Patricia
Once Lyndor voiced his support, the deal was as good as done. Majesty accepted his hand with a wordless smile, and through her firm grip the God of Creation would experience an immense flow of sensory input passing from the Archfiend into him. All of a sudden, he could *Feel* Her essence reaching up towards the sky, and the relentless thrust of her steely intent behind it all. The way her power reached outward like countless grasping tendrils, to influence all within their reach and nudge it in line with her own desires.

At this moment, her desire was mainly to ensure people kept to the stated fucking agreement, which was more than a little difficult when half these children kept tossing around their divine power in attempts at petty insult and overt influence. Nach and Silly would often pull pranks at events like this, but their charming antics never quite crossed the line of disrespect. Xanthous, on the other hand, stumbled over it with boorish abandon, and earned a dismissive eye-roll from Majesty as she pinpointed the flow of his power and wiped out most of his pacifiers before they even materialized. She didn't even bother answering his moronic question about heat: every god in the room with half a brain could tell that his concerns were completely unfounded. *Oh yes, we were just about to set the brightness at such an intensity that everything would light on fire! How wise of you to warn us of our imminent mistake, you absolute imbecile.*

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Triticea's Granum needed to be steered towards her star, conceptually linked with it to tie their effects together. A nod of agreement to Onesifi indicated her assent, and she sketched out the beginnings of a keyhole in their steadily forming system of stellar movement. More tendrils of awareness probed Rav'nixander's guide-stars for any sign of undue bias or influence. "These are acceptable," She told the tiny crystal, in a firm but distant tone of voice. She still had so much more to focus on: the rate and accuracy of stellar movement, degrees of brightness, checking the stellar lens system and adding her own support to it. All more than she could possibly accomplish on her own, but with luck the other deities would pull their weight. That was largely why she'd shared so much with Lyndor: so long as he knew what she was doing, he could coordinate and work around her without having to worry about stepping on the Archfiend's toes.

Only once she was sure everything was running more or less smoothly did she finally turn her attention to her own set of stars, three for her demigods and one for herself. A bright golden pinprick for Celestine, a dull blood-red teardrop for the Unyielding and an ominous orange-black cinder to mark the presence of Fiamma. Each one was a spectacular work in and of itself, but all would soon be dwarfed by the fearsome light of Majesty's personal celestial body.

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**The Demon Star** Manifested itself as a baleful eye in the heavens, an orange-red iris surrounding a slit-like pupil of purest obsidian. A sign to all mortals that she was above them, watching—and that wasn't even getting to the fun part. The Archfiend had already tied her demiplane to the mortal world in the previous ritual, and now she widened that connection by linking its power to her star: so long as its light shone directly on a mortal realm, small numbers of demons would spontaneously manifest there and roam the land in bloodthirsty, hedonistic packs. If the ever-present symbol of the Tyrant didn't put the fear of her into all the worlds, then her hellish servants would likely finish the job.
Carl
As Majesty focused on her stars, Lyndor's attention was pulled toward his own creations. The celestial canvas beckoned him, and with Majesty's guidance still resonating within him, he felt a newfound confidence in his abilities as a god of creation. He stepped forward, positioning himself in the perfect spot to bring his vision to life.

Drawing upon the essence of his domain, Lyndor's hands glowed with a soft, radiant light. He reached up towards the sky, and with a flourish of his fingers, he began to shape his first star. A brilliant sapphire-blue sphere took form, shimmering with an ethereal glow. This star represented his own domain of creation and was a symbol of the limitless possibilities that lay before all mortals.

With the first star completed, Lyndor moved on to his second creation. This one was smaller but no less magnificent. It glowed with a warm amber hue, radiating a sense of stability and strength. This star represented the divine connection between the gods and their demigod children, a beacon of guidance and inspiration.

Finally, Lyndor focused his attention on his last star. This one was unique, for it was not a singular point of light but a series of interconnected points, forming a constellation. Lyndor had always been fascinated by constellations, and now he had the opportunity to create one of his own. With careful precision, he shaped the points of light into a majestic stag, its antlers reaching across the heavens.

"This constellation shall be known as 'The Stag's Embrace,'" Lyndor announced proudly. "A symbol of the cycle of life, of growth, and the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. May it inspire mortals to seek understanding and enlightenment in the world around them."

"This constellation shall be known as 'The Stag's Embrace,'" Lyndor announced proudly. "A symbol of the cycle of life, of growth, and the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. May it inspire mortals to seek understanding and enlightenment in the world around them."

As he completed his work, the three stars shone brightly in the night sky, adding their brilliance to the celestial tapestry that had been woven by the collective efforts of the gods. Lyndor stepped back, a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction washing over him. He had contributed to something greater than himself, something that would endure for eternity.

His eyes turned to Majesty, who was now overseeing the final adjustments to the stellar movements. He was grateful for her guidance and support throughout the entire process. Without her, the Starlight Ritual would not have been as successful as it was.

"Thank you, Majesty," Lyndor said sincerely. "Your collaboration has made this ritual a true masterpiece."
Todd
Whatever was happening, Vaias didn't really care anymore. Really, he agreed with Triticea- this was taking much too long. It didn't matter too much to him, even though he did find himself agreeing with the notion of a single sun and a single moon. It would make for order, a predictable pattern. A pattern that could be known and studied easily- sure, Vaias wouldn't mind having to study an intricate, elaborate pattern, but mortals tended to be less intelligent than his own divine mind.

But, whatever. If the others preferred their many suns or stars or whatever they were calling it- that was fine. If they were made into patterns, that actually might be even better than having only a single sun. Patterns, even- or especially- ones that shifted, could be mapped out, studied, observed.

Vaias read the newly created scroll that Majesty had written. Nodding along, he stepped forward, ready to begin.

Ah, but wait. He was only a mere fragment of his full self, at this moment. There were a handful of others scattered around the mortal world, each as powerful as this one. If he tried to participate in the ritual now, it would have no effect- especially not considering how many other deities would likely be giving it their all.

The god drew most of his being together, though still leaving the smaller fragments to their explorations. He didn't need all of his power for a simple ritual; a bit more than half would be plenty.

**"I am ready,"** He finally spoke, stepping toward the center of the open ceiling.

Suddenly, his appearance was no longer a mix between man and owl. Instead, a massive book, taller and thicker than many of the gods, floated just above the ground. The book opened itself, and letters flew off the pages.

The letters combined into words, words spelled out sentences, sentences formed stories. Before they could be read, they flew up, beginning to shine as they shot up into the night sky.

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There, they merged with Vaias' star. From this moment onward, any mortal who saw the light of this star would find themselves able to remember more than they had before. Dreams, trivia, facts- they would remember the truth, that which they had already known but which had been lost for one reason or another.
Wiley
Ichtaca finally stood up after watching his siblings commit their power to some form of stellar contribution. He decided that he should probably give his part now.

With a mere thought, Ichtaca harnessed the power of creation, drawing upon the celestial essence that flowed within himself. Rays of celestial light emanated from his divine form, cascading like a celestial waterfall, and ignited the cosmic dust that permeated the void. From the very fabric of the cosmos, Ichtaca sculpted two stars, each one a unique expression of their divine vision.

As each star took shape, Ichtaca breathed life into them, bestowing upon them a purpose that transcended the boundaries of the heavens. The stars were not merely beacons of light, but living entities, vessels of divine energy that would inspire, guide, and connect the mortal realms to the mysteries of the cosmos.

With gentle caresses, Ichtaca named each star, whispering their divine appellations into the vastness of the void. "Tlanextli," As he called one, the radiant star of illumination, was adorned with the essence of wisdom and knowledge, a beacon that would guide mortals towards enlightenment and understanding.

"Yohua," As he called its enigmatic twin, was imbued with the allure of secrets and shadows, a mesmerizing entity that would awaken curiosity and introspection within those who gazed upon its splendor. Together, Tlanextli and Yohua embodied the duality of existence, a celestial dance that mirrored the ebb and flow of life.

As the twin stars began to orbit across the night sky, their unique power would touch the lives of mortals. Whenever Tlanextli graced the heavens above a realm, a sense of curiosity and enlightenment would awaken within the inhabitants. Scholars would delve into their studies, seeking answers to age-old questions, while artists would draw inspiration from the star's radiance, creating masterpieces that captured the essence of the divine.

Conversely, when Yohua took its place in the night sky, mortals would feel an irresistible pull towards introspection and self-reflection. The mysteries of life would call to them, urging them to explore the depths of their emotions and seek the wisdom hidden within the shadows. Those who embraced Yohua's influence found profound transformations and newfound strength within themselves.
The twin stars' presence also fostered a unique balance within the mortal realms. The harmony of Tlanextli and Yohua intertwined like an eternal dance, reminding mortals that light could not exist without darkness, and vice versa. The duality they represented became a symbol of the ever-changing nature of existence, a reminder that life's journey was a delicate equilibrium between illumination and mystery.

After finishing his creation, Ichtaca returned to his seat, without saying a word. He was proud of his creation, but to anyone else, he would seem indifferent. He was not going to comment, nor express any emotion at the event. He simply returned to his facade of being an enigma, and he would remain there unless something changed.
Eva
*Their celestial accord was... Acceptable, if not by all then at least by our Nach.*

*There were however a few sour notes, the greatest among which being that the necessary penance wasn't paid in full. But instead these Others relegated the requisitioned auroras as a mere fixture of our Nach's star, and not a fundamental aspect of their celestial canvas. Descending to the depths of Majesty's pocket, which were in truth quite shallow, our Nach may at first appear dejected by this outcome. Obscured within another's pocket, and that fuzzy blanket of hers. But in truth, this outcome yielded spectacular opportunities.* 

"Ehehehehee~!" *There amidst their cover, a muffled mayhem rustling within.* "Victory~! Vic-Vic-Victory~!"

*An incessant chittering crept through the air and whispered such terrible things to that celestial canvas, upon which gods and their divine imagery adorn. They spoke of all the pretty little colours, they spoke of all whimsical wonders, they spoke of what's past, what's present, and what's pending. They spoke of the Nachening, and how deep its roots were embedded! So deep were they, that the heavens were in their grasp. Our Nach's terrible touch was felt upon the fabric of reality once again, and so thus stars quivered.*

*A puncture pierced that stygian sky, where once Ica bloomed another blossoming snowflake took its place. Her star a stark reminder of her father's legacy, an ethereal beauty which shone like a cool winter's night. But Yvera's star was neither dainty decoration or a memorial of a dead god, but a promise of things to come.*

*It's awfully apt that the **Peeper** Should succeed it, a crystalline eye which shone the aurora's pretty little colours, a piece to accompany our Nach's grand nachinations. For now however, it did as promised and manifested bright traversable auroras to dance upon their celestial canvas.*
James
*Finally.* The negotiations were over. Now came the fun part. Bea began her work, expanding her awareness beyond the base of the World Tree up to the heavens where spheres of light burst into existence as the others formed their creations.

She did not wish for something bright and intense, though she was still fond of her disco-sun idea. If every star was grand and dominating, then the sky would become tacky with stars all fighting for attention. Bea would go with something subtle, yet hard to ignore once one realizes its presence and the effects it had when in focus.

Her eyes brightened as she wove her divine power into a glimmering star of pastel blues and purples. She had no demigods for which to make extra and for a moment, she wished she had an excuse to continue creating, but her longing passed quickly and she was content to let her star shine alone for the time being.

Like that, the **Mind's Eye** Was brought into existence. It cast a soft, comforting light. And unto those caught in its rays, awareness was granted. A vague awareness of their peers and the emotions that ruled them. And to those empathetic practitioners of Mind Magic, their abilities were boosted and their grip on the innerworkings of their peers intensified.
Charlotte
Though to TSU with all so many siblings around, she really, really wanted to just ask what everyone thought of her now that those bickering selfs were asleep, but maybe now was time to 'showcase' as everyone else is? She thought for a bit, thinking of her sky, the dust that filled it... Oo~ maybe something like that but shiny? Oo~ or maybe something less scattered...

She manifested in field an array of clustered lights, though first, in the palm of her hand, they were a bit hard to distinguish in sight. As she expanded the light from herself, it came to be something like that of the aurora Nach had suggested, yet also her own. They arranged in a pattern almost that of dust in a pool. They weren't particularly bright, but surely one could see them from afar.