Now that he'd taken care of the interlopers for the time being, it was time to put things back where they belonged. There was no way to do it subtly. Unless... yes. Only that one forumite had been witness to the Workings, channeling a deity. Just put him in the right place, and the outcome would present itself.
Wierd found himself in an immense desert, the sky neither day nor night. Across the sand stood a figure. He couldn't tell for certain whether it was a hooded, robed shape, or the silhouette of an immense bird. All he could be certain of was that is was black. Come closer, Necromancer.
Curious, he obeyed. Despite being very ominous, he felt no threat from the shape. He could feel it looking at him, though, despite it having no discernable face. "Where am I?"
It does not matter. You might say that this is the void between the afterlife and life, where treasonous Necromancers are consigned. If you did say that, you might be right. Or you might be wrong. It does not matter.
Wierd hoped that the black shape wasn't suggesting that he'd been sealed in the void. He was about to argue about how much the answer was dodging the question, but he decided that it was the best answer he was going to get. Instead he moved on to another question, trying to gauge the situation. "Well, who are you?"
An important question. The place is not important, for it is here only for there to be a here in which you can receive this answer. For one moment, the minds of all the souls native to this world were united in their pure belief in Death. Gods of Death and Trade, Death and Metals, and other gods whose realm encompassed more than Death vanished. So to did all the gods of Death alone vanish. Thus, the pure concept of death itself became manifest consciously when it had been unconscious for all of time.
"Wait, I thought that I was.. or Nir was... damn it, never mind! If you're death in its purest form, why do you look like a giant bird and a robed figure?"
I am only Death in a way. I am the concept of Death, embodied, but in purer form than the various deific spirits who regulate death. I am one of the fundamental ideas shared by the collective unconsciousness of all the souls in this world with the power of thought. To everyone, death is associated with the unknown, for the dead and their fates after are unknown. Thus I am shrouded. The first self-aware mortal to die was killed by a Roc in the year before 1, before the gods defined themselves clearly, and thus that Roc was the first thing to be associated with the cessation of life. So, to answer your question, I am the second oldest fundamental idea spirit.
"Second oldest?"
Before there can be a cessation of life, life must come into existence. Birth is the oldest of us, though has not been coalesced from an unconscious thought into a spirit. Only I have.
Wierd thought about this. A sphere itself, not a deity, personified. "Well, interesting as this all is, why am I suddenly getting a vision telling me this.?"
So you can understand. Death cannot cause the end of life; it is merely the event of the life ending. A god of death could kill, if permitted to do so by the beliefs of its followers, but as many death gods became one, everything but the idea of Death was stripped away. Purified. The minds of this world are not equipped to think in only pure, unconscious concepts. Their beliefs have been destroyed. You must end this. Banish me, and allow the many gods to return.
"Well, how the hell am I supposed to do that?"
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