A Celestial Revolution

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A few years can either be an instant or an aeon in the Spirit Realm. It depends on who, where, and what you are. For Orgon, the years since his defeat at the hands of the mortal champions felt like eternity. 

 

His attempt at turning Vailor into a continent-wide hive of disease and pestilence had in many ways been a success. He should have been at his zenith now, but somehow he had been struck down at the hands of Descendants. At his weakest now, he writhed in constant pain and anguish. A few of his most loyal Lessers had tried to help him, surrendering all their power to him, but it was not anywhere near enough. Orgon had been forced to retreat from the mortal realm entirely, and he could do nothing but hope he could hold onto power as his energy recovered, painfully slowly. 

 

Unfortunately, this hope seemed to dwindle by the minute, day, year. Rasping voices whispered all around him, conspiring. Orgon knew that the worst was not over. The worst came to him in the form of one of his most prominent lessers, a necrosis spirit by the name of Kinul, at the head of a large gathering of his supporters.

 

"We are honoured to have served under you, Master Orgon. But the plague calls for a new steward."

 

Orgon arose from his rotten throne, slowly but with authority. "An inferior spirit would have stabbed me in the back, not openly challenged me. I thank you for this, Kinul, but you are misguided and foolhardy. I will continue to shepherd the blight."

 

"We shall see, pestilent one."

 

Many had anticipated a grand battle, but their expectations were not met. Orgon charged at Kinul and was immediately struck down, and the lesser wasted no time in subjugating his former master. Some watched in horror at the brutality, some took glee from it. The result was unchanged, and Kinul grew immensely in power as he took on the mantle of Greater. Orgon rose again, tiny in comparison to his former self, and retreated without a word behind the crowd. Kinul walked over to the Throne of Rot, and took his place.

 

He sat on it as Kinul, the new greater immortal spirit of disease, failure, and pestilence. 

 

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Shagarath rubs both hands, taking his list where Vailor was already checked. His old digit scanning over the next one on the list: "Axios, ahlrite".

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   Malog, off on some distant pilgrimage, wakes from his sleep in the wake of a disturbing dream. He sighs a weary sigh as the balance of power shifts within the spirit realm, and his old master is overthrown. He rests a hand against his right eye -- a gift given to him by the once proud Orgon -- and shakes his head in disappointment. He then sets about adjusting to these changes in the universe...