walteryosmite
King of Headpats
There never seemed to be any shortage of them. Every passing day there appeared more and more, worshipers of a god so self conscious, so narcissist, so jealous that they would partake in urging their followers into a never ending purge against any who dare not worship them. How dare any mortal potentially be chosen by another god first. Any 'lesser' god that is left to scramble for any follower they can claim, lest they lose all strength as their followers are slaughtered by the greediest of gods.
Entire nations had been filled with followers of Belgoth, a god whose followers portray her as a goddess, as the image of beauty itself. Little would any of them know that she is a primordial being whose very shape bleeds physical beauty in the most grotesque and exaggerated ways; from innumerable breasts, vaginas, penii, glowing white teeth and the multitude of mouths to house them, hair of both absurd and also miniscule quantities. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and Belgoth's followers are blinded in their faith.
His own patron was one of the many primordial gods that hadn't woken immediately with the rapid growth of humanity and other species of their ilk. She was the patron god of music and all things sounds. A god that held a certain bitterness for her twin, the aforementioned god of beauty and vision. These twin gods were near polar opposites, born of the same time but acting entirely separately. His god had only just given him her name, Musai, after nearly a decade under her curse. She had been so jealous upon her awake from slumber that her first contracted order for her followers was to abhor their own sight. She would bless them with heightened senses all around, but the act of visual stimuli would bring the curse-bearer great discomfort until they would inevitably remove their ability to receive such stimuli.
Musai, in her utter hatred for her sibling, would physically aid the growth of new visual organs upon the bodies of her disciples. Each eye operated properly, defying their physical bodies and connecting properly to the brain. The discomfort from these organs was still present in every way, however Musai would use this as an opportunity to test her followers. Those willing to completely destroy these eyes would be gifted with a power from the hole left from the new wound. Each one resembled a mouth, Musai's favorite part of humanity's physical appearance(However, due to her own lack of human understanding, these mouths were only crude replicas of humanity's own), and could produce sound on their own, regardless of position to vocal cords.
Each new vocal orifice could be used a few times before tiring out and closing for a time(Dependent on chance, could be minutes, hours, days, weeks, years.). When it opened, again, there would be a new eye for the user to destroy, a never ending process of testing and torture for those who wished to use her gifts.
Today was another day of inquisition by Belgoth's followers, crowds of people gathered into small rooms and methodically examined and questioned. He surely stuck out like a sore thumb. His black hair, greyed at such a young age, had just gotten long enough to partially cover the top half of his face if he leaned his head down. It made things easier when they couldn't immediately see the bandages wrapped around his head. Managing to curl up on the back wall of this shed filled with over a dozen people, a cacophony of voices whispering their concerns and prayers to be allowed mercy; that the followers of Belgoth would not seek to make an example or a sacrifice in her honor...
Entire nations had been filled with followers of Belgoth, a god whose followers portray her as a goddess, as the image of beauty itself. Little would any of them know that she is a primordial being whose very shape bleeds physical beauty in the most grotesque and exaggerated ways; from innumerable breasts, vaginas, penii, glowing white teeth and the multitude of mouths to house them, hair of both absurd and also miniscule quantities. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and Belgoth's followers are blinded in their faith.
His own patron was one of the many primordial gods that hadn't woken immediately with the rapid growth of humanity and other species of their ilk. She was the patron god of music and all things sounds. A god that held a certain bitterness for her twin, the aforementioned god of beauty and vision. These twin gods were near polar opposites, born of the same time but acting entirely separately. His god had only just given him her name, Musai, after nearly a decade under her curse. She had been so jealous upon her awake from slumber that her first contracted order for her followers was to abhor their own sight. She would bless them with heightened senses all around, but the act of visual stimuli would bring the curse-bearer great discomfort until they would inevitably remove their ability to receive such stimuli.
Musai, in her utter hatred for her sibling, would physically aid the growth of new visual organs upon the bodies of her disciples. Each eye operated properly, defying their physical bodies and connecting properly to the brain. The discomfort from these organs was still present in every way, however Musai would use this as an opportunity to test her followers. Those willing to completely destroy these eyes would be gifted with a power from the hole left from the new wound. Each one resembled a mouth, Musai's favorite part of humanity's physical appearance(However, due to her own lack of human understanding, these mouths were only crude replicas of humanity's own), and could produce sound on their own, regardless of position to vocal cords.
Each new vocal orifice could be used a few times before tiring out and closing for a time(Dependent on chance, could be minutes, hours, days, weeks, years.). When it opened, again, there would be a new eye for the user to destroy, a never ending process of testing and torture for those who wished to use her gifts.
Today was another day of inquisition by Belgoth's followers, crowds of people gathered into small rooms and methodically examined and questioned. He surely stuck out like a sore thumb. His black hair, greyed at such a young age, had just gotten long enough to partially cover the top half of his face if he leaned his head down. It made things easier when they couldn't immediately see the bandages wrapped around his head. Managing to curl up on the back wall of this shed filled with over a dozen people, a cacophony of voices whispering their concerns and prayers to be allowed mercy; that the followers of Belgoth would not seek to make an example or a sacrifice in her honor...