"..." Cleric of Oth. Oh wait, no it wasn't, because there aren't any clerics of Oth.Known as Oth to the Ornese, Oteth to the Nacifians, and Tethyr to the Velocians, this goddess is quite simply: The End. The end of life, the end of elves and dwarves and men and everything.
None dare worship her, except those seeking a swift death. Thankfully, she lies imprisoned far away from mortal life, and can only send envoys of the End through the cracks of the walls holding oblivion at bay.
Sphere of Influence Edit
"Tabula Rasa, Motherf-----" -The only known words spoken by a demon of Oth, prior to killing 14 trained-and-combat-ready knights before being slain.Oth is a goddess that isn't attributed with any control of anything on the Living Realm. In fact, Oth is actively considered the antithesis to Mortals, and even suggesting that Oth has current sway over any aspect of the Living Realm is a sobering enough thought to keep even the most steel-hearted of men awake at night.
Prior to her becoming the mother of all boogeymen stories, Oth was considered the Goddess of the Divinity. Although she didn't actually control her fellow Gods and Goddesses, they tended to listen to her when she spoke. She would seldom actually participate in the Living Realm, except maybe as an amused witness to her other deities' acts of creation. Oth had the least interactions with early mortal life, and was thusly considered the most enigmatic of the Divinity.
But that was a long time ago. Nowadays, Oth is destruction. Not a herald of it, not a prophet of it, but the pure act of raw devastation in it of itself. She will not cast judgement. There will be no trial. It wouldn't even take too long. If Oth would be allowed to have her will, the Living Realm would be ended in a blink of an eye. A stray moment of unparalleled omnicide on such a scale that even the wisest scholars have trouble comprehending the implications.
If Oth is a goddess "of" anything, she is the Goddess of Nothingness.
"Gentlemen, some of you might have some hesitations about summoning this demon. But, with him at our disposal, surely we ca-OH DEAR GOD IT HURTS SO MUCH. HOW DO I EVEN HAVE THIS MUCH BLOOD?" -A very foolish nobleman dabbling in demonology, immediately before a demon dabbled with his lungs, kidneys, heart, and spleen.If you're not getting the picture, Oth has one, singular, burning desire. Wiping the slate purely clean. Some believe that this would cause of reality to collapse like a house of cards where one card suddenly vanishes. Others say that there would be an empty void left that would be the canvas upon which a new Living Realm would be painted. A (smaller) group believe that Living Realm can't actually be erased and would immediately reincarnate, with entirely new Mortal species. Oth has not really contemplated the consequences of her actions personally, and quite frankly probably doesn't care. If in fact she does care, no living thing has survived in her presence long enough to conduct an interview.
Her ceaseless attempts to extra-crispify an entire echelon of existence has not gone unnoticed by the inhabitants on said echelon. Her fellow Divinity have all attempted to explain the motivations of her somewhat bothersome hobby to varying degrees of success to mortal-kind, who took notes as mortals are wont to do. These collections of writings, contributed to by followers of multiple priesthoods, have become collectively know as the Othian Sins. They are used as a guide book of what-not-to-dos and behaviors that have become associated with Oth. That is to say, behaviors that are generally frowned upon. The Othian Sins are as follows:
- Hate: Wrath, fury, anti-love, stabbing your ex-lover repeatedly with a knife, whatever you want to call it, the act looking at others through the lens of hate is a thing to be avoided.
- Fear: Cowardice is the collapse of character, according the Othian sins. When the Divinity attempted to rationalize Oth's sudden angry flailing and frothing temperament, they tried to convey just how terrified of Mortals she was. An immortal creature - something that should have existed for all of time - suddenly learned what death was because the thing closest to her in all of reality was murdered. Although mortals understand fear is part of life, actions driven solely out of fear have become viewed as a reactionary kind of evil.
- Indifference: Coldly and unfailingly looking down on an entire category of life is what Oth is famous for. As a counter-point, mortal life has started preaching that understanding and a willingness to acknowledge others is a fundamental part of not playing waste-paper basketball with reality.
- Absolution: Not necessarily putting your all into something, which is still considered a value (unless a preacher gets too carried away with misinterpreting things), but rather being consumed by that something. When a singular act becomes the all of your being, something has gone horribly wrong in the worst way. Absolution is considered the worst and most dangerous of the Othian sins.
"I fought a demon once. I don't know how it came into existence, but I only found it after... I didn't sleep soundly for weeks..." -Knight of Figossa, recounting previous adventures before dwelling on a bad memory.Thankfully, Oth doesn't have any major following on any of the Four Land-Regions or anywhere else. In fact, she doesn't even have any minor followings. Occasionally, a particularly cruel (i.e. really, really stupid) gathering of people will start something akin to a doomsday cult, or perhaps an attempt to channel her hate for personal reasons, or maybe even an attempt to pledge themselves to her. They never last long.
When a group of people pray to Oth, she becomes aware of them. When they invite a piece of her into the Living Realm, what follows is a demon. What follows that demon is usually the immediate death of everything that it can find, which is usually whatever brought a demon into existence in the first place.
A demon is the cruelest joke in all of reality, and the most tragic view into Oth's mind. This is because a demon is created by Oth as a likeness of what she believes mortal life to be: cruel, senseless murderers that bring nothing but sadness in their wake. In essence, it's a twisted sense of irony: Oth truly believes she's sending something that a mortal could not differentiate from any other mortal. Everyone totally can, because demons look like nothing but a demon (every one is different, but they're generally humanoid with twisted, unsettling, and just plain wrong physical features), but despite this they perform their duties admirably. Well, as admirably as one can carry out genocide.
Occasionally, some idiot will get the idea that they can weaponize a demon. What is generally not considered is that a prayer to Oth stains the very core of your being: demons can sense someone who's pledged themselves to Oth with unerring accuracy. Even hiring someone to summon a demon as a proxy can be enough to point it in your general direction. The only way one could ever weaponize such a creature successfully would be to resolve oneself to be utterly annihilated in the attack. This does happen occasionally. It ends about as well as you can expect.
The one saving grace here is brought by the rest of the Divinity. So many fail safes exist to keep Oth trapped that the only way to pray to her in a meaningful way involves long and contemplated rituals. Any copies of these rituals are destroyed by any sane mortal upon discovery, so demon sightings are rare on the Living Realm. There are whispers, however, that in a temple in the tiny cult-run country of Ost, a mysterious group of arcanists known as the Parliament of Doors have found a way to control demons. That would make them the first to do so since they were made by Oth herself. If such rumors are true, then all of the Living Realm would be at risk.
"So, wait, where did that town go?" "A cult of Oth sprung up" "And we only lost one town? Oh thank the Divine!" -A scout reporting back to a confused noblePrior to wishing to do to the Living Realm what a falling rock does to a human skull, Oth was on good terms with every single member of the Divinity. Mortals who study history or learn this from Gods are sometimes stunned by this fact, but Oth wasn't always an eraser for the chalkboard of existence.
Throughout the Second Age, not a single member of the Divinity really and truly hated Oth. Admittedly, some disliked her casual dismissal of mortal life, and others were somewhat displeased by her interacting with members of the divinity that held conflicting viewpoints with their own, but none were on less than bad terms. The fact that she never actually interacted with the Living Realm helped a lot with this - she never came at odds with any other members of the Divinity.
Instead, she looked after them, and took genuine interest in their tinkerings. Every creator likes an audience, so the Divinity was willing to overlook inaction and association with rivals. It doesn't hurt that Oth was supposedly incredibly affable. The other Gods got along just swimmingly. If they capable of eating, Oth would be the one throwing feasts in all of their names. If they had celebrations, Oth would have been the host.
But, alas, that was a long time ago. Where once there was an understanding and camaraderie, now there is nothing but frustration, strife, conflict, and any number of antagonistic relations. In her current state, Oth is the enemy of all other 18 remaining Gods and Goddesses. Though they don't get along with each other all of the time, their interest in the Living Realm is mutual. Oth is and was the one thing that could unite the Divinity under one cause. The only thing that changed was what side Oth was standing on.
"You don't get this, none of you get this! I don't want any of you to die! I'd end a lot more than some pitiful dust to keep another of us from..." Oth, the End, before her betrayal of the DivinityIn the beginning there was nothing. Then, there was the First Act of Creation - the forming of the Gods. Oth was the first thing to come out of this Act. Whether or not she was the one who created the rest of the Divinity is a matter that is still hotly up for debate. Some would argue that she was simply the first made, and yet some others insist that she created her fellow Divinity to share the cosmos with. What is known for certain, however, is that she had nothing to do with the Second Act of Creation, which resulted in the formation of the Living Realm.
While the rest of the Gods and Goddesses became enamored one by one with the mortal plane for various reasons, Oth was always hesitant. For almost the entirety of the First Age, she was only a witness to the works of her other Gods, mostly because she didn't care enough to do anything herself. If there were any interactions with mortals, it was only in the way that would have not attracted any attention, and it wouldn't have been anything meaningful.
And then, the Goddess of Hope was killed.
At first, Oth was mostly just shocked at the arrogance of mortals. But then, the Goddess of Hope didn't stir. It dawned on Oth what had happened. Once the shock wore off, she was hit with a wave of emotions. Sorrow, grief, fear. Several emotions don't even translate to mortal capacity, but they all roughly can be described as accidentally discovering the worst thing imaginable, and then that it can happen to you and all of your loved ones, and your loved ones are openly inviting it into their lives.
Immediately, she tried to convince her fellow gods and goddesses to destroy the Living Realm - to eliminate the threat before it could worsen. And, though they too were shocked and appalled at the mortals, and though they too mourned the Goddess of Hope, they cared too deeply about the world. And so, realizing that the Divinity was willing to invest so much into those tiny little mortals despite the danger and despite the hate they received from them, something in Oth clicked. She realized just how important those tiny little lives were, that lived and died, just as she realized even the Gods could. She learned the error of her ways.
Nah, she tried killing them all anyway. The Valenese Empire, the mortals responsible for the death of the Goddess of Hope, believed themselves ready to wage war on the gods. What they had managed was a way to execute a Goddess when she was caught completely off guard. What they had not done was find a way to deal with a Goddess actively smiting the known world. The Valenese were wiped out almost overnight. Every kingdom, empire, and nation bordering them lost thousands as the world began to end.
The others in the Divinity immediately tried to stop her, and she, in her fury, lashed out at her former companions. If they would not save themselves from mortality, she would drag them into salvation kicking and screaming. The ensuing war rocked the Living Realm to its core. Empires that would have lasted until the sun burnt out were crushed beneath a tidal wave of horrors. The land was scarred as continents were broken in two, and mountains were smashed into lakes. Mortal life at its height was reduced to a near post-apocalyptic state.
But no force can stand against 18 unified Divine beings at once. Though it was a bloody war, it was a short-lived one, and Oth was forced deep into the depths of Reality, imprisoned in the same Divine essence that gave rise to the Gods at the beginning of Creation. They could not bring themselves to kill a fellow deity (indeed a few among them hadn't even begun to properly understand that that was even an option) so instead imprisonment as far away from the Living Realm they could manage was deemed the best course of action.
Deep within her prison, with time to stew, and develop an even worse opinion of mortals, she spied a crack in her prison. Not big enough to slip through, but enough to let something else out. So, in her first act of creation, she made the demons. A perfect reflection of the monsters that killed a Goddess, or so she thought. She sent her minions off, disgusted with herself for creating the life she found so hideous but too obsessed with her singular task to even consider stopping.
As the Third Age ticked on, demon sightings became more and more common, as they were slipped. Some clawed their way into the Living Realm, slipping under the watchful eye of the Divinity. Others were invited by fools and idiots among the living. Most are caught and killed, a horrible reminder for the Divinity about their stray sibling, but enough slip by to remind the living that Oth is still waiting.