Back when I started the Seven Deadly Sins project, I joked that there were probably enough off-shoots of Domerin that I could write a prompt for each sin featuring him. It’s taken some time but I have, indeed, found a Domerin for every sin.

So far we’ve covered Wrath, Pride, Envy and Sloth, and Gluttony.

Greed features another Domerin that hasn’t occupied my blog before. I’ve mentioned that he occupies a bit of a multiverse. Well, the major keystone of that universe is “war god” Domerin. He’s not actually a god. He was created by an advanced race of alien scientists out of the remains of the original Domerin’s bones. They genetically enhanced him to make him seemlike a god, and set him the task of monitoring the development of their chosen civilization.

But because he was born from Domerin’s remains, he has, somehow, gained access to the memories of all Domerin’s former lives. In fact, he cannot help but remember these things. He and his siblings refer to it as the madness.
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From the moment he tasted Sesha’s blood, he felt driven to add the doctor to his collection. Mortals could never get away with thinking such things. But gods were allowed to do whatever they pleased. And since they had given him all the names associated with War, no one was going to listen if he tried to protest about the limits of his power. They wanted to worship, so they did, making the battlefield his altar so that every casualty became a sacrifice to the divine cause.

But Sesha was different. He didn’t look up on the Lord of War with moon-eyes, and he didn’t sing the songs of blood and death. He wanted to put a stop to all that, in fact. And somehow he had managed to look upon the war god as a person; at least, when he had been able to do so from afar.

His people had chosen him for his innocence, still foolishly believing the god of war preferred purity above all else. They had managed to miss his fire. But it was that fervent resolve that had allowed him to lie brazenly upon the altar – a simple rectangular table set in the center of an unadorned white room. It was that quiet courage that had kept him from screaming when the first searing pain of the war god’s blood fell upon his forehead, though two fat tears had managed to squeeze from the corners of his eyes. And it had been that hidden spark that drew the two of them together, for Domerin hadn’t failed to recognize it when they shared their first glance.

He had seen it dozens of times in dozens of places, but always lurking behind the same eyes. The doctor who waded into the midst of an ongoing battle to save a life hovering on the brink of loss. The mage who defied an army to avert an unnecessary war. A voice that spoke of reason and kindness even when nothing but cruelty had been turned in his direction. Few could see what use a creature of war and destruction could have for such a sweet soul. But Domerin had grown so used to having Sesha walk at his side, he couldn’t fathom anymore how he had survived without him.

Though that always seemed to be the way of it. It was the meeting that sparked the memories. And then suddenly he could see them, see how close they had always been lurking within the shadowed recesses of his mind. He kept those flashes in the forefront of his memory now, summoning the shades of the past, calling them back to his side, though there seemed no way to transfer his recollections during the ritual. Keep Reading.

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