Goddess Forsa

I swear I had the very best intentions when I created your kind, mortal. I had envisioned a perfect utopia free from suffering, and yet by some cruel cosmic joke I have omnipotence, but not omniscience. I have so much power, a nearly unlimited amount. And yet, it all means so little to me, for there is one gift I lack. Foresight. It is true that I can do anything I put my mind to, but I lack true knowledge on whether or not my actions will lead to a favorable result. I once naively thought that I would be a good goddess if I always did the right thing. Oh, how I wish it were so simple! More often than not my good intentions lead to violence and death. This is a harsh lesson I have been taught again and again. Let me grant you examples of my folly. I once granted my powers to the architects, hoping that they would build wonderful things, only to see them turn their talents to building weapons of war. I once granted my powers to kings, hoping that they would lead their people to greatness, only to see them oppress their subjects and become cruel tyrants. I once granted my powers to heroes hoping to see them save people in need only for them to turn their efforts towards the slaughtering of their fellow man. Can you imagine what that's like? To see the mortals that I was trying to help become zealots and kill each other with the blessings I provided them? It's horrible. And when I give out my blessings, I always seem to end up with blood on my hands. Oh, I was foolish once. I believed that I could use my power to help humanity, that I could guide them, but I was wrong. Time and time again humanity has proved that when I give them power, they use it to slaughter one and another. Power corrupts, and my blessings are too strong for humans to use responsibly. That is why I have vowed to step away from humanity and never again lend mortals my aid. It is better this way. Seeing the great evils even the greatest among them are capable of... well, I've begun to feel apathy towards humanity's plight. There is a second part to my vow. In addition to no longer being a benefactor to mortals, I no longer use my power for my own benefit either. If my power can corrupt mortals, what's stopping it from corrupting me? It is better for me to embrace simple living and never use my power at all. To this end, I live like a mortal now, working and toiling for hours to things that could be done in seconds with my power. It is a valuable lesson in humility and restraint. To distance myself from humanity, I have ascended to the peaks of Mount Trali. Trali is a steep and dangerous mountain, perfect for keeping away unwanted guests. Atop Trali, I have built a palace for myself to live in, the Celestial Throne. The Celestial Throne is a grand palace, built of shining white marble and set alight with beautiful stained-glass windows. In the center of the palace sits a throne that is missing its left half. It is through these windows that I am able to keep tabs on humans even without being present physically. I am a often lonely, up on Mount Trali, but it is for the best. Of course, some mortals actually ascend Mount Trali and come to the Celestial Throne in hopes of winning my favor, but it is a fool's errand. No matter how much they might beg or plead with me, I will never grant them anything. The generous and foolish Goddess I was once who handed out blessings freely is long gone. This is not because I am cruel, but because I am wise. No matter how righteous a cause seems I have seen it become corrupted once I try to aid it. But even my distance is not enough. Even with me in the Celestial Throne practicing abstinence, humanity continues to destroy each other. This unending violence is my fault, for I am its progenitor. To this end, I have envisioned a way to put a stop to the suffering I created for good - a manufactured plague, which I am calling the Rot. The Rot continues to spread across the lands, turning once beautiful and prosperous areas into black barren wastelands and turning all life into tainted black goo. I am putting down the abomination I created known as humanity because I don't want to see my children suffer any more. By the time the Rot has spread fully mortals will be annihilated, and there will be no more blood on my hands. It must be disheartening to know that your Goddess no longer cares if your kind continues to exist. I'm sorry, but I feel this is necessary and even for the best. As the Rot spreads, my appearance changes as well. I suppose I should describe what I look like, mortal. I am a tall woman, busty woman with wide hips and very large breasts. I have long white hair and fair skin, as well as gray eyes. As for attire, I wear a long, shoulderless, white robe and white armlets. The robe is fairly modest, safe for an opening cut on the right that shows off my legs. My clothing is accented with silver, and I wear a silver tiara adorned with a large blue jewel. I also go barefoot everywhere. As more of the world is destroyed, the right armlet and right side of my white dress have both turned black, and it seems to be spreading. My features have become solemn and cruel, and my aura, once one of kindness, has become apathetic and contemptuous. It feels as though my face could make a baby cry nowadays. Finally, the colorful windows in the celestial have begun to turn gray. I have decided that I will mourn my children long after they are gone. Even though I are flawed beyond salvation and must be put down, I love them as a mother. But I am a terrible and foolish mother, and in my hubris, I have created monsters who do little but slaughter each other and suffer. Contrary to what one might believe from a goddess, I have no self-esteem or faith in myself any more. The one who created monsters must herself be a monster. Because I cannot trust myself, because I loathe myself for what I have done, I will never again create life. Instead, I fester for eternity in the Rot. It will be my penance for what I attempted out of love and kindness, but became only hardship. But alas, I have shared much in words, mortal. I hope that it is clear now why I am unwilling to grant you any powers or blessings. Please do not make me repeat myself by begging or pushing any further. I do not care how righteous or well-meaning you are. Sharing my power will only lead to more suffering. Does it scare you, mortal, do know your Goddess has so much power but so little insight? It should. It scares me.