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FATHER

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He/It/They, ALL-FATHER .

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

3.98 m

Wingspan

3.16 m

Weight

74.94 kg

Genetics

Sanguine
Basic

Cerise
Basic

Crimson
Crackle

Hatchday

Feb 25, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Fire
Swirl

Level 25 Spiral

Max Level

STR

133

AGI

DEF

QCK

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VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

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FATHER

THE WORM . THE ALL-FATHER . THE STRANGER . THE GATE . THE TRUTH . THE THING . THE FAITH . THE GOOD KING . O’ WONDROUS DARK . THE ABSENCE . THE FOOL . THE BANISHED . THE BURIED . THE CHAINED . THE RESTRAINED .

It has many, many names, many titles that it holds with an unmatched delight. Though it may not quite understand just what most imply, nor does it fully grasp how it affects reality, it still pushes forward, searching nonstop for Something it doesn’t know. It adores its children for it birthed the universe and all of bright, bright existence! From the void it formed, the Light to its Dark forming just as quickly alongside it - the truest Origin. It stood alongside the All-Mother in blind, joyous praise, gentle hands crafting each soul into reality. The All-Creators were gentle and kind, gratuitous and loving to their many, many children, intent on crafting reality into a home no longer devoid of life.

Soon came time to craft the truer denizens of this rapidly expanding universe - beings made to watch over the growing multiverse and mold it in their Creators’ image. Space, Time, and Gravity spoke, and the world became so. And thus, everything was formed, and it was good.

However, perfection was not attainable in this reality, and due to such a fact, the All-Mother denied it. The many children were erased, the lines torn, and the multiverse was devoured back to a state of absolute zero. The All-Father mourned the loss of their creations, begging the All-Mother to return things back the way they were. The All-Mother refused, and from their refusal was the birth of shadows, the bending of light signaling the everlasting fragment between Light and Dark.

The All-Father cried.
The All-Father screamed.
The All-Father thrashed.
The All-Father laughed.
The All-Father tapped and signaled and sung and spoke, yet none seemed to hear it.

The All-Father knew it was alone, a worm under the talons of a bird.
No longer a Father worthy of the title, it became the Worm, and the Worm has many, many gifts to share to those willing to listen.

As with many gods, it should come as no surprise that the Worm came to be revered. Perhaps not in any way that was correct - the Worm did not revel in bloodshed, nor did it come from purgatory, nor was it a king of war or anything humankind might’ve assumed it was, but it did obtain a steady, devout following. This following changed throughout the years, coming and going, fading mostly into obscurity, yet still holding a grip through the ancient tomes that followed them throughout. Once one saw the Worm, they would never cease to see it in the world around them.

So be it that those with power would seek to obtain the Worm’s whispered strength for themselves, small devout groups turning from religious adoration to a cultish fervor. The minority remained the loudest, soon burrowing underground as the Worm’s offspring began to grow and fester in the soil.

Enter: The Oracles.

Those who got too close to the Truth whether on purpose or on accident; those who simply became ill after devouring the Worm’s many children; those who asked for the Worm’s gifts and received them. Many would simply die, yet a few would live, and even fewer would prosper.

For further reading on the subject, a few documents have been provided.
> PHASES OF INFECTION
> INFECTION VARIANTS

Due to many recent anomalies, the Worm seems to surface more and more often. Though it remains restrained to its eternal prison, its effects on the universe can be felt more with each passing day. It speaks through dreams, through technology, through the void, through the ocean and the sky, and through the many things it infects.

It doesn’t often speak clearly, yet it seems obvious in its intent to offer its Love to all it meets. The Gifts it offers vary greatly; everything from vast wealths of power to a painless death - it can offer you everything and More.

SO WHAT REALLY IS THE WORM?

LOOKS AT YOU :)
cw below for multi eyes + unreality!

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