The worship gave Psaras power. He liked that. But... so did the blood sacrifice. It was, to, Psaras' mind, a twisted sort of power. A horrid power. A power that disturbed Psaras to the core. It gave him more power than the others, though. He had a use for the blood power, the power he hoped he never again would have to use. Vengeance. He had some scores to settle now, the other damn gods all teaming on him it seemed, especially Feros and that DAMN Plague God! Well, he wouldn't let his children fall. Like they were now. He would save his people, and stop those who conspired to break them.
HE WOULD STOP THEM.
"Damn you... Damn you all! Damn you Feros, Damn you Namq'ua! I shall not simply let this come to pass! I'm going to act, and I'm going to solve ALL of your shit!"
Psaras had a plan of action neatly laid out. A plan he intended to strike two problems at once with. First, he would use the benevolent worship for benevolent purposes, dealing with the plague that had been created.
Psaras uses an act to create the Panacea-fish, a race of fish that can cure the Plague upon consumption of their meat.
Secondly, he would use the blood magic for purposes of defense, killing even. Feros had done much to aid this happening to Psaras' people, and now he was going to protect his people.
Psaras uses another act to spin meshes of wire in globes a bit of a distance around as many of the more populated worlds as he could. These are not true wire however, as corporeal fish and the like can pass through easily- but when a hostile creature tries to enter, the wire is engineered to hook them and leave them to die.