Ronald
The branches rustled in a way that, if you weren't listening closely, sounded like a far off shore. A repetitive, slow, swishing. The sort of swishing that you bet things on. Hoping, that perhaps a strain of luck would turn up. That maybe a certain die would land on the number you'd prayed for. Or maybe something would go exactly as they needed to, however improbable that could be. 

Something started to wriggle out of a nearby branch. Like an eel that had somehow slimed its way out of a predator's grasp. It was a fish scale. Another pressed itself out of the opening. Slowly, but surely, a thing of scales emerged, occasionally bringing with it splinters of wood. Even a splinter from the great mother tree was worthy of being the mast in a great ship. 

The first thought that flowed through his newly conscious mind was to run. To go far away. A God like him did not have a realm or a place to call home. There was an unsettling thrashing within his soul. The creatures of the ocean were rarely stagnant, and he was no different. The mass of fish scales fell apart, revealing the semi-humanoid form of Prospero, God of sailors, vagabonds, and their superstitions. He rapped his hand softly on the mother tree. Knock on wood. 

The eddies of fate seemed to continue to flow, as he too seemed to gain a grasp on that veil between the known and the less than known that the only recently born Ichtaca had absorbed. Although it seemed he hadn't absorbed secrets as much as he'd eavesdropped them. Accumulated them, like some deep recess of the ocean. The whispers of the wind carried some mystique, legend. Something between half true and myth. Careless superstition and all that in between. Seeing his form become complete, he let go of his moorings to the tree, and began to drift about, aimlessly, letting the winds fill his sails as he began an eternal voyage.
Josie
As Ichtaca and Prospero, the deity's newfound acquaintance, ascended the vast branches of Yggdrasil, a foreboding sense of unease settled upon them. An air of dread hung thick in the atmosphere, dampening their spirits. As they reached the uppermost reaches of the cosmic tree, what awaited them shattered their hearts and sent shockwaves through their very beings.

Before them, atop the branches of Yggdrasil, lay a scene of unimaginable horror. Edon, a colossal serpent with scales gleaming with malice, coiled around a fruit—a precious symbol of divine potential. But it was no ordinary fruit; it was the remains of an unborn god, devoured by the merciless jaws of the serpent.

Ichtaca's eyes widened in horror and sorrow, for the loss of a budding god was an affront to the delicate balance of creation. The essence of the divine, meant to shape the future of the realms, had been prematurely extinguished. The echoes of its potential faded, leaving an emptiness that resonated through the cosmos.

Anguish and rage surged within Ichtaca, for the violation of the sacred and the desecration of the unborn god's potential stirred a righteous fury.

"What have you done?!" He demanded.
Kirk
***"Well, that was certainly something"*** A voice rang out from the branches above, childish, high in tone and pitch, yet still seeming unnerved and enraged. 

Abrielle, who had witnessed the unnervingly gluttonous feast of which Edon had taken upon himself to eat another of siblings before they were even birthed, a grotesque display of gore and flesh which had twisted to partake in the delicacy of yet another divine. *It disgusted her to the very core.* It was difficult to get someone like Abrielle mad, a childish, fun goddess of life. But to kill another before they had even hatched, whatever sick and twisted way Edon had seen it didn't sit well with Abrielle. Whether he had planned on this to be a sign of love, or affection, to end a life and have it feel no pain for eternity, it didn't matter. None of it did. He had put an end to a life, permanently, before it had even come, and harmed their mother.

This was different to basic god murder, gods came back, though would a fruit without consciousness? Only time could tell, a time that might take an eternity or might never come. **"To think, to think that one might have the absolute gall to kill another before they even came to be, to prey upon those oh so weak they are unable to defend themselves and to harm our sleeping mother. Born anew under your gaze? My ass."** Abrielle said, her tone of voice monotone and raspy. She set her gaze upon the gluttonous serpent, not even bothering to ask for her siblings' name, no, this was no sibling of hers. This was a beast, through and through, and if left unchecked it was most definitely going to consume even more, bring about more 'change'. Not that change disgusted her, no, but there were so many more ways you could fuck around and find out, though an act like this was definitely not the worst he could do.
-

Abrielle jumped down from branch to branch, her eyes wide and her movement fluid as the shape slowly shifted, multiple arms grew out of her side, wooden, leafy arms. Vine tendrils erupted from her back shortly, leaving multiple scars and holes all across it, they slithered and moved uncannily, each seeming to have its own consciousness and thought, they clashed and growled, hitting against each other as they moved rapidly and snappily.

**"Really, I do wonder what your thought process was during all that, but we're not here to dance, now are we?"**An atmosphere of dread followed Abrielle, her eyes filled with malice unfitting of her domain, and in general how she presented herself. Her body language was clearly enraged, without words, it was obvious she was mad and ready to fight. Each passing second added to her impatience, adding to the aggressiveness and hate the tendrils on her back portrayed, adding to how out of character she was slowly growing. Most fragments of her rapidly faded and returned back to this body.
Ronald
Prospero ascended behind Ichtaca, up the tree. He let the slightly older deity take the lead. After all, he'd created a civilization, creatures, and demigods. Prospero's only current major contribution had been the advent of gambling. Ichtaca seemed like the far more responsible one of the two. As the two did so, he felt a feeling of despair. Storm clouds gathered in his mind. And then the lightning broke, and he found himself within a maelstrom. 

He saw the serpent-god Edon, devour a fruit, one ripe and ready to bring about a new god. It tinged far less altruistic concern than his companion. Rather, it brought out a sense of self-preservation in Prospero. He had, quite literally onlily days prior, been one of those fruits. That thought alone unnerved him. Godhood may have been a curse, but the one silver lining was the immortality bit. 

Not for the last time, he bent down to his mother, and knocked on her wood. Even the god of superstition shouldn't be above superstition, and this was a time where such superstition was needed. 

He remained silent, unnerved. He didn't have much to say that hadn't been already said. This was a mystery that had far more fear than anticipation.
Victor
A very unintelligible sound came from TSU, now in a very weird form of misshapen flowers and flames. She didn't give to speaking but did make the noise loudly as she began to see Edon. Her form becoming more like a conglomerate of flowers and flames. 

Her body began to catch afire and flower-hairs shot out in random directions seeming to want to scatter from herself. She wanted to get away. But this one would not be unslighted and shall be tagged. The flower hairs wanted to get at Edon now but they were denied. 

Her sounds became more of violent screams and soon rings of fire enlassed the flower-hairs.
Michael
`"Mother...?"` *Edon seems to ignore the four deities that had arrived for a brief period. Turning his attention towards the branches, he stares are them... His eyes dim with a lurking sadness, he feels as though this had proven his point. The fact so many deities had arrived so quickly. It was like she was still here, she had chosen to alert the other gods... And ignore his cries at the chance to finally have a parent? Squinting his serpentine look further he takes a deep sigh. The rotting smell of a dying god exudes from his mouth, the clear and definitive proof it was him that had indulged in such a depraved and rancid choice. A small and broken sniffle pierces the air. Despite all the anger surrounding him, he looks heartbroken. Betrayed... As if all of this were a crushing blow to everything he stood for.*

`"You told them... You told them what I did? You... YOU SPOKE TO THEM."` *His voice flares with an expanding rage. A fury unmatched, the crackling orange and black energy that constantly surrounds and adorns his form glows brighter and brighter. Like a supernova, it was harsh to look at. A strain on the eyes, he was expanding his divine presence outwards and compressing it into this unholy light and searing radiance. There was a bright twinkle in the centre, his glowing eyes still peering through the expanding storm of harsh patterns and colours.*

`"You spoke to them... Yet ignore me? You are cruel, you are sick and twisted mother. Vile... VILE BEAST, HARLOT... HEATHEN... HAG."` *The light fades away... Darkening, eclipsed... He realises what he must harbour his power over. The dominion of eclipses, he must blot out the sun. The world... Like his Mother blotted out him, like his fellow brothers and sisters were about to do. At least he still had Melancholia, right?*

*The eyes vanish, appearing elsewhere. Detached from the body, the crackling serpent form fades away. Only to be reborn in a new location, above the gods. Laying wrapped around a branch far away...*

*His attention is now full on the deities that watched him. He only recognised one, Tsu. Her anger was nothing like he had seen of her when she entered his land, it would seem the compassion and amusement she found in everything had been warped by the recent devouring of an infant deity. Edon cannot help but smile... Change... She has changed, he is winning this. Whether she realises it or not, he is altering their mind. Causing anger, backwards actions that they would've never committed otherwise. It was beautiful, a real spectacle that made his jagged mouth conform to a smirk.*

`"This world. It stabs us in the back, it leaves us to rot... To wallow in our own misery, i'm preventing our fellow kin from ever experiencing it. The same fate. That same damn fate..."` *Edons speech is unpleasantly calm. He's justifying his own actions. Gratifying the boundless harvest he had just discovered. The endless fruits his mother would create... The unending tide of brother and sisters he could prevent from entering the world. There was an underlying fear that Gaia may one day retaliate and send something after him, but his mother was weak... Useless... So he believed. Edon was no longer part of the same bloodline as the rest. He was an orphan by choice and an exile that would never be allowed true re-entry.*

*Without a movement from the god, arcing bolts of extremely thin energy erupt from every scale upon his body and begin to spiral and twist across the landscape, heading downwards to the deities. The movement and patterns were horrifying, each one travelled at a different speed, some randomly stopping mid air before continuing. Others making a straight beeline to the target. There was one thing in common, every single bolt would stop right before it hit its mark and simply hover in place, he wasn't launching an attack. Merely a threat...*

`"Brothers, Sisters... I give you once chance to leave before you are forever broken and bound. Take heed, the curtains close."`
Stanton
*A small something flickers into being amid the branches, a tiny ephemeral shard of crystal just hanging in the air. Rav felt the surging of divine presences in the tree and chose to answer the call, though it did not know the actual purpose for such a gathering. Briefly, it hoped this was another constructive ritual it could help shape through rhetoric and bargaining, but upon arriving and seeing an initial threatening volley being sent out the shard decided to remain quiet and simply watch for the moment.*
Sandra
Paeon followed after Rav'nixander, appearing in the high branches of the World Tree. For the second time, they have been tempted to meet with their brethren. And this time, it involved a much more sinister deity.

Paeon groaned to themselves upon hearing Edon's words. He sounded like a spoiled child, uttering disrespectful words to the earthmother. They considered leaving and returning to Melusine to inform the Prime Vampires of a potential threat. But Paeon felt more compelled to stay, now seeing several other gods around Edon, and perhaps more on their way.

With Edon's voice being disregarded as background noise for the time being, Paeon instead looked around to ascertain the situation. TSU, a sister Paeon had yet to be acquainted with, screamed and turned into a mass of flames. Luckily Paeon was far away, and wouldn't be harmed. Prospero, Ichtaca, and Abrielle were nearby, processing the situation as well.

It was about time Paeon made themselves known.
Russell
For years, a strange fruit has laid untouched. It's oddities creating a fascinating, yet horrifying reaction. One glance you may view it as a highly saturated, blood red apple. However, the next, it may be a ceramic bowl overflowing with decaying snake corpse's. It is safe to say that whatever you view it as, will be likely to cause a stir of traumatic emotions. 

Many viewed, however no one touched. Until one day, it vanished. There was no longer a fruit terrorizing those who made the mistake of glancing in its direction. There was a boy? A girl? There was... Something, hanging off of the branch that the fruit once rested on. One hand on the branch, the other in-front of the deity's face, it's nails being examined. 

Kāne has been born! The Deity of Illusion, as fresh as one could be after a rebirth. Their cool, yet slightly arrogant, demeanor sticking out like a sore thumb. After examining their nails, they loosen their grip from the branch, seemingly dropping from the Upper Branches. Until a minuscule bird appears on the branch, after a blink the bird is gone. A 4"9 woman in a crop top and skirt sitting on the branch, legs crossed with a open magazine in hand, examining the pages.

The seemingly small woman closes over her magazine and lets out an annoyingly loud sigh of frustration. Tilting her head and rolling her eyes, her angst and impatience displayed for all to see. Her hand starts lightly tapping on the branch she is rested on, gradually increasing in speed and volume. After a few minutes, she takes a deep inhale before..

'SO! Is anyone gonna like.. Introduce themselves or does a bitch have to sit here bored?' She says loud enough for all to hear, without it being perceived as a shout. Her voice with a nasally tone and a teenage vocal fry.
Kirk
```Waiting a little to see if anyone else is gonna come, if any of you wanna go I'm chill, but we do needa decide on writing length, time, and a judge```
Josie
As Ichtaca stood, staring in disbelief at Edon, grief and frustration mingled within their heart. In this vulnerable moment, a new god emerged from the sacred depths of Yggdrasil—Kāne, a being brimming with vitality and curiosity, seemingly unaware of the recent tragedy that had befallen them.

Initially, Ichtaca's heart swelled with hope, for new divine beings often brought a fresh energy and perspective to the cosmic tapestry. But as Kāne eagerly approached, their excitement filled the air, oblivious to the somber atmosphere that still lingered.

Ichtaca, burdened by grief and angered by Edon's monstrous act, found it difficult to embrace Kāne's enthusiasm. The injustice of an unborn god's potential being stolen gnawed at Ichtaca's spirit, and frustration clouded their perception. It felt unjust that Kāne, the newcomer, was untouched by the weight of the recent tragedy.

Frustration surged within Ichtaca as they longed for Kāne to understand the depth of the loss and the gravity of the situation. They yearned for Kāne to share in their sorrow, to recognize the devastating impact of Edon's actions, and to stand united against such heinous transgressions.

"Do you not see what has happened? How can you be so happy in a moment like this? Do you not feel the loss of our sibling?"
Russell
Kāne's eyes widen as they have at last had an interaction. Joy is rushing through their veins, until they hear what escapes Ichtaca's mouth. Their smile drops, the chaotic urges they've been nullifying finally breaking loose. Their lack of second guessing what they are about to say likely to cause a negative reaction but, they quite frankly do not care.

'A hello would've been enough.' They say in a snarky tone. 'I might've just been born, but I understand the concept of emotions and death. I wanted an interaction.. Not a snooze fest sob story!' They roll their eyes and the magazine in their hand swiftly becomes a pair of sunglasses. 'I am happy because I want to be. Someone else's loss is not, and will not be my issue or my perogative.' She says as she puts the sunglasses on. 'So disrespectfully, be gone. I have a magazine to read.' They say putting on a fake smile, a new magazine appearing in their hand.
Josie
Ichtaca scoffs in disbelief at the lack of sympathy in the newborn god. Perhaps they just lack emotional intelligence, or maybe they simply lack empathy. 

"I'm sorry to have snapped at you, but it just doesn't make sense to me that you don't realize the gravity of this situation."
Russell
Kāne snatches the sunglasses off their face, a death glare being shot at the mess in front of them. The absolute nerve needed to scoff at Kāne is something they have never encountered.

"Hold the fuck up." They say, raising their index finger in front of the other's face. "I know for a fact you did not just scoff at me. I am not the one, trust and believe. You might be able to throw attitude at the others, but not me." Her head tilts, continuing to hold eye contact. "I do understand the gravity of the situation, I quite frankly. Do not care. I never met the sibling, why would I care if its dead? Not my ocean, not my fish. Go scoff at someone who cares. Thank you!" She fake smiles again, turning around and continuing to read her magazine. In disbelief at the attitude they just received.
Josie
Ichtaca looks around at the others, wondering if he's imagining the scene unfolding in front of him. He thinks *"I know this cannot be happening..."*

"Girl, bye" Is all he would say in response, diverting his attention away from the petulant deity in front of him and focusing back on the situation at hand.
Russell
Kāne turns their head to the freak infront of them.

"One more snarky comment and I will shove this magazine so far down your throat you will not be able to breath for the next three to five working days."
Michael
`"New life, right after death... Just as fate foretold, I must move quicker next time."` *The fate god takes a moment to adjust and truly unfurl himself. Extending his body outwards, the scales and underbelly of his serpentine form begin to crack and transmute. The intense atmosphere only grows darker as Edon begins to blot out the light of the area with nothing but sheer mass. Expanding to the size of an average gods domain as he curls around the tree like it is nothing. He was amplifying the tension further by forcing them into darkness. They could launch an assault against him now but there was no telling what this god was truly capable of inflicting.*

`"You should've never emerged from there, new deity. This world is only suffering, I hope you'll find amusement far from here. Away from these, wretched. Vile insects. Away from our bastard traitor of a mother who abandons us the moment we are able to breath the divine air."` *Words of wisdom, and words of deep hatred to all the gods here. He's giving Kane a chance to potentially flee, say something worth considering or potentially just back down entirely. Edons words boom with an intensity that rustles the very leaves of the divine world tree. His size is gargantuan and utterly mortifying. There was no denying the horrors in such a sight.*

`"I have had enough of your feeble back and forth. Cease, before I rend your voice from your very essence and scatter your remains back into the true. This is not the time for squabbling. This is the time to show us, to show our sad excuse of a mother who you really are. Killers, like me. Merciless cold hearted plagues with no chance of redemption. You fight me and you simply become the same beast of burden."`
Josie
He begins laughing as a smirk grew on his face. 

"You know, you're pretty funny. Maybe I mistook you."
Russell
She smirks at the person in front. "Yes, I do know. I still hate you, but lets get out of here before that THING wrecks us." 

She says as she puts her hand out, reaching for the other.
Josie
Ichtaca gives a bombastic side eye to Edon. *"What a buzzkill,"* He thinks. He looks back at Kāne, and decides to take their offer. He grabs their hand, hoping to escape before something more drastic happens.
Stanton
"Have you considered."

*The shard begins, in the humming resonance of crystal.*

"You do not need to be fought. To be removed. I call for a ritual."
Russell
"We are out of here". They say as they leap off the branch, pulling the other onto their back as they swiftly transform into a creature with wings large enough to carry the other.
Josie
As he was being pulled away, he stuck his tongue out at Edon and yelled, "LOSERRRRRR!"
Michael
`"Have you considered how easily I could crush your putrid excuse of a Godhood with a mere finger. You are pathetic, you are not even worth a spec of my time. You are but an insect, even the fruits Gaia bore are more of a challenge to devour than you would be."` *The fate serpent continues to blot out the light, continuing to expand. His stature was indicative of his determination to win this engagement. The idea of a ritual had deeply agitated and pissed the god off.*

*The insult towards Edon however. Would only result in a screech back, a reverberating howl that would forever be etched into their minds. A siren call mixed with the dying squeals of his dear brothers and sisters that Edon had consumed. Their terrified cried. The infant like gargles as they choked on their own blood. It was a grim reminder that Edon would push far beyond the limits of mortality to see results. The large burning eyes peer at Rav'nixander*

`"Flee now. Before you are put to rest eternally, I need no ritual to make you suffer."`
Stanton
*The crystal simply remained there, translucent and floating.*

"You are one god. Equal to your kin. You can be countered by the will of many. I call for a ritual."

*There is a swelling of energy.*

"I propose the binding of the god Edon. Containment of their shape and essence within a singular temporal-spatial singularity. I will take the duty of warden for this and any further bindings of cruel gods that need be conducted."

*The faintest twitch...*

"All in favor. Please register your participation."
Sandra
Paeon cocked their head, the mention of a ritual redirecting their attention to the situation at hand. The more Edon spoke, the less Paeon sided with Rav and the more they wanted to make quick work of the insolent god-eater. Of course, Paeon wasn't attached to the god Edon ate, nor did they feel sorrow. At yet, even they could recognize it was a sin.

"Honestly..."

Paeon only uttered one word, before shutting their mouth. Luckily, they only mumbled. Only then could they hope to have not been heard by the others nearby.
Victor
A small leaf floats to the others who're still here (besides Edon) and if they paid attention to it it'd read "One cannot hold themselves, be careful, I cannot fully control, I should't hit you of my will, Edon is my only target, I cannot think of another soon" It said trying to explain that she cannot control herself and that she doesn't know if she could stop herself if another ends up against her. 

She continued to conglomerate her body though her screaming sizzled out. Her hair-flowers still trying to scatter.

One though did get sent to Edon, should he pay attention to it it'd say "Sorry for may anger, I cannot deal with my self now... I cannot deal with *Feelings* They drown me... I hope I can get forgiveness should I harm you"
Sandra
Paeon glanced at the leaf that passed them by, frowning slightly. *Two* Out-of-control gods, now? Gaia help them.

Unfortunately, Paeon was nothing more than a coward. They climbed further up into the branches, away from TSU, Edon, and Rav. Those three could duke it out, anyway.

"Aye. The quicker this ritual, the better."

As Rav asked who was in favor of the ritual, Paeon spoke again. Paeon would have been an unwilling bystander for the time being, but would wholeheartedly partake in a ritual. If they ever got that far.
Ronald
Prospero still remained neutral in all of this, or at least as neutral as could be. He didn't exactly enjoy the general concept of fate. Went against his whole concept really. But that was what he did best. He was a sailor, and when nations and gods went to war, it was always the middlemen that profited most. Really, it seemed that all these gods seemed to be bickering, ramming each other against themselves. Whatever lofty trappings they thought to hide behind were only a petty disguise for the fact that each and every one of them, including Prospero, was but a child. 

He saw the leaf fly past, and saw it as his mother taking active means to prevent her cannibalistic son. It seemed uncontrolled, but Prospero had a way of getting lucky and avoiding all of that. 

Seemingly more calm from this leaf, and rather amused at the bickering from his companion and the new god, the god edged towards the center, and sitting down. He finally spoke up, though he'd been one of the first to arrive.

"You've spoke a lot brother. About how vile and meaningful this existence is. Personally, I think that's how they all are. Par for the course really. But you've asked a lot of questions today. And you've put up with our sibling's rather immature back and forth. So, if you don't mind. I'd like to ask you a question, from one scale-covered being to another. A riddle of sorts." 

He said, his fish scales writhing in a rather comedic manner. Or perhaps, now grounded in the tree completely, he too was gathering energy for the ritual. Either way, he held his cards close to his chest. That, he knew he was good at. He'd invented gambling after all. 

"I am an amputee that defies fate. I am the sister of destiny. I am the arrow to the sword. I am two adjectives. What am I?"

-
Frankly, Prospero himself didn't really know his plan. Plans for him usually came on the fly. He was good at that sort of thing. But he had a feeling this was the right thread to pull. Maybe he was stalling. Maybe he was gathering energy to himself. Or maybe he was just counting on a lucky hand. Or a fin? He was very fish themed. Who knew. He wasn't the god of idioms. Though he was the god of idiots.