The Holy Text of the Tsethlekai Cult
Note: most of these
are oral stories that have been shared over thousands of years. The first
written text of Tsethlekai stories goes back to 1874. Found at a Native
American ruin in South Dakota, the text was highly damaged. As such, certain
sections have been filled in by the Chosen Fifteen, the leading Vicar of the
Cult of Tsethlekai. This version has been translated to English.
Creation
In the beginning, there was dust and death. From the dust
and death came the Old Gods that molded our world.
There was Vantar-ma, the Giver. She sacrificed herself, her
fiery insides spewing forth to create the land.
Win-Forsythe, the Air. His monstrous gaseous body created
the air we breathe, and the water we drink.
Ploca-Norat, She Who Gave Life. She spread her spores onto
the land, giving us plants.
Xiogenesii, the Provider. He spread his seed upon the earth,
creating animals and man.
For (millions) of years, the world evolved and a delicate
harmony was crafted. The Old Gods looked over their creation in pride.
Then came Tsethlekai the Chaotic. The swirling dust and
death leftover after creation, Tsethlekai roamed the world upsetting the
balance the Gods had created. Cleansing through fire and shadow, Tsethlekai the
Chaotic destroyed with malice. It wanted the (world?) reborn in its image.
Mountains were leveled, oceans and lakes were dried, and life was wiped out.
The Gods fought back. They forged (weapons? Creatures?) to
combat Tsethlekai, but each (creature/weapon) they created was destroyed with
ease. Tsethlekai grew in power with each kill. Man began to worship Tsethlekai
in fear, ignoring the old God’s pleas to forsake it.
So, the Gods turned their back on their creation, powerless
to stop Tsethlekai’s rise.
Tsethlekai grew bored without enemies worthy of its menace,
and so it fell into a deep sleep below the ground, satisfied with its attempts
to reforge the world in its image. Tsethlekai would awaken on occasion to
stretch and remind us of its power, destroying again to reform the planet when
it grew too prosperous.
Now, Tsethlekai slumbers, sending its dreams to us. We see
its spirit rising. We feel its desire, its chaos.
Tsethlekai will awaken again, and we will prepare the world
for our god’s arrival.
Sweet!
ReplyDelete