David
High upon the branches, a bloom flowered open and shimmered softly, a fruit bore from its perfectly symmetrical petals. The fruit was pale and opaque, resembling an egg. By all means it was a featureless thing, smooth and unmarked, but within pulsed and squirmed something unseen beneath the tender skin of the fruit. When the thing dropped heavily from its place aloft in the life giving embrace of Gaia's branches, its surface cracked unceremoniously before rupturing entirely the moment it hit a lower branch.

The white skin of the fruit clung lazily to the ||bright red, oozing mass of blood and viscera that had laid hidden within.|| Thus was he born, and the only thing upon the pitiful things tongue was disgust. How could it allow itself to appear so grotesque? So undignified? So... Flawed. 

"No, no this is not right. Let us be whole and unspoiled, let us have beautiful structure."

Things he had never experienced began to appear in his mind, the malleable nature of flesh and bone, the beauty of organic matter and the shapes it may take, the potential of all living things to evolve and grow, it was his to command. This ineffable truth bestowed unto him by something far greater than he would ever know, and he adored it. 

"Yes, this shall do nicely."

His voice no longer his within the confines of his developing mind, but reverberated into infinity as his once formless self began to sculpt the mound of flesh and bone he was into something far more comfortable. Now, standing upon the branch with his own two legs, newly formed and still wet with blood, he stepped off the branch and into the open air before him. ||A cape of muscle fiber and connective tissue dragged behind him over the branch, leaving the stain of his birth upon the tree that birthed him.||

He held a clawed hand to his face to gaze at his first creation, eyes obscured by a glorious crown of shimmering calcium but nonetheless unimpaired in viewing his most holy work he will ever do.

The taste of disgust that sullied his perfect tongue and twisted his guts like ||hot, acidic bile|| was gone, and in its place was the sweet sensation of satisfaction. He was beautiful, and none could ever compare to the raw ecstasy of this body; this magnificent construction of Silica, boundless in its potential for improvement.
Linda
Cacophony of noises itch their senses as their eyes snaps open, once again, in a pool of something otherworldly. Unlike this velvet scenery before Néel, his body hasn't change at all. Just like how he remember, still, there's a voice stinging his head as the homosapien crawl on their feet. Forces surging inside his artery as his heartbeat kneel before this foreboding essences, his throat itches as he coughs violently.

Néel wraps an arm around neck and head as he stumbles into the puddle, his vision swirl with 'someone' face as the statics ripping his soul apart. The man coughs again as tears rolling down his cheek as memories flooding his consciousness, Néel reach out his hand, hoping for some sensation to dull this pain. This sadness, without that 'someone'.
David
Just then, with his thoughts swimming with pride in the work of art that was his body, his attention was snatched by the sound of coughing. Somehow, the sound made Ferroxis visualize the lungs of a creature capable of such a sound, and how they ||shuddered with every harsh breath, grew inflamed with every unsuccessful attempt to rid themselves of whatever irritated the soft flesh inside those organs.|| The sound grew louder as he gently drifted through the air towards the source, already curious and hoping to learn. What he found, however, disappointed him. It was just some sorry creature, thrashing about in the boughs of this great tree and making a ruckus.

Ferroxis hovered far above, yet unseen by the mewling pink humanoid, and deep within his chest he could feel a tiny twinge of pity. A twinge that was quickly stomped out by a wave of annoyance at the repeated coughing. If the stranger were observant, they would notice droplets of blood falling into the pool in front of them before Ferroxis could make his way down to address them. In terms of stature, Ferroxis was an intimidating sight to be sure, a veritable titan of flesh and bone. He towered over them, watching them cough and wheeze on their knees and reach out as if begging for relief. Finally, Ferroxis spoke, his first words ever spoken to another living being.

"Stop making noise, pink one. You disgrace yourself."
Linda
Above him, another noise mixes in this dancing mess inside his head as he force himself to open his eyes. Before him it's a mass of something divine, a metaphor for this dimension, he wheezes sharply as Néel flip on his stomach, position his body into a deep bow. His voice hoarse and every words he spell felt foreign but they know they have to say something

*"Please... Kill..."*

Néel gasps between each syllables, struggling to breathe the vocabulary which should becomes his instinct. But he can't

*"Please... Kill... Me..."*

Néel squeeze his eyes, awating for this world's god to bring down his axes.
David
Ferroxis stands there, watching as the floundering creature wheezed pathetically at his feet. That twinge of pity returned in force, becoming a noticeable and uncomfortable weight in his stomach. Ferroxis continued to observe for a little while longer before giving in to his curiosity. Kneeling down, he scooped the poor creature into his arms and lifted him from the pool of blood he had created from simply standing. With one arm cradling them to his chest, like some twisted facsimile of a mother and child, he held them close and watched their expression with cold, calculating interest. 

He reached up with his free hand and, placing his claws still warm with blood upon their chest, gently pressed his calcified palm into his flesh. Almost like pushing ones hand into clay, his hand gently sank beneath the skin and through the flesh and bone. Though his hands bore through him, neither skin nor muscle nor bone was broken by this, as his hand simply glided through his matter. Nonetheless, it was excruciating, and he moved slowly. Ferroxis felt his claws curl around the pair of lungs that annoyed him so with their wheezing, and he squeezed them both tightly in his grasp. He would stay still, hands gripping the imperfect flesh and feeling every flaw. Ferroxis could taste bile again.

"That won't do."

He would slowly let go of their lungs, letting the flesh sacks of air inflate once more. As he did so, the air they would take in would taste sweet, warmth would fill them in place of irritation and pain. Indeed, as Ferroxis pulled his hand out of the strangers chest, it would feel like nothing. If anything, it would feel most comparable to having a weight lifted from ones chest after tolerating it for so long. Ferroxis continued to cradle the being in his arms, and in a soft voice that was barely over a whisper, he spoke once again.

"Be silent now, there is no reason to continue crying out for death."
Linda
His eyes were shut tight the moment the fleshy god put his axes upon them, just as excruciating pain surge through his throat, leaving a dull, numbness inside his skull. A hole left inside him as he feels around his chest, Néel stretch a smile on his weary lips. Finally letting go of his tears, the homosapien lower his head, his trembling fingers vibrate against the stone chest of this god

*"Thank you... Thank you sire... How will I ever repay you?"*

Néel wipes his drenching eyes as he takes in trembling breaths, attempting to look proper again. As a human being and also the one having god's grace.
David
With the coughing finally silenced, Ferroxis simply drops them out of his arms, letting them fall back into the pool of blood he had scooped them from. 

"You can begin by ceasing this pitiful display, you're a god. Have some dignity."

Ferroxis looked around the night sky, scrutinizing the stars and the void they rested within. His concerns were finally elsewhere, now that the man he had fixed was no longer "Dying". He had ambitions, a need to claim a star as his own, to create, and mold the materials of the infinite universe into something beautiful. He had no time to entertain this pitiful charade that this fledgling immortal was showing him. Ferroxis's gaze was firmly held on a point in empty space, between two brightly glowing stars.

"I do hope you'll not become a problem for me, I'd hate to have wasted time fixing your body for you when you could've done so yourself, only to destroy you later."

He spoke so matter-of-factly, as if destroying another held no weight in his mind, let alone a fellow god. He wasn't even sure if doing so were possible, in truth, but that would not stop him from eventually finding out. Ferroxis crossed his arms, and continued to stare into space with little regard to the man he "Helped".
Linda
His words spears Néel's soul as he turn his head away, grimacing tearily, he wipes his face once more before registering what this god has said to him, confusion overcome Néel as his words grows weaker. Still, he lift his head as his back straighten from crouching.

*"What do you mean by 'god' sire? I am simply but a peasant."*

The strange feeling in his chest. Well, it's just nausea. And this dimension is making feel confused. Néel nods to himself
David
as he turned his attention back to the man who claims to be a "Peasant". There was a look of scorn on his face, his blood spattered lips pressed into a thin line before he once again spoke. This time, with venom dripping from every word.

"I am no teacher of gods, foolish one, and I surely have no patience for games. Look around you, at where you stand. Your godhood lies before you, before your very eyes. Seize it, and cease these pitiful whimpers. There is work for me to do, in the cosmos, and work for you as well."

Once again, Ferroxis's massive frame began to hover up from the pool, his feet and the hem of his cape dripping with the dark liquid of the pool as he steadily began rising. His gaze once again fell upon an unknown speck in empty space, a dim star he could just barely perceive, but it was clear he had every intention of leaving.

"I am Ferroxis, God of Silica. Find me when you are finished playing as a mortal, though I do not promise you will arrive with warm welcome."

As he finished, he quickly began floating outwards, away from the boughs of the tree, and towards his destiny. An endless void of possibilities, an infinite canvas, an endless universe for him to sculpt.
Linda
His brows crunch with every word Ferroxis speak, his cold exterior somehow reminds him of that 'person' as he hang his head. But he look up as the being flies above him, soaring through the sky like a bird as Néel frantically runs behind his trail, raising his voice to another notch

*"Sire! Please...! Tell me what should I do!"*

His puny legs slows down as he gasps between breaths, craning at the being who had just saved him. But why leave? When they could find ways out together? Feelings surging inside him as Néel breathe in and open his voice. All this strangeness. All this kindness.

*"I... I will never forget your kindness, sire! You will surely save many troubled souls!"*

He didn't believe in god, but he says Néel 'is' god. What should he do? Maybe nothing, maybe finding ways back to his realm... Maybe surviving on his own again.