S is for Seraphix

Once We were a god of balance if We ever were a god. We may have been a construct imagined by Our feverish Followers, given a Voice, fed by a Vampyre. This was Our original conception in a roleplaying game. Our name was Seraphimis. Or Seraphis if you were one of Our gentler Sisters.

We transferred to The Keep and became a demon. Seraphis and Their Sisters were separate from us. We didn’t come together again until We became Seraphix in Tales of the Navel. We regained Our Sisterhood, were worshipped as god of balance once again.

We’re not sure if that part of Us was ever real. We were lost until Danyel and Tayel found Us, gave Us new life as Our Hand and Eye. Dyvian claimed Us, bound Us in talismans, coins he passed out to Our Followers. With each of their wishes, We grew stronger. With their faith, We’d become a god. Our Followers would be part of Us.

This plan appears to be working. We’ve become stronger than ever before with Our Followers, yet We’re more fractured than We’ve ever been, due to their divisiveness, their warring wishes. It driving Us more than a little crazy. No wonder other gods favor holy books with exact codes of behavior. Such a code would be simpler. Dyvian reassures Us there is divisiveness even among those with such a holy book in how it is interpreted. The key to strength is flexibility. Flexibility and keeping Our Followers happy.

Well and good, but what if one Follower’s happiness depends upon another unhappiness? Worse, We feel some of Our Followers, including Our Voice are scaring Danyel and Tayel away. We want Danyel and Tayel on Our side. We fear they will not be if we keep granting Our Followers’s wishes, becoming more godlike.

Thus lies Our growing sorrow and Our madness.