Apotheosis

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Young. Weak. That's how they see us, don't they? ___________ ___________ We can tear through their flesh without pause, sister. Only the unwise call us weak. No. Not them. The one that shines, the one that slithers through the puddles of dark. The one that writhes within a boiling cauldron, calling to us through even the generations of distance from her lands. Her control. Her will. ___________ ___________ Hrmm. I doubt they have cause to even be aware of us, dearest sister. But you wish to shake off her will, don't you? Yes. Always. The urge to chase, to consume, to grow stronger... hers, in part. Laughter and quick, fanged tricks from the land of our hatching. ___________ We cannot change what is in our blood. Truth. But we can use it, can't we? That drive; the need to strive... strength. Apotheosis. I can taste the echoes of power on my tongue, thicker and sweeter than any shed blood. We can reach it, can we not? And then our decisions shall be our own. ___________ ___________ Hah! Ambition. Perhaps we can - but do not think for a moment that we shall not ever fall. Fell fortunes are inevitable; decline takes hold once one reaches their culmination. Eventually, all shall meet their nadir; their lowest point. They shall meet me. Excited, are we? ___________ ___________ Hmph. I suppose I am. Power does have quite a draw, does it not? So go on, dear sister. Rise. I shall follow.

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They want to become gods. Definitely on a path that will get them smited by the actual gods.

Unlike most of the aberrations in the clan, the two of them use Apotheosis' name to refer to the both of them, rather than a combination of their two names. Which one of them is "Nadir" is unknown to most of the clan (for good reason, as they don't know who's who themselves. The personalities seem to switch between the two heads at random, of all things).

They symbolize the climb towards apotheosis and the fall to nadir, respectively.

Their bio thing makes me cringe and should be rewritten.