Ookamodius, God of Winter, would send his children as delegations across the continent to invite other gods to a summit meeting. The location of this meeting, would be the disastrous land that had been ravaged by a battle between two origin gods. My battle with Graith.
A temple had been built there in my honor and in the ruins of the decimated city and landscape. There were many gods known to the world, more than could be counted on both hands. They had amassed their own power and forces, their own followings and pantheons. Mythology would be born from their deeds, with often the truth never being known fully. Species of all sorts now existed, born from the seed of gods who toyed with the living. Some gods were mad, others were arrogant and boasted their abilities. Regardless, the invitations were sent out all across the continent which was vast and wonderous. The gods would accept the invitation and travel to the summit of the fallen meteor which had been converted into a temple: The Archorion Temple. The temple was the work of my followers who in their zealousness and awe, gathered together to construct a fitting temple in order to worship my divinity. It would become a holy site to my religion, but not only to my own. The tale of our battle would be one of fear to the gods, as it would serve as a historical lesson to the testament of two rivaling god's might, even as young as they were. One could say that it would be the true root of hesitation that all gods harbored when it came to rivaling one another.
The gods would take the temple as their own, building it up into a temple, befitting the divine, completing it in the months leading up to the meeting of the gods. Upon the encroaching day, word would bring mortals by the flood to the temple grounds. They would set up stands to sell goods and wares, stretching miles around the temple itself. They were little more than ants, moving about the maze that was the rippled land as the temple was otherwise inaccessible to the wingless. The Archorion Temple was built throughout and atop the remains of mine and Graith's battle, a glorious and beautiful palace of white and gold. At the center of its many walls and pillars, was the grand meeting room, where hundreds of seats encircled around the center. It was built to be able to seat hundreds of gods of both large and small sizes, and yet still, it would be unable to seat some.
The day the meeting took place would be a staple in the annals of history from that point on. The gods in their arrival, brought with them clouds in their wake as they descended from the sky, left grassy roots and flowers in their trail as they walked across the land, ash where they stepped. Some were giants, literal mountains that could only overlook the meeting from the outside with an eye. Others were large in size, with skin like stone. There were gods with wings, engulfed in fire, eyes like galaxies. Some were dressed well, having built or been worshipped by societies that had advanced much, others, like animals, with bodies to match. The gods had shaped themselves and the very land around them in their own unique means, but ultimately, the fact remained. Each of them were origin gods, the first of the divine to step foot on this planet. It was both clear yet blinding the difference between some. There was no way of telling the gifts and limits of the others from a mere glance, thus there was an unspoken realization that there were those who had amassed powers beyond the others, and those who were incomparable to them in terms of strength. The only thing that kept the gods in line, was that none of them knew who was at the top of the leaderboard, nor who was above or below them. Because of this, you could say that the gods who attended the meeting brought with them a stoic and confident attitude as to seem more capable than they were. Those who remained silent were those who could not muster said confidence.
How many gods were in attendance could not be said, as some made it a goal to be seen due to arrogance or a need to show strength. Some chose to hide in the shadows through an invisibility of some sort. Only origin gods were allowed to attend the meeting, though that was not to mean that there was a way to tell them apart from their descendants or even mortals. As for language, it was gathered that everyone understood one another easily, though with some differences such as accent and newly invented words.
"My fellow deities!" Like thunder across the land, Ookamodius' voice would begin the first meeting of gods. "I invite you to the summit to officially begin."
The gods would take their places at the temple's summit, some making flashy entrances, others being as simple as could be. However, there was one god above all the others that made their entrance only when the rest had taken their place and Ookamodius would utter a syllable to begin. Only then, did he interrupt with an anthem of horns playing from afar to accommodate his arrival with a fall from the sky, right onto the centermost floor where the gods were circled around. Many took up arms as he came crashing onto the ground floor, cratering the marble and laughing maniacally. His arrival broke even seats and threw up a cloud of dust. Red lightning crackled from within. "Who... Who are you?" A feminine voice asked, yet as to where it originated, no one could tell. "Who am I!?" A gritty and deep voice spoke just before he swept away the dust with a swing of his arm. "I... AM DEKAMORON!!"
A man, a god, a figure in armor, stood before the divine. He, was Dekamoron, the god of the all demons, the all consuming hunger of greed, ambition, wrath. Ego. He was a god unlike any other, one who craved attention and power to the point that he flaunted it, yet he not one to be underestimated. Though he seemed like a fool with his showy spectacle, the air around him was unpleasant, almost burning. The power he irradiated was very real. His very presence was distasteful. He showed no flesh as he wore black armor from head to toe, armor that was demonic and covered in edges. It was as though it was not crafted, but put together. An amalgam of black metal like molten slag that had cooled. Even his stench was vile; blood and rotten flesh.
Some considered him to be a fool, but the truly perceptive saw him for what he was. Dangerous. A mad god who at a moments notice, would truly throw his life away in a battle against another god, matching in power or not. Even Ookamodius himself, as he was certainly one of the wisest of all the divine, could tell from how he would throw himself in the ring, surrounded by so many possible threats. To add even more to his entrance, was that the winged demons that were his children, swarmed the sky above by the thousands.
"Interesting." Ookamodius would speak. "So you are the Demon God, father to those inbred monsters."
Dekamoron would not respond so easily. Rather, he took his seat, his own children, the winged demons from above, swooping down in throwing their lives before him in forming a throne at the center of the auditorium. The gods would wretch in disgust at the gruesome sight of the demons breaking and bending their own bones and limbs in order to shape themselves into a threatening seat at which he would sit.
"Interesting." Dekamoron would finally speak in turn, upon resting his weight upon the boney flesh of his own. "I had expected there to be at least one who would be able to rival me. Yet, I find a fool who would believe he is fitting a response from me. Dekamoron."
He sat as though he owned the very temple at which he stood within. Many gods became enraged, many stood silent.
Finally, the first meeting of the world gods would begin, and it would begin with Ookamodius leading. "Now then. Allow the meeting of true gods to begin. I shall first establish myself. I, am Ookamodius. I am the one who has called for us to meet here for the sole purpose of coming to an understanding in the world order. We have brought catastrophic change in the world. We have raised mountains, conjured oceans, changed landscapes and entire biomes. This is our nature, and our power is great to the point, that we can not keep ourselves in check, thus, we must keep each other in check."
The gods agreed for the most part, nodding and agreeing vocally, while some remained silent.
"Who is to say that we will keep each other in check?" One god asked. "War in our the nature of us all, no? I have killed many gods myself, not for the simple act of death, but for my own reasons. If I were to want to lay claim to something, why would I not have the... Right, to take it from another god? Are we to be content with what we have, either great or small? There would be no room for expansion."
Many agreed.
"There is the possibility of forming alliances with other gods in order to stomp out another individual god, or perhaps another group. Are we supposed to keep such alliances in check as well?" Another god asked.
In a shortened explanation of how the meeting went overall, was that the gods could not easily come to an understanding. The minutes would quickly pass, evolving into hours until nightfall came the first day of the meeting. By that point, many had grown weary. It was clear that there were some gods that possessed wisdom and intelligence imparted with a vocal obligation to debate, while others could hardly care or follow along.
Perius, during this time, would stay for two days, watching as the number of attendees dwindled, leaving only a handful of the wisest to continue to argue. He would even take note that Dekamoron had long left. He, himself, would finally grow tired of listening to the gods like Ookamodius, continue their back and forth debate, and would leave.
He would discover that sometime during the meeting, of the gods that left, another meeting of sorts would take place in the confines of a cavern beneath the temple. He was drawn to the scent of passion and the sound of moans. The truth was, the gods were not equal, and little less were they any different from mortals. They too, had their differing personalities and obsessions, and one thing that they clung to from their beginnings as gods, was their lust. In the temple caverns, they would partake in an orgy of such deviancy, that it was said that many children were later born from the caverns, long after the orgy had ended, as perhaps the stray lizard wandered in and devoured the seed of a god, or a root, poking out of the cavern grounds, sprouted a new species of treant. The gods and goddesses partook in the most barbaric of instincts for days, losing themselves in the pleasures of the flesh. Dekamoron was among them, and much to my later shame, I would learn that Perius, upon finding them, and with his perverse nature, would join in.
A week and four days would pass before the laws of divinity would come to pass. It would be agreed upon that the gods and their established pantheons, whether they joined in alliances with others of their stature or not, would possess realms to their own. It would be agreed that the gods and their power was simply too great for them, personally, to wage wars. Thus, the title of saint was born. The gods and their pantheons would no longer be able to take action in the world themselves, but would be allowed to impart their power, wisdom, and guidance upon mortals they decide would represent them as saints. Any god that broke this truce and took action would be the target of all other gods who would uphold the divine order. The reasons as to which would be drawn out in explanation, but to summarize such key points, the gods decimated the world with their carelessness. Laws such as, no altering the world beyond one's own borders; such as the vast manipulation of the world's oceans or the gravity of the poles or even the atmosphere. Peace would be reached through mutual agreement, aligning those who would otherwise bring about chaos in the realms of others through threats.
No god would rise, to be the target of envy from those below.