identifiably a telescope poked out from the liquid, becoming solid as it extended to look at the other god. The now liquid blood forming a small... Globe, the green shapes of continents separated by vast, blue oceans. A world in miniature held off the ground by veins.

**"I KNOW THE WORLD AS IT SHOULD BE"**
**"I KNOW THAT SOMEDAY I WILL REMAKE IT"**
**"I KNOW THAT IT IS THE PURPOSE OF OUR DIVINITY TO CREATE"**

The globe turned into a raindrop, instead of splashing onto the tree as liquid it started to form a true tower, expanding and replicating as it formed, three equilateral triangles facing inwards, made of constantly shifting methods of human shelter. From tribal tents to the alloy and glass of a possible far future.
Penny
*The goddess, now bearly paying attention to how the world forms and more to the words of the god. She still was slitglty angered by disrespect for unity, but now became much more intrigued and humble * "You want to remake the world? Don't you see, we have the same goal? You want to shape the world as it should be, while I want to pice the world together so it stops being broken...*She paused for a moment lost in thought, before taking a breath and trying to look as inviting as possible. Then she said:* Mabey if we worked together, the world would be as it should be! What do you say?"
Craig
The three triangles connected, forming a tier above themselves- the tower climbing higher.

**SHOW ME YOUR WORLD**
**SHOW ME YOUR IDEAL**
**SHOW ME YOUR DIVINITY**

**YOU SEEK TO CONNECT WHAT WAS BROKEN, REMAKE WHAT NEVER WAS, BRING RESTITUTION TO THE MISBEGOTTEN **

**AS IS RIGHT**
**AS IS YOUR RIGHT**

The tower broke its pattern of triplicates as it continued to rise, forming its second tier, a narrower structure stacked upon the first it was clear it had one more layer to form.
Penny
*Happy and proud upon hearing the words, goddess moved her hand up and around the deities appeared a hexagon. 

Out of the hexagon came a vision: the world tree. Araound the tree many realms appeared, but many of them clashed and dissapeared. Than, a new light was seen. As other realms observed it they also started to glow. 

And then they clashed again, but this time not with purpose of glory and gain, but of clashing together and becoming one. Soon, the realm was one and the world was one, and it was araound the tree. Out of the world gods emerged. They banished and took away essence of tractors, and the worthy ones set as the rulers of the realm, each in rule and lawkeepr of their own domain and each loyal to the obscured figure at the top of the tree.

 Years of prosperity passed, and after eaons gods gathered araound the tree, after which immidetly yhownar moved her arm down, and hexagon dissapeard, vision ending with it.*
Craig
**GODS ARE OF MANY THINGS** 
**WAR, CREATION, DEATH, LIFE, LIGHT, DARKNESS.**
**ABSOLUTES CAN NOT CLASH AND REMAIN WHOLE, GODS CAN NOT COMPETE ON DOMAINS**

**HARMONY IS IMPOSSIBLE**

The tower started to complete itself, halfway up a third tier it turned from architecture of life to that of war for a microsecond. Wooden palisades, crenellations, concrete bunkers, and shields of physical light made up its structure in that moment, before returning to its domesticity 

**A PANTHEON**
**A THRONE**
**A CREATION ON EVERY DOMAIN IN HARMONY**

The tower completed itself, having moved from this horrible, broken fragment into a whole, a complete self.

**A TOWER THAT STANDS ONLY BECAUSE IT LEANS ON ANOTHER IS NOTHING**
**MY WORLD IS __MY__ MEMORY**
**I WILL NOT SEE IT POLLUTED BY THE VISION OF ANOTHER**

The tone changed, from dogma to something both more and less pure. From the anchor of its godly soul into what made it an individual.

"*Yet,*"
"You seek to create in a world of strife, it is admirable, it is important, it is divine. Continue with this. Though to rely on the strength of another is to become lesser both i will support you in this plight."


The tower was a horrible splendor, impossibly massive and detailed. To observe a window on the tower was to view a fractal of the ages. An office window contained in its corner a sky scraper that was made of yurts and space elevators, continuing on to where even a gods perception could not find.
Penny
*She grew angered expresion but she sigh and callmed down. She spoke:* "You betreay your nature and nature of the world by rejecting unity. Divided everything will fade into void, together it will last. But you recognize divinity of the quest. Your mind and heart are in the right place, you just need to grow into it. We'll meet again one day, i can feel it." *She sighs once more and prepares to leave the realm*
Craig
The tower of ever shifting blood sat there, silently judging the other god as it left. 

What type of deity would eventually fail to create?