NOT ME FORGETTING TO POST IN FOREVER- Let’s just skip to the backstory alright- Backstory: I blinked.. I did so again. I was promised a reward, possible even eyesight, for doing this. I sank down Of course I was betrayed. Nothing changed after 5 minutes. My world was still the same. Blind, and white. However… This was the first time I saw something. I shouldn’t have been able to though. The visions flashed through. I flew back down to the ground in pain. The visions of the further and possibilities to save whatever environment was left were flashing through, my brain was buzzing. Unfortunately, it was in a way where everything felt like lava, despite being a deity of the cold, blindness, and water. Suppose I was the deity of both definitions of cold. As I still am. I saw battles, Myself as far as I was aware, creatures hiding and sleeping, storms, volcanoes, diseases, a strange boxy sort of shape with other materials and weird two legged seals on it, and so much more. Oh so much more. Visions of releasing something from the the volcanoes I saw, letting it free, watching as it smiled at me. It was a cloud. Not one in the blue sky, but one built of smoke, smog, and blackness. I was supposed to tell anyone if someone came to the volcano, but I didn’t even know why. That thought made me bitter. I looked up in the vision. A voice beckoned to me from the clouds. It was calling in the visions to destroy anything unfamiliar, except for the voice. At first I resisted. But as my intent grew stronger, so did the visions and the voice in the visions. The voice was so sweet… Like a throat of an angel right in between of male and female was comforting me. Instructing me. It had an edge, but softness at the same time. We had many conversations. It asked me to do many things with the visions. and it’s voice, and I did. It was hard to refuse… Besides, those weird box circle floaty things appeared so much more often. It was hard not to lure them in… or them sink… Even summon the storms from my visions… And singing to them to quiet down their cries… The voice and the visions soothed me. Even the pain. It even beckoned me to do more. It even told me my name Naila. I thought it was pretty. I remained this way for at least 700 years. I obliged. Eventually, rather then listen to its commands, I just gave it my body to command as it pleases. My consciousness descended, and I grew content in the back of my mind. I watched as many more of the ships sunk and the volcanoes built up. (For clarification- The voice whispering is the deity of insanity and chaos. They were imprisoned by the higher deities, but have gained enough power to transposition their conscience out, and are influencing smaller deities. The passageway to break free from their prison was guided by Naila as the deities had instructed her. [They actually we’re not gonna give her eyesight, The Chaos deity had,]] So they tried to get Naila to free them, as well as sinking several human ships. Naila eventually goes insane, and gives them her body.) Welll… Here’s some more info: Naila is female She’s Aromantic and As3xual She is a very cold person, only showing love to the voice. Naila is 1441 years old She’s not immortal actually, her lifespan is dependent on the temperature of the world I plan to use her in my book series, along with Mauricella. (Hehe) It’s about shapeshifters and I see having Naila appear as a minor deity sinking the ship with the protagonists aboard with the influence of the voice. They don’t die for the record.) The chaos deity is the main antagonist. CREDITS: - design by -art by - music: "chill" by Toby Fox
