Geraldine
I'm your sibling? Were quite different you know? Rehabaku laughed, a painful smile arching across her face ... Deep in thought . So are you death sir? Is this your comically cruel afterlife to torture me? I have siblings? Why haven't you come for them first... Instead of meeting the first fruit on the vine? I know I can't escape you , or fight you, death and decay will always come for us all eventually. I fear death as much as the next person , but their is a love to it. With decay comes the melting of the mine, the loss of fear and struggle. It's inescapable, and I must embrace realities ... But why now... My brain is grappling with the crippling anxiety of a thousand worlds and places , wrestling with self hate and self loathing that threatens to consume me. 

As she was twiddling and fiddling with the hair is length became longer and longer, though she was unaware of it, though she had stopped crying. The form was unerving, but not in a bad way. She had little fear for whatever that thing was, though their was a little tingle in the mind that persisted.
Shannon
So this was one who accepted death. Welcomed it, even. Revulsion crawled along the beast's spine, its rotten form bristling, hackles raising. To be given such a gift. *Life. Power. A world all their own to make do with.* And to just throw it away at the first chance she got. No drive. No will. No ambition. She was... *Pathetic. Worthless. The lowest of the low.* Worse than even the insects beneath its feet, driven only by baser instincts to live. To thrive. To reproduce. Barely even worthy of being a scrap between its teeth. Not even worthy of the effort it had been ready to put in to hunt her.

*... I am not... A god of... Death...* Its words were laced with a hateful venom that scorched the bark around them for a moment, fraying that hair she had been twisting in her fingers. *... I am merely... A god who... Brings death...* Finally, the beast's body moved, rising jerkily, like a damaged puppet, back to its feet. The dirt that now made up its form whispered as it tumbled end over end, flowing to the base of its being, and then back up. An eternal river of decay. *... You... Who fears... And frets... And begs for nothingness... To finally claim you...* In contrast to the impassioned hate it felt earlier, its anger was now cold, cruel. *... You... Are not worthy... Of the gifts... Bestowed upon you...* Its icy words brought a wintery wind with them, Nehebkau's breath now fully visible. *... Yet neither... Are you worthy... Of the effort... Needed... To end you...*

*... Know your place... Creature unworthy... Of being called... A god... And let yourself... Be claimed... By the void you desire... Show me... Through death... The ambition you lacked... In life...*
Geraldine
I find your illusions delude me .... I am no god ... God I don't know what I am . I have no purpose, Maybe you are lucky, but there is no purpose bestowed upon me upon creation. You may know Your goal on gias inception of you .. . But I am not so fortunate. I am without memory , without destination. I feel fear and yet I feel calmness ... I am a paradox. Sure I am not worthy of the body I have been given , I am not worthy of the branches I walk under. But I have been given my mind , and my body, and as long as the body can adhere to the will of my mind il be ok... 


Rehabaku began to laugh , her tears unending, her hands moving forward to the sight of her eyes. The hair she twirled in the air lengthening and twisting, lashing into a whip like shape.

I don't know my purpose, the ambitions of my mind... But I will come for you when I am ready... I will come back and fight you as a equal good sir, and I will part oceans and branches of this great holy tree with the struggles of you running away
Shannon
No words were said. None needed to be spoken. The beast had already laid out its judgment. Now was time for the execution. Its skeletal jaw unhinged, bearing blackened and broken teeth and, with a lurching movement, it lunged. Its skull closed, *Crunching* Over empty air, finding no purchase in the deity that had been so still up until a moment ago. An anticlimax overturned. The will to live revived. The beast's head *Cracked* To the side, empty socket staring hatefully at its prey, catching her balance after jumping a few steps back.

*Ah... So scraps... Of the fear... Of nonexistence... Still linger within...* It hissed with a tone that sounded of rot, of decay. The Unending staggered forward, its unsteady steps bringing it swiftly closer to Nehebkau. She hefted her whip bravely, *Foolishly* Facing it down. She still did not have a grasp of her power, but that didn't mean she couldn't *Direct* It, even haphazardly. *... That makes your death...* The whip struck true, severing one of the beast's legs cleanly. Dirt and dust exploded off of its body, the limb starting to fall to the wayside. *... Less unsatisfying...* 

Its severed arm lifted as though it had never been separated in the first place. That disembodied hand lashed out, a veritable wave of debris *Slamming* Against Nehebkau, sending the smaller god sailing. Off the branch, across the void, and onto a neighboring bough. The deity shook, arms under her as though she were trying to climb to her feet, but it would not give her respite. The beast's malleable body flowed into the palm of its clawed hand, coalescing into an orb of pure rot, a fragment of itself within. A foul missile it hurled with deadly precision. Detritus crashed against the fear deity. Rancid, burning muck showered over the fear deity as she was sent sprawling again. Back on the other branch, the beast scattered its body, disappearing like dust in the wind. But it wasn't a retreat, or a respite.

*... If you **Truly...** Fear death...* Clawed hands exploded out of the dirt, grabbing hold of both of the lesser deity's arms before she could scramble her way back up. *... Then show me...* From the scattered detritus, a deer skull rose. Rattling antlers first, and then bleached bone, and soon the rest of its body followed suit, fashioned from the bark of the world tree *... Fight for your life... With that divine power... You claim to lack...*