During
the Primal Wars, Convulos (called also Soth'Kulzaad, Nythanox,
Thrynath, Toxicus and many other names) was a soldier God, who fought
at the front lines of every engagement with the Elder Gods and their
allies. He was known for his cunning, his skill with magic and also
his willingness to use any and every advantage.
He
quickly fell from the favour of deities such as Solum'Tassadexes and
Cellinthar'Valladir, who thought him a coward, and was reviled by the
likes of Namaea who is also Isaala, for he was without compassion or
mercy for his foes. However, paradoxically, one beautiful young
Goddess thought him handsome, brave and clever – the Lady of Life,
Oerdaine (who is also called Maelandra, Lau'Pei, Issranthia, Raithia,
Alaria, Vaelnarda and many other names).
Oerdaine
had also caught the eye of the young soldier God, and with the wars
brought to the end, and the universes slowly crystallising into
relatively more stable states, Convulos sought her out and made her
his love.
Sick of
the annihilation of the Primal Wars, Covulos and Oerdaine tended to
the forming races of the nascent universes, and helped them to be
strong and healthy. They opposed the likes of Sarrax, who sought to
taint them with his own forms of life, Darkold (who is Sebbathor,
Xantrox, Kazamoto, Uzzruel and who is known by many other names also)
who wished to dominate them and steal all free will, and many other
dark powers. Together they created marvellous elixirs that could cure
any and all afflictions, that could grant long life and vitality, and
that could protect their users from all forms of harm. New species
were born by their will, that held the components for these
medicines, so that the mortals could learn to use them for
themselves, and for long and long they were happy in their love, and
beloved by their chosen.
After
much time, when the world we know was first taking on its present
form, Convulos put it to his beloved that they should retire from the
knowledge of the mortal races, and shift to a more remote continuum,
where they could be alone and love for all eternity. He was earnest,
and full of love, and was sure that the Goddess would agree...
...But
alas, she did not, for she had grown to care for her children
strongly, and could not bear to be apart from them, afraid that
without her they would perish – especially as the mortals were now
being used by many other deities for their own ends.
Convulos
was stunned. His heart broke, and at once, all the love and the hope
within him turned to poison. He hated as only a God could hate, and
attacked the Goddess Oerdaine in a fury. She drove him off, for by
this time she was as powerful as he, and Convulos was forced to
retreat.
Desperate
to hurt his former love as much as he could, he spoke the words of
creation and twisted them, so that every elixir, component and living
thing in which he had played a part in forming was corrupted by his
spite and hate; their healing power turning to death, their hearts
echoing the venom of the Gods wretched heart.
And so
the first poisons entered the world, and the enmity between the
Prince of Poisons, and the Healer Goddess was born. Very soon mortals
who also hated, or who sought power came to worship Convulos, and he
grew in dark power, and became the reclusive, venomous deity we know
to this day.
