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As the universe expands constantly around the roused gods, the first of their kind, Cæza-Vilegōl-īnegst watches his siblings. Content with his small creations he finds himself unable to ignore the other gods present. Glimpsing the shared slithers of origin between them all and small parcels of a greater scheme that made each unique. He couldn't help loving them. Leaving his own denizens to thrive he blesses them with the name of Orokin before turning his attention to the actions of his siblings. Floats through space to observe. It isn't long before his fellows take up the mantle. The First is his brother of the black water, Cæza feels a deep kinship as he witnesses the acts of creation. Cymnoz crafts his own silent abode, before tending to the Void Serpent's own world. The act surprisng him, the beautiful ocean a fine addition.
The pale blue moon of his eclipsing the grand sun of Tartak cutting short the shining blessings that blast the barren home of Orokin and offering them shade. The Onyx snakes would usually borrow to escape the new and harsh sun. But every so often the new life would dance in the shade of the eclipse. Bearing witness to the creations around them it isn't long before the dark scale snakes began cherishing the blessings of Cymnoz. Those who watch the world witness the Orokin sacrifice themselves and prostrate under the sun to crude mud and stone statues of a robed figure. For days they writhe and hiss suffering before Cæza-Vilegōl-īnegst chose to gift them death. The slither of cosmic energy that resounds within their miniscule souls returning to whence it had come.
