Ulgan, Lord of Death and Decay
Ulgan turns to face the quiet god, as ever unsure of what to make of it "But of course,"
he replied "I do not speak of ending cooperation between gods, the contributions of one god to another's creation, if allowed, can give rise to something greater. This I expect you to know well enough, and I do believe your intention on Gaia to be noble ones."
"I speak merely of preventing other gods from forcing their wills upon Gaia, disregarding those of their fellow god. Is that such an unreasonable desire?"
"As for you,"
Ulgan turns once more to Vitos, "I had not been expecting to be taken as some kind of mongrel, some scoundrel. You wound me."
he said as he dragged his open palm across his face, opening cuts and gashes from which a heavy black smoke billows. "It is your hatred that blinds you Vitos, you see me as only some kind of monster, and nothing I can say or do will change that."
Ulgan pauses, once more he passes his palm along his scarred visage, this time his wounds close, his boils and rashes disappear and gone is the corpse-like pallor from his skin "I desire no crown over any of the other gods, crowns are heavy, and those that bear them live a pointless struggle to keep them, I only wish to be able to make and unmake in some corner of Gaia in peace from the battles and machinations of other gods. I do not wish for Gaia herself to turn into some prize a foolish god hopes to win..."
Ulgan turns to face away from his accuser, as he turns again, his appearance has returned to that of a familiar putrescent carcass "and yet you ascribe to me low treachery. You may be able to heal rifts in the body, but it is sad to see that rifts in the mind are beyond even your powers. I understand we stand at opposite ends of the proverbial table, but it does not have to be this way, you seem content to vanquish me from this world too, how is it that you do not see that for one of us to destroy the other would be the end for us both?"