'Tell me.' Sicklo said simply; it was not an order despite sounding like one, but her voice was not unkind either. Mother did have a lot of children. In comparison to the oldest divinities, Jensuno, Feren and Renkako as well as herself were brand new.
Mother had originally been the ruler of life and death, but such a huge responsibility of those and having to supervise every other divinity in existence was difficult, especially in the grand rebellion of Zhoar had begun. Zhoar was a mighty divinity, one of the first three divinities. There was Mother (who had another name once) the being of power; Zhoar the being of Wisdom; and Bellé the being of life.
But soon after their existence begun, Bellé grew weak, her 'body' unstable, shattering and mending in an unending cycle in a likeness of the essence a dead divinity imitates now.
'Put your strength into me!' Zhoar begged, knowing that this would make him greater than Mother (after all, he was very wise, and understood all three had equal strength) 'If you do not, I cannot make what you dreamed of, I would know how to do it, our sister would not know how!'. Bellé however, did not find his words appealing, and retorted 'Perhaps you should have been the being of power, for that is all you wish for.'
In his anger, Zhoar had struck her down, weakening her further to the brink of death. He had laughed cruelly then. 'You are no being of what you claim either it seems!' He retorted with intent of irony. Mother had come then, seeing what her power hungry brother had done. They battled for 46 days, in front of their dying Bellé. On the eve of the last day, Belle had had enough. With the last of her energy, she helped Mother defeat Zhoar, and as he lay at their mercy, she shattered; her last words being 'I know your heart is pure. Take my power sister, and create my wish, and then you may do as you desire, for I know your sovereign will be righteous.'
Bellé's desire had been to create the worlds and dimensions; living, dead and in-between. Mother had been dutiful and left her old name for this one; in homage to her lost sister. In love, despite herself, Mother had allowed Zhoar his own dimension.
Zhoars bitterness grew, and eventually, through his wisdom; had manipulated other divinities aginst Mother. After that she had sealed him away, and thanked all of the divinities who had stood by her side with the gift of creating life, and allowed them autonomy over their realms. The other divinities she had left barren and secluded, making them do the hardest work for the price of their survival.
She had not trusted any child divinities from her trusted old friends since; unless they proved their worth. Even her 'newborns' got no slack, and their impatience would cost them.
Jensuno smiled at Shiro's enthusiasm. 'Don't worry child, they are all leaving now, and they cannot hear me; so we can have a nice long chat! What bothers you?' He asked, already knowing.
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