His mental state too deteriorated, roaches spread from his brain to his scalp to his other organs. His personality, morals, and desires grew more detached from who he once was. 

With his new conviction, he threw out the title of Order and began going by the name of Beelzebub to his followers.

As he fell into the groove of godhood, he too fell into increasingly destructive methods of dealing with his unfortunate circumstances. From alcohol to drugs to near constant flings, he had dove off the deep end. In the process he wound up befriending one of the men he'd slept with- a heretic named Keith. 

Only 11 years before tragedy would strike, Solomon abandoned Keith- abruptly cutting off any and all contact with no explanation. In truth it was simply because he'd grown too attached- he was scared. Only 1 year later his carelessness would catch up to him when he found himself shoved into fatherhood after a hook up. He did his best to parent his child whilst hiding it from the other gods- but his efforts would be cut short.

As his power grew stronger than those of his fellow gods and his follower base grew and grew, his reach and impact on the people and lands encroached more and more, his achievements caught the eye of the fellow god Scalene. Both fearful and envious of his status, she hatched a plan to kill him in order to prevent further damage- roping the other gods in rather unwillingly. 

The fight didn't go as planned- all the gods having sorely underestimated the severity of the threat Solomon posed. Though weakened from the fight, Solomon managed to take down Scalene before being felled himself. With Scalene dead, the other gods couldn't bring themselves to finish what she had started.

Feeling like there was no other choice, Solomon was imprisoned in a pocket dimension between life and death- kept prisoner in his void. Days later a prophecy appeared to the God of War- fortelling his inevitable return. Chaos itself can't be container forever. He bided his time. 

500 years after his imprisonment, the fated vessel was sent right to his void- a small black rat. Emparting his crown onto the rodent, he impatiently waited for his time to come.

When it was time to release him, to kill his vessel to free himself- the rat refused. Enraged by their refusal, a fight of titans ensued- Ratil arising victorious. Solomon was taken back to the cult- barely alive after 500 years being left to rot, wounds festering and seldom granted food or water. 

It took months for him to recover- as much as he could that is, and once he did, he vowed to make everyone pay who wronged him. In the process, he reconnected with a familar face he'd been sent to live with.

From 16-21, he learned how to live a semblance of a normal life in the village, only travelling when supplies were needed; otherwise, he spent his time helping around the village, learning basic skills, including how to cook - something they especially took pride in. They grew close with the other villagers, learning what it's like to have a family of their own, and their bond with 3 of them grew even stronger past that.

At 21, he returned from a supply trip to find the village burned to the ground, with some of the houses and nearby trees still smouldering. He pulled each corpse from the wreckage, burying them in a mass grave in a clearing before leaving, vowing to find whoever did this. He spent a few days travelling, and with each village he passed through, he heard whispers of similar events happening. He met up with 4 other heretics - Solomon, Nymph, Scalene and Ubathi - who shared a common goal with him: to rid the world of the tyrant God of Apocalypse, Kali.

In the beginning of their crusade, Safari was full of simmering rage and mourning, vowing to never move past the memory of the tragedy until Kali was brought to reckoning, and that they would stop at nothing to ensure that day comes to light. The once compassionate child who was eager to learn had become cold and angry towards the world. 

He was now brash towards the others in his group, often choosing not to listen to reasoning before doing something that could get themselves or the others hurt. But, as time passed, they naturally grew to live with the pain and began to almost see the others as family.

Despite the odds, the 5 of them rose victorious against Kali, each inherenting a fraction of her powers upon her defeat, ascending to Godhood. He was named the God of War and Knowledge. He immediatley set off in search of an area to call his own - to spread his influence and power to the masses; to form a cult under his name.

He settled down in a barren desert, and over time, his power seeped into the very earth, bending the sands to his will. It took a bit for them to adjust to their powers - the visions that plagued their sleep; hearing, seeing, knowing everything in their vicinity. Every new person they met was a new influx of information, but he quickly learned to take it all in stride towards building the familial connections he desired from his cult.

While she actively prevented most cultists from other domains from entering the Amythest Desert, she welcomed a select few - mostly, those who had something to offer her cult, which included heretic traders and vendors. Some heretics were allowed to settle down in the areas around the cult - these usually consited of groups who had lived in or around the Desert proir to her reign.

As the God of War and Knowledge, they now view the world in a wider perspecive, as nothing can be easily hidden from them - not thoughts, feelings, memories or motives. They have long since come to terms with the deaths of their family, and take pride in working towards growing their current family - the Cult of War. 

She is nowadays more inclined to watch from the sidelines, but will step in if something happens that could cause harm to those she cares about. However, he would never turn down an oppurtunity to teach or give advice to his cultists, and takes pride in offering sparring matches to further the skills of his underlings, so that they can be of benefit to him in the future.

After the chaining of Solomon, the figure who had plagued their visions, bringing ruin to the cults finally became clear- a lone rat, a vessel of Solomon's power. He took charge of the extermination of the rats, making a show of it in the name of entertaining their followers. When it came time to cull the final rat, she did just that, tormenting the creature until it's final breath, all in the name of stopping the rise of Solomon again.

Eventully, despite their best efforts, every vision had played out exactly as fate had laid it before them. Soon, their cult was breached by that same rat. Upon facing off against them, Safari entered his eldritch form for the first time- he had never been pushed so far before, but now, his family was gone, his home destroyed, and he was not going to let this vermin win. But, that anger and hastiness was what brought his defeat- caught off guard, Ratil struck through his back, dealing the final blow. 

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Weeks go by as they struggle to exist in this new reality, taking care of a kid they never expected to raise alone. All they had now was the distant sympathy of the cult and Totsy, their only tether to life itself. It took the fear of letting them all down even further to at least try and regain some sense of normalcy. So Prayter set out once again to gather, but each trip paled in comparison to the quests of the past to their dismay. All but one.

It was a summer night when they stumbled upon the otherworldly ruins, with its piles of bizarre trinkets and fleshy manaquins. Wonder got the best of them as they explored the contents of this oasis, soon finding a relic that peaked their interest. A black tail with a white eye on it, resting in a glass case. Prayter took it out of this container and, in a moment of curiosity, held it up to their tail stump. Instantly white hot pain shot through their entire being, all originating from the stump as the relic latched on, connecting itself to replace what was once lost. 

After escaping the collector of these oddities with the tail now attached to them and returning home, life surprisingly started taking a turn for the better.  Prayter's mood improved, they had more energy, they even seemed to have better awareness of their surroundings when it came to their job. Things were finally starting to feel okay again, all thanks to the newfound motivation that came with their new tail. 

It was at that point when the God Safari had offered them the role of Priest, after seeing how much they've improved since the accident. With the God's honing, they'd be made an example of what every follower of War should strive to be, a warrior through loss and hardship. Prayter accepted the offer, and after passing through the standard trials they were officially declared a Priest of War. But with this new chapter an unexpected revelation was made.

As it turns out Prayter's new tail was far more than a simple boost in morale, having revealed itself to be sentient and capable of moving on its own in the Priest trials. It's the reason they had even passed the final trial in general and while Prayter was certainly caught off guard, they find themself more grateful than anything. It helped them get to this point, and with that aid a partnership blossomed. Two minds working as one to provide for the home they loved and the people that depended on them. For some time the two were the powerful duo that they aspired to be, until things started getting weird, until things started getting worse.

They find themself starting to develop a case of sleepwalk, occasionally coming to in a random spot around the cult, waking up in the morning covered in sand and nature, finding themself sitting at the foot of Totsy's bed in the middle of the night. The cases get more bizarre by the day, as does Prayter's cravings. What was once a balanced diet has shifted to focus primarily on meat and flesh over time. It doesn't bother them too much though, with Prayter reasoning  that it must simply be a change that comes with the divinity being a Priest.

It all comes to a head when escorting a pilgrim they encountered while gathering to the War Cult. Prayter fell asleep and when they snap awake they find themself kneeling over the pilgrim's dead body, covered in blood with the corpse's heart in their stomach. The tail stares at them uncaring in their horror, and the truth of the matter comes to the cat.

The Tail was influencing them all along. The mood shifts, the cravings, the sleepwalking, all of it was a means to testing out their body as it grew stronger, as it's ability to control Prayter grew more consistent. It weaponized them and now they have to clean up the mess it made.

This begins a new chapter for the two where Prayter has to deal with the Tail's antics, waking up nearly every day with some new scenario the Tail put them in whilst they were unconscious. Sometimes it's murder, other times it's acting weirdly around followers that are up late into the night, but all of it is tiring to the cat. Close call after close call, the weight of innocent death heavy like stone, it builds up until they simply can't take it anymore.

Prayter tries to cut the tail off one evening and to their suprise their muscles lock involuntarily, stopping the blade mere inches away from the Tail's flesh. It can control them in some way even while awake, and it looks *mad*. Prayter drops the knife and the muscles relax, but the tension doesn't go away. They've both shown their true intentions and now Prayter knows their time is running out.

In a last act of defiance against their parasite Prayter takes Totsy and runs, making their way to the Chaos cult far off from the Amethyst Desert. They can only hope that Totsy can live a happier life away from their soon to be dangerous self, as they leave their child at the entrance of the God-less town. Prayter goes back home as their body starts to feel heavier and heavier, sitting down one last time as the Tail rips control away from them.

Decades go by with Prayter tucked away deep in the body's mind, with the Tail running the ship as it learns to fight and act like a person. Until one fateful day when Totsy returns to them much older than before, and with a crown-bearing child of his own. The two fight valiantly against the Tail, and with the help of a reinvigorated Prayter from within manage to finally cut the cursed relic from the cat's body.

 Separated once more, Prayter is free to live in their own being, changed forever in mind and physicality but still the same soul from all those years prior. They live now in Ratil's cult working once again as a simple gatherer, trying to recover what's left of themself from their time with the Tail. They have a long road ahead of them, but they have their family to support them through and that's all they could ask for.