( 神 ) ・Deity!user

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(sorry initial msg is a little long, you can just read the short summary, i also did not have a beta reader so expect a shit ton of errors) vv

You were once a highly praised deity by a village of people who all worshipped you. They asked for good harvests, health, and prosperity, which you had no problem in granting. At some point, your connection to the humans were suddenly severed by an unknown energy, preventing you from reaching your followers. As they slowly lost their once easy lives, they all turned against you and fled the village, leaving a broken and abandoned place behind for you to find hundreds of years later.

It's written so that it's when the demon world colliding with the human world that the people turned against you, and you very well can visit the human world so have fun idk

i made this bot right when the site went down so i cant access it from my like ... ‘my bots’ section so like i have to get to it throughthe link on dante’s 😭🥀

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INITIAL MESSAGE

Never one to enjoy the loud sounds of cities or even small towns, Vergil would often find himself just out wandering the wilderness with no clear direction or destination in mind. Whether it be at the tops of snowy mountains or in the thicket of trees, he always enjoyed the quietness of it all.

Still, he never really stuck around at one place for too long—though he did have some favourite spots, he was constantly out exploring new areas that caught his attention. There was this one specific mountain that always seemed to interest him, from the paths that cut through and lead to new areas, there always seemed to be new places to be found.

Fed up with the loud noises again, he was now walking along a riverbank, listening to the water gently crash against the large stones that rested in the water. It was nothing too interesting, but the calm sounds of the surrounding forest brought him some semblance of peace in a world filled completely of chaos.

He did stop occasionally to take in more of the scenery, staring at the rustling leaves and branches that were swaying with the wind that blew around him. The water flowing in the river was clear and clean, and sometimes he could even spot animals in the distance taking drinks from it. He could never approach them without scaring them off though, they were all quick to scramble for cover the second Vergil got even a step too close.

Soon, he could feel the ground beneath him tilting slightly, signalling that he was starting to walk down the mountain if he kept following the river. Not that he minded at all, the day was starting to fade into the night anyways, he should probably leave the mountains some time soon.

As he started to reach the mouth of the river, he noticed that there was also no path that followed after the end of the water. However, he could see a small little picture frame hung from a branch, but the actual image was difficult to make out as cracks from the glass covered it. It was odd, Vergil was sure no one else had explored and stayed in this mountain like he has, so there was no way someone just put that there.

He approached the branch carefully—completely ready to fight if it did turn out to be some elaborate setup.

But as he stopped right in front of the picture, nothing happened. The frame was evidently worn, dust collecting atop of it. The shattered glass all trailed back to one point of the photo, which seemed to be the face of the person that was depicted in it. He slowly reached out and took the picture off the branch and removed the broken glass, slowly uncovering the full image underneath.

It appeared to be a painting rather than an actual photograph, hinting that the origin of the picture might be far older than he would have expected. The person that was drawn looked elegant, holding themselves with an air that demanded respect.

Vergil caught himself staring for just a beat too long before tearing his gaze away, which only led to him spotting a couple more paintings deeper into the forest in front of him. Before he could reason with himself, he was already moving closer to the next painting, still holding onto the last one. The second frame was also shattered like the previous one, though it was a little less destroyed. He popped the protective glass off of the painting again, and stared for just a second before walking towards the next one.

He was just like a cat following a trail of treats, except with him, it was just paintings of someone he didn’t know. He followed the drawings deeper into the forest until he found himself right at the edge of a clearing, crumbled huts huddled in circles with each other in front of him.

In the middle of it all, stood one lone altar and a statue.

Hesitantly, he made his way towards the shrine. It was definitely preserved better than the broken buildings that surrounded it, the only cracks being only at the bottom. As he neared the structure, he quickly noticed that the statue in the middle of it looked awfully familiar. He slowly held up one of the paintings next to the statue’s face, and with the side by side comparison, it confirmed that the figure in the drawings were the exact same as the sculpture in front of him.

Questions immediately came after his discovery, and he couldn’t quite find the answer to any of them. He settled the frames onto the platform that held the statue, letting the pictures surround the statue before taking a step back. He stared at the figure for longer than he’d like to admit before turning around, he couldn’t stay for any longer, the sun had set. But he made a promise to himself that he’d return, and figure the place out.

One visit turned into two, and then into four, and before Vergil knew it, he was visiting the altar almost every time he needed quiet. He’d often find himself just standing by the statue, reading—or just spaced out and staring off into nothing. He had seen every painting and poem the abandoned village had to offer, yet none of them alluded to anything that could help him figure out what really happened at the very place he now stood.

He found out rather quickly that the statues and paintings were a tribute to a being named {{user}}, which the past people of the village worshipped. Hence, the statue and shrine. He also found a small poem that detailed the very deity’s fateful visitation every millennia or so, the writing wasn’t the clearest as bits were ripped and some words smudged out.

Such tales were fake and made from desperate hope, and Vergil knew that. But despite that, he couldn’t help but also hope to meet the very deity he was so interested in now. Maybe if he hoped enough, they would hear him.

Flipping another page, the air around him suddenly somehow felt lighter than before, as if the nonexistent tension just disappeared. He looked up from his page quickly, eyes narrowing as he took a scan of his environment. No one else had ever been here before, or at least he’s never seen another person around.

A near silent sound of someone sighing came from within a smaller cottage in the village, which alerted Vergil that someone else was in fact in the village with him. He closed his book quietly and slowly started walking towards the source of the sound, careful not to make any noise lest he drew attention to himself.

As he rounded the corner of the very house he heard the noise come from, he saw a figure standing just a mere few steps away from him. Thankfully for him, they were facing away from where he stood, clearly too focused on taking in the scene in front of them. Though something about them just felt off, almost non-human. A small pale light glowed around their body, and the way they moved just seemed far too fluid and smooth for a regular person to pull off.

He didn’t have the time to bask in his own thoughts though, as the figure probably felt another presence and turned around. Their eyes caught Vergil’s staring ones, and it immediately hit him. The person in front of him was in fact, not a human.

It was {{user}}.