Gregg
Alright, let's start from the top.

The beginning of a god starts with a birth, simple as. Sadly, Jason doesn't get the luxury of being created like everyone else. His 'egg' looked more like a mango, and it was hung upside-down from a branch. Once he was finally ready to be born, the mango was then peeled open from the top to the bottom. In a release of fruity juices and pulp, Jason began his first waking moments when he was plummeting downwards. Surprisingly, he felt a sense of deja vu in this moment. Has he done this before?

As he fell onto a branch, Jason tumbled around on the wood until he finally stopped. Rubbing his head, the newly created god looked around and saw the vastness that was the nearby environment. Yggdrasil was infinite, and the entire complexity of it amazed him. He tried to say something, or at least breathe, but all he could do was spit out the pit of a mango. It was stuck in his throat, so he had to spit it out quite violently. Once he had gotten his bearings, Jason took a deep breath in and spoke his first words.

"Is this a dream?"

Ironic. Jason then started to get a good grasp of what he was actually doing, so he tried to go and walk around. He was fully clothed-, thankfully-, but he still felt a little naked due to how new he was to this entire thing. To his shock, he didn't find any wounds or bruises on his body. Instead, all he found out was that he smelled really sweet and that he should probably find somewhere to bathe. He turned his head upwards, soaking in the view of the many branches that were spread out across the great tree. It was probably best that he wanted to go somewhere, right?

Climbing the tree felt like second nature to him, for some reason. Maybe he was already given this knowledge because of what he was, whatever that may be. Actually, what *Was* He? The question would go unanswered for a while, as he already began making his way up to the hall of the gods. It seemed like the best place to go, after all.
Walter
Upon the ever-expanding branches of the Great Tree Gaia, a peculiar fruit had formed. Its outer layer displayed a stunning mix of red and orange scales, its shape more reminiscent of an egg than a typical fruit. Each passing second brought forth a pulse from its center, illuminating the entire fruit with a brilliant, golden light, enhancing the beauty of this wondrous creation. Like the gentle, calming beat of a heart, the pulse remained steady until, suddenly, it quickened its pace, resembling a heart undergoing an intense workout. Faster and faster it beat, until the fruit eventually broke free from its branch, descending gracefully toward the base. As it fell, the fruit's outer layer emitted a radiant, golden energy, creating an illusion of spontaneous combustion. Like a shooting star, its descent remained unimpeded, drawing closer and closer to the base of the Tree until...

With a resounding boom, the fruit suddenly collided with another branch , akin to an unstable explosive, and in a dazzling display, it detonated like a mini supernova. A beautiful, bright, omnidirectional wave of orange-gold energy erupted, its brilliance visible and its power felt by all near the World Tree. Yet, as quickly as it appeared, the radiant burst dissipated, returning to its original point of emission. The energy swirled and compacted, transforming into the distinct shape of a man's silhouette. A golden being stood tall and motionless at the exact spot of its fantastical birth, which remarkably left no trace of alteration to the area around it.The mysterious entity exuded an aura of majesty, tranquility, and power. There it stayed gazing into the endless abyss from its perch upon the branch like a radiant statue until it raised its golden glowing arm. It stared down at its open palm and witnessed a wisp of golden power rising from it before dissipating. The being then flexed its fingers and closed its hand into a fist. Fascinating.
James
"How... Vibrant" From all the previous Births that came before each with a uniqueness that cuased quite a show, this recent one had brought his attention. From the abyss that surrounds the Tree came colors dull compared to this new God's awakening. Red and black mixed in a concoction that forms into a shape reminiscent of a humanoid shape with the energy beginning to fade ans chip away that reveled something new underneath. Dagon hovered with his arms crossed floating just below where the other had stationed themselves he scratchs at his chin in a moment of study.
Walter
The new power that had awoken was brought out of its musings by the sudden emergence of a new presence, the beings head turned downward to gaze upon the new God that appeared. Yet the being kept silent not offering a response to Dagons opinion of his birth, but rather it was more focused on the study of Dagon and his features from his hair to his clothes even the aura he radiated. Dagon was powerful that much was clear by the energy he emitted along with the way he carried himself, he was a warrior through and through, and this brought forth a new feeling to emerge within the Newborn. 

What was it? Why was it feeling this way, it made its body shake, its muscles tense and its power to fluctuate causing the area around the being to be blanketed in a gold sheen of light that contrasted heavily with Dagons darker energy. 

Before the being could process these new sensations further it was suddenly ripped away from its perch moving at speeds far beyond what mortal eyes can process. The New God appeared above the other deity his golden leg outstretched in a near perfect kick aimed at the older beings head.
James
In the vast emptiness, a resounding explosion resonated, its echoes reminiscent of a mighty lightning strike. The abrupt impact found its mark, successfully connecting and jolting Dagon's corporeal being. For the first time, he experienced the force of another deity, almost regretting raising his arm to shield himself, as he yearned to fully comprehend the magnitude of this formidable strike. Soon, a fist, encased in a glove, would swiftly propel forward with both velocity and immense strength, targeting the opponent's abdomen in retaliation. Could this signify the inception of his inaugural true battle?