Who am I? What am I?
Leon pondered with a piece of paper infront of him and a fountain pen. Not only did the name have to point towards him, but his divinity too.
The holy light? No that sounds boring... the holy sovereign? No the name should... the old light?
By the old he referred to his very old age, he was meant to be a very old God.
The primordial light, im kind of similar to the Eternal Blazing Sun.
The northern continent had 7 Orthodox deities.
The Evernight Goddess in the Loen Kingdom, the God of Combat in the Feysac Empire, the Earth Mother in Feynapotter kingdom and the Lord of Storms who was mainly Worshipped around the seas but also the Loen Kingdom.
You also had the god of Knowledge and Wisdom in Segar, Lenburg and Masin. The Eternal Blazing Sun in the Intis Republic along with the God of Steam and Machinery.
And in the southern continent where East and West Balam were, the local religion was the Church of Death.
"The first light, the ancient light... nothing comes to mind damnit..."
Ideas went in and came out, nothing really struck him as a worthy enough name. Until he started writing.
"The Old Light hiding behind a curtain from a bygone era."
"The Sovereign of all Sin"
"The Omnipotent and Omniscient Creator who Strung Life Together."
He felt that this title was fitting enough for his stature. The Old light referred to his "holiness" and the warmth. The Sovereign of all Sin meant he would accept any believer as long as they repented. He didn't know what repenting meant yet but he would figure that out in the future.
He was planning on using this small cult to gain information, money and relationships.
I wonder what else could I use this place for.
Leon decided to run some tests. Using divination he decided to investigate the origins of the red revolver he sold to the Zmanger gang and then stole back.
He envisioned the red revolver and surely enough it appeared right infront of him floating in the air.
"The origins of the red revolver..."
"The Origins of the red revolver..."
Leon repeated the question 7 times and entered a state of cogitation. He was attempting dream divination, allowing his Astral Projection to roam the spirit world and find answers.
According to Charlotte's teachings the Spirit World is a higher-dimensional plane inhabited by spirits. All information and knowledge floated through the spirit world.
Leon found himself in a small shared bedroom somewhere in Tingen City, a cloaked figure worshipping some sort of evil deity.
"Oh lord... grant me a great end! A great end to my suffering!"
The figure grabbed a coated in a red liquid and stabbed himself in the chest, instead of blood hair strands came out of his chest and began wrapping around his body, his eyes bulged and his fingers extended.
The dream ended the moment a man with sharp grey eyes and a receding hairline appeared in the corner of the room. He seemed to be a nighthawk.
"I see, a ritual that went wrong. How can some people actually worship evil beings like that."
Leon scoffed and shook his head in disappointment.
Not my believers that's for sure.
He tapped his chest 3 times forming a triangular symbol.
"By steam!"
I hope I'll be able to respond to their prayers when they chant my honorific name.
Leon decided to work on his honorific name a bit more before leaving the Cathedral amidst the chaotic sea.
...
Leon walked back into his house with a bag of Rye bread, and a few other ingredients. He was preparing to cook some beef stew with potatoes. As Daniel Torres he never cooked much, he only knew how to make scrambled eggs and spaghetti. Leon Wright knew how to cook because he was alone most his nights. Daniel never learned to cook, instead he always ordered food from DoorDash and Uber Eats... but even with that life style he remained skinny, way too skinny.
As Daniel he was 33 years old, now as Leon he was only 19. He retained some of Leon's memories but for some reason he felt as though a whole part of his life was missing, something or someone was missing from his memories.
Leon set down the the groceries on the dinner table and went to the bathroom where he washed his hands and face. He walked back to the kitchen in his pajamas carrying a stolen revolver. He stuffed it into his pants behind him and slowly sorted out the ingredients, the gun was there to ensure his safety, he never knew when he could get attacked, like that time when he was tracked down by that Zmanger gang member.
As he was prepared to cook his surroundings felt strange, he felt as though he was pulled into a dream, or a nightmare.
It was two people, one man wearing a top hat and a woman with a long black skirt and a white bishop sleeve blouse. Her black hair was tied into a bun with a few strands sticking out infront of her face.
Nighthawks?
That was Leon's first thought as he stared at the two people invading his home, they were too nicely dressed for criminals and looked very serious.
"Where were you on July 12th?"
"Where were you on July 13th?"
The man asked him about the 13th and the woman asked about the 12th.
My guess was right! They are investigating me and the other survivors. There's no way they know I'm a beyonder right?
"I went to the hotel Hôtel Les Saisons Ramenées."
Leon's forehead muscles bulged when he answered them.
"I spent 1 night there with my friend Eli Cooper and then went back home the next day."
The woman looked around the place as she asked her next question, a question that caused Leon to tense up.
"What did you do on the 12th of july?"