Agvustu
“One who deceives everyone shall attain godhood.”
Out of the fourteen planets the Sun birthed, Agvustu was the grandest. Lush forests filled the lands, leaving no barren soil untouched. And in those woods, tiny fairies fluttered their butterfly wings. They bathed in the morning dew, feasted on wild berries, shrooms and crickets, and lazed in the groves, unaware of the planetary task for godhood. One fae, Pom Popom, lay sprawled on a branch, yawning. “Boooooring...” he crossed his arms and huffed. He'd already slipped Pim Pim's hat in Bi Bip's sack, watching gleefully as the two brawled in the sky, or whispered gossip in Tu Turu's ear, snickering as tears filled her eyes. Countless tricks and treacheries, yet nothing felt enough.
And one day, Pom Popom's eyes gleamed. “I am a god!” he exclaimed. With a puffed chest, he trotted, gathering followers in promises of endless strawberries and yet to be seen bliss. Grander and grander feats spread throughout the woods, turning heads of curious folk.
“He learned from the rivers!”
“He spoke with the fallen!”
“He danced with the stars!”
Fae across the oceans went on pilgrimages, gifting precious flowers, dazzling robes and rare fruits to Pom Popom. Some scoffed at the self-proclaimed deity, but his silver tongue slithered through their minds and warmed their hearts. And so, after hard work and the loveliest of lies, every fairy on planet Agvustu bowed to God Pom Popom.
And one day, Pom Popom's eyes gleamed. “I am a god!” he exclaimed. With a puffed chest, he trotted, gathering followers in promises of endless strawberries and yet to be seen bliss. Grander and grander feats spread throughout the woods, turning heads of curious folk.
“He learned from the rivers!”
“He spoke with the fallen!”
“He danced with the stars!”
Fae across the oceans went on pilgrimages, gifting precious flowers, dazzling robes and rare fruits to Pom Popom. Some scoffed at the self-proclaimed deity, but his silver tongue slithered through their minds and warmed their hearts. And so, after hard work and the loveliest of lies, every fairy on planet Agvustu bowed to God Pom Popom.
Dissatisfied with how effortlessly Pom Popom tricked everyone, the Sun brought Agvustu close and stared down at the planet. Pom Popom puffed his cheeks, then huffed, trotted atop a nearby hill, looked at Shemokmedi's face and pointed. “That's it, you are done!”
The Sun's impassive face shifted. Could this itsy-bitsy fairy harm it? The idea was foolish, absurd, unimaginable, yet, for a split second, Shemokmedi felt a tinge of fear.
And so, the Sun laughed.
Immediately after, an earthquake shook the planet. An enormous, long-necked creature emerged from the depths, its human face staring at Pom Popom. The fairy puffed his chest, and with utmost confidence began, “Did you know—” But his tale was cut short as the planet crumbled. Pom Popom stuck out his tongue at the monster, looked into its eyes, gained its vast knowledge, and ascended into the eighth god, Agvustu.
Relationship With Shemokmedi
Agvustu finds the Sun hilarious and wants to trick it at least once more. He is curious to learn why Shemokmedi and Sheutsnobeli are at each other’s throats, and how to annoy the Sun further.
Physical Description
Agvustu is a small fairy with vivid, bushy ginger hair and an upturned beard. Pointy hair tufts cover his elbows and ears, while long eyebrows spring up like antennae. Large blue and purple butterfly wings emerge from his back and ankles, sprinkled with red lines and dots.
As Pom Popom, he enjoyed the breeze, and wore little to no clothing.
As Pom Popom, he enjoyed the breeze, and wore little to no clothing.
The Eighth God can manifest a human-sized body. In this form, his hair is longer and slicked back, while the folded wings act as a cloak. After hearing the fifth god Maya's story of a trickster fox, Agvustu donned a fluffy fox pelt around his neck, much to Maya's annoyance.
The Eighth God hides his eyes behind pointy purple glasses, yet his toothy grin shines light on his impish nature.
The Eighth God hides his eyes behind pointy purple glasses, yet his toothy grin shines light on his impish nature.
A Playground
The Eighth God grew bored following his home’s destruction. But the last surviving planet, Ayonerra, piqued his interest. The perpetual conflicts between various god-made people, Med’Hea and the Sun’s stalemate, a yet unfulfilled planetary task, and other looming threats made Ayonerra a planet-scale resort for Agvustu.The Eighth God duplicated himself into thousands of fairies, each sharing a single mind, and spread across the lands. He whispers intrusive thoughts to people, ignites sizzling resentments, from gossip and scruffle to blood-filled wars, Agvustu takes in each curse, punch or struggle with glee. As the conflict settles, everyone remembers someone starting the fight, someone they all knew, yet someone no one recalls.
To Shoo the Fox
The Eighth God frequently plays tricks with fellow gods, finding joy in their irritation. Some say he snatches items from the second god Fobroah's sack, but once, Fobroah caught one fairy and tossed him in the bag. Yet Agvustu cheerfully fluttered his wings, promising imprisoned folk freedom and snickering at their hopeful pleas.Many blame Agvustu for stealing household items, pulling on livestock tails to giggle at their bleating, or snatching thoughts from people’s minds and laughing as they forget what they were doing. Some Zarzman grandparents say if you pluck a fairy's ginger hair strand, he will be forced into servitude, until he reclaims the stolen hair. In Skneli and Divider, when suspecting a deceit, many exclaim “Pom Popom, you lie!”.
During the Month of Agvustu, many villagers place charms outside the doors of homes and livestock sheds to deter the fairies’ entrance. In Vinwardisi and neighbouring regions, Goddess Maya is viewed as a protector against the trickster god, as she has outsmarted a sleazy fox once before. Families carve charms from oak branches and hang them atop the gates, and some sprinkle flower petals around the fence while evoking Maya’s name. On certain Divider islands, people don’t work during the month’s first and final day, believing Agvustu will ruin all their efforts.
God, I hate this bastard XD And why make him so fashionable??? I love the detail that some cultures called upon Maya to deal with Agvustu because she's once dealt with a trickster fox, and the eighth god is associated with foxes :D
Thank you! He's such a diva.