11.7.9 NERAEOS, GOD OF THE SEA

From a baptism of blood and sanctioned by Logosian Decree reigns Neraeos, God of the Sea, a fractious and fickle enigma to mirror the Tides He rules. Crowned in the crucible of Divine Patricide, by succession of Father to Son does He preside over the primordial oceans of Creation, an existence of guises to reflect a frenetic dominion knowing neither stasis nor surcease.

Upon the Unfathomed Throne sits the Emperor Pelagia, God and Sovereign over all He surveys. Across a hundred battlefields marches Fylakas, the Warrior, His brazen heart at once yearning for glorious deed and gratuitous plunder. And in all things there exists too the touch of Okeanos, the Wanderer and Warden and essence of boundless possibility, a bounty of adventure unconstrained. Yet it is in temples beyond count upon worlds innumerable that He claims the devotion of His people by sacrifice and by prayer: desperate hopes cast into ever-hungering depths wherein the God-King's whim and word becomes sacred law.

The Imperial Charter, holy edict of Neraeos and foundational decree of the Empire of Thalassa, commands not merely obedience but a life intrinsically devoted to His will embodied in all things. Adherents are sworn to portend the inexorable ascendancy of His dominion to encompass Creation entire, their unequivocal charge one of unrelenting Expansion by any means necessary. Unrestrained Passion is the onrushing tide to sweep away any obstacle, for to feel is to believe, and to believe is to conquer. Such Pride dwells in depths to drown the nonbeliever, for the Sea brooks neither challenge nor offered apology for the inevitable. And Might is the whirlpool from which there is no escape, for His triumph is borne ever forward upon the currents of Destiny.

It is the Duty of His Imperial citizens to exemplify these virtues wheresoever they tread. Woe be upon the Landwalker, for His faithful are unequivocal in word, deed, and desire. Their path clear, their course preordained, within the coral halls of Scyrian Prophetica fate speaks with one voice from a hundred lips to foretell a culmination: their Lord no mere God or God-King, but the Ruler of Creation in truth.