Amanda
*Upon a particularly high branch of the tree, there was a fruit that had been growing for some time. It was berry-like in shape, starting out quite small, and being pale, with a light touch of purple to its color. Over time, though, it had grown, and began to become disgustingly deformed. It became a deeper shade of purple, began to grow what could only be described as pulsating veins on it, and became malformed in shape, as if it has become rotten.*

*Then, suddenly, after it has become very large, to the point where it was larger than the average human, it began to shake and pulsate violently, almost writhing in pain, until its connection to the tree snapped completely, and it fell down to the surface of a lower branch, a thick crack happening upon impact. From there, a being from within the fruit easily broke open the rotted flesh, before pushing his body through the hole that had been made and standing up, leaving the shriveled remains of the fruit on the ground below him.*

*Kathartos. He immediately knew that this was what he was called, though he remembered another name too. Strange... He had felt as though there was something that he was scared of, some undefeatable terror that he was trying to escape from... But now the feeling had vanished in his rebirth, and he felt a strange sense of happiness; indeed, he knew that he had been successful. He had escaped.*

*He bore a calm smiled and began to look around. Strangely, contrary to the appearance of the fruit he had come from, he appeared almost perfect, being completely clean, not even the smallest amount of debris on his body. He began to slowly walk towards the edge of the branch, curiously looking around at his surroundings... They seemed both unknown and familiar at the same time.*
Cody
The newly born god would see nothing but themselves and the great Gaia tree at first... Then from the darkness, a wild and widened smile could be seen. A full set of razor teeth flashing and glitching with nothing but the void as their background until a dark smoke began to appear originating from the gaps between the maws teeth. 

The smoke billowed downwards and around until it began to solidify and take shape, the shape of a woman. One leg exposed through the slit on her black dress, a long sleeve baggy shirt and sleeves, with a hood extending from her clavicles. The upper half of her face was not visible, nor would it be for it was cloaked in an ever shadow so long as her hood stayed up. 

Quickly she approached the new god, seemingly glitching or blinking from spot to spot until she stood just in front of the newly formed diety, extending her slender fingers and black dagger like nails to touch under the newly formed deities chin as if examining then to get a good look. 

"Why hello hello hellooooo newest sibling! Do tell me... What do you stand for? I am your sister Sinrael, though my name does not matter. I am Fear incarnate, discord and strife embodied. But do tell me what you are!" She gave a wicked chuckle, tilting her own head a little bit. 

"So fresh... So... Undiscovered..." She would say as she leaned in close to the other gods face and inhaled deeply of their emotions and essence, gathering a mere taste of what they were feeling. 

"Curiosity... And relief from persecution... How apt." Sinrael leaned away again and smiled still. Her aura was simply... Erratic. She radiated the energies of discord, always manic and moving. Her energy was the same as a woman running from a rapist in an ally, yet it was also the same as a man worried his wife was cheating... This woman's aura was as if every fear in existence surged through her and pulsated like blood. 

"Well little one?"
Amanda
Strange... The woman that had appeared before Kathartos caused a strange mix of feelings to rise up in him- firstly, slight fear at the sudden appearance, and then a mix of emotions, quick in succession, parts of memories that had occurred somewhere else. First, sadness, then warmth and trust, and then, very strong feelings of violation, pain, fear, strangely interspersed with feelings of love, before the emotions quickly fled as soon as they had arrived.

Kathartos, lost in memories returning, paused for just a moment before a smile crossed his face. It was somewhat strange and uncanny; not necessarily the type of smile that one finds themselves to have when they are happy, but rather, one that signaled a strange, unidentifiable mix of emotions. "Hello..." He uttered in a soft, friendly voice. It was at this moment that his emotions became harder to read... What were once easily identifiable, pure emotions that could be gleamed from his face and aura were now much more guarded, with both eyes and an expression that portrayed nothing but what he was: *Corruption*.

"I apologize... I should introduce myself..." Kathartos began, taking a small step towards Sinrael so that they were even closer. "My name... Is Kathartos... I am..." He paused for a small moment, as if waiting for the words to come for him on their own. "Purity. And... Corruption." His demeanor became very inviting, with him maintaining eye contact with Sinrael and clasping his hands behind his back. This aura she gave off... It was hard to describe, but it seemed to contradict itself, as it was both pleasurable and off-putting. At the very least, Kathartos enjoyed this goddess' presence, he was certain of that. "And... Could I have your name, by chance...?"
Cody
The Goddess Sinrael watched with keen interest as this gods emotions shifted from memory to memory, phasing through seemingly to find whichever feeling they desired to feel in that moment. Her head tilted a bit as they gave their domain. He asked for her name, which Sinrael found odd. 

"Are you daft or deaf, little sibling?" Her left hand went to her own face, her teeth gnawing on the tip of her fingers a little bit in between words and sentences. 

"I am Sinrael, as I just said a moment ago. Perhaps you were lost in daydreams..." Sinrael inhaled deeply of the air again and tilted her head back in satisfaction as soon as her new brother began to radiate an aura that spoke of his domain. She floated to behind him, placing her hand on one of his shoulders as she inhaled again. 

"You wreak of corruption, as you said... Corruption and Purity it seems... Let... Me... Think..." Leaning onto the gods shoulder for a moment, she tapped the side of her head and floated her way to infront of him again, her dress and lower half trailing with her like a cloud of black smoke and smog. 

"Corruption... Well... A desire to corrupt comes from insecurities... A want to make others feel lesser than yourself. More wrong... More wicked... It stems from guilt, or sadism. Perhaps both! Now on the other hand..." She extended her right hand and left hand as if weighing a heart and feather on scales. "A corrupt being themselves is... Damaged, broken, often times pushed to the edge. Most anyhow. Sometimes, corruption isn't negative... Sometimes it's just making something the opposite of what it's supposed to be!" She spoke with speed and erratic changes in tone and voice, range and pitch. Sometimes a raspy dryness and cackle, others soft and silky like whispering winds. 

"Tell me, oh Kathartos... What will you do when you meet something you cannot corrupt or purify?"
Amanda
"Something that I cannot corrupt or purify...?" Kathartos' smile faded slightly, as he thought on this. It was a difficult question, given that he had just been born, and so he looked downwards to think about it. "Well, it's quite simple... If it so happens that a person is incorruptible, then the only logical conclusion is that they are already corrupt themselves, and if it is impossible to purify a person, then they are already pure. Both purity and corruption are fragile, and one turning to the other is inevitable. It may take a long time, and I may have to speed it up, but one will always sway to the other, like a pendulum, until an eventual equilibrium is reached. So... No action would be necessary."

Kathartos looked up again, satisfied with his answer. It wasn't *Just* An answer, either; as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew them to be the truth. "You said you rule over, um... Fear, was it? Apologies, given my condition, my attention lapsed when you first spoke..." Kathartos' soft and friendly tone remained, totally unwavering. He honestly seemed quite joyed to be having the conversation. "I think that fear is quite interesting. It is usually irrational- people either fear what they cannot change or what is unlikely to occur. People fear corruption, for example, even though it is natural and unavoidable."

"Hmmm..." A question popped up in Kathartos' mind, prompting him to smile slightly mischievously and ask, "I am curious... Is there anything that *You* Fear...?" He did not intend to prod at her mind, but rather, he was genuinely curious... Would a god, one who is effectively all-powerful with the ability to create as they please with little to no chance of death, have any fears...?
Cody
The Goddess listened to his answer and tilted her head yet again. She was satisfied with his answer for the most part but as he began to mention her rule over fear, she gave a chuckle. A maddened chuckle, but a simple chuckle none the less. 

"I rule over fear, discord and strife. But as to your question... The answer is yes and no." Her hands conjured a solid black mirror infront of her, grabbing it by its silver handle and observing something on the black glass that seemed to play. 

"I consider us Gods embodiments of what we are. I am Fear and all it entails. I feel... Every single fear that exists. I am constantly betrayed by paranoia, distrusts, insecurities and all of fears various forms. Now... That would sound dreadful to some but... Eventually, you learn to love each fear. Each bit of weakness, you turn to strength. My embodying fear itself is part of the reason I know the emotions that lie inside of others so so well." She gave another laugh and gestured to her newfound brother. 

"How about you? Do you despise that feeling of corruption inside you, does your purity wish to purge it from your self or... Do you find strength in the ever permeating turmoil and conflict as I do?"
Amanda
"It's strange..." Kathartos crossed his arms and tilted his head, as if in deep consideration about what was said. "I have mixed feelings towards both corruption and purity. The corruption I find within myself... I find it to be both disgusting and beautiful. And, towards the purity in my heart, I feel much the same... That it is both admirable and repulsive." Confusion filled his face... It was clear that he did not fully understand himself yet, despite his apparent thorough understanding of purity and corruption in others.

He turned his head slightly towards the tree, giving it a bit of a suspicious side eye. Was he really birthed this way rightfully, or was his creation here in and of itself a symptom of the trees' own corruption? It was possible, given what he understood; after all, *Everything* Was capable of corruption, so even the tree should be... Right? His certainty wavered.

After Kathartos' momentary pause for reflection, his face turned again, and he now looked at the sky. "I feel that, in any case, I must experiment. To truly understand my own feelings on it... It must be manifested." His tone grew happy again, the thing sthat he could create filling into his mind. He was ready to begin manifesting it... To begin manifesting his dreams.

"Sinrael... This is just my intuition, but it seems that you have already reached equilibrium between purity and corruption, haven't you? I feel I must go and bring others to that equilibrium... And that it is not just a duty, but my purpose. However... You are very interesting. I'd like to meet again for some fun... After all, I'd argue that fear and corruption are inherently connected."
Cody
The Wicked smile of Sinrael grew wider as the little brother spoke. She poofed into a cloud of smoke that dispersed only to reappear right behind him again, a chuckle leaving her lips as she spoke acting as a sort of background noise to her words. 

"Gooooood... Embrace the beauty in your beast. Revel in your wretchedness. Love all that is wrong with you... And then go experiment." She floated her way to beside him, resting her elbow on his shoulder again and leaning her head onto her elbow. 

"And yes... Equilibrium, in a way. I am not in between pure and corrupt... I am on both ends of the extremes at the same time. I am one hundred percent pure Me, but I am what most would call corrupted. Perception and belief is a tricky thing... Just be sure to have fun!" And with that she stepped away from him, vanishing into the void and back to her demiplane, a little business card being left on his shoulder. 

"Should you ever need me, find the Phobatorium." Is what the card said.
Amanda
Kathartos stood for a moment afterwards and took the business card into his hand and read it. He wasn't exactly sure what the Phobatorium was, but he had a feeling that he would remember that... It was the first time he had ever read something, after all, so it was quite special. He looked at the card for a moment more, making sure to commit it to memory, before it suddenly vanished, and he began to float into the distance, ready to begin.

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