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Braided Tulip
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Like I said before, it is about destiny. Yours, rather. Even though my power has dwindled, I still watch over that bauble known as Earth, and I have seen many a thing. It would seem that a rather adventurous sort of mortals managed to come into possession of, of all things, my 'blood'. Although I use the term loosely, of course.
Magic and sorcery has faded to give way to science and technology, and you are a result of this 'new magic'. You were not born. You were created. And you were created with my blood surging through your veins. This is what gives you this connection with me. You have part of me already within you.
In the days of old I had champions who would pioneer my cause. I wish to entrust this task unto you. The other Old Gods do not have the luxury of the position I am in, and I have done much to keep you secret. I want you to bring my name unto the world once more. I want you to bring me followers, so that I may rise to power once again. Do this for me, and you will have power of your own as your reward.
Know however that I am not asking this of you lightly. If you fail me, there will be no future for you. For there is no afterlife for you. You are an anomaly. An aberration. Shed from the shell of a mortal, fused with the blood of a god, possessing no soul in which to dwell within once your mortal body is no more.
But it is ultimately your decision. Just because you are of my brood does not mean I will force my will upon you. The choice is yours.
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