Disan (1st Moon)
To Niyarashi, Disan's obsession with plagues feels like a corruption of creation itself. He dismisses diseases as crude imitations of true magic. Yet he admits — grudgingly — that Disan's work lingers with terrifying permanence.
Hayasa (2nd Moon)
Chains, prisons, judgment — everything Niyarashi despises. He views Hayasa as suffocating order, the very opposite of freedom. Still, he respects his conviction, even if he will never bow to it.
Askede (3rd Moon)
Askede's silence unsettles him, though her relics fascinate him. He often wonders how his magic could intertwine with her weapons, but he knows she sees him as reckless and undisciplined.
Natabut (5th Moon)
His older brother — both his shield and his shadow. Niyarashi feels crushing guilt for the punishment Natabut carried in his stead. He loves him fiercely but fears his judgment more than any god's.
Loire (6th Moon)
Loire's hollow creations disturb him. To Niyarashi, bodies without souls are vessels without magic. Yet he respects the fear they inspire — fear itself is a current he can shape into spellcraft.
Barata (7th Moon)
Barata's slumbering presence infuriates him. Magic is motion, chaos, endless change — and Barata is stillness made flesh. Yet the overwhelming aura of sleep tempts even him, and that weakness shames him.
Sataku (8th Moon)
He reveres Sataku's power to forge universes. In her, he sees the ultimate act of creation. He dreams of one day weaving magic through a newborn universe — though he suspects she finds his ambitions childish.
Fune (9th Moon)
In life, she once saw him, though he never knew. In godhood, her dominion over liquid fascinates him. He views her as balance — water tempers fire, flow tempers chaos. Yet he senses judgment in her eyes, and it unsettles him.
Futika (10th Moon)
Destruction without restraint. To Niyarashi, Futika embodies what magic becomes when torn from control — raw, violent collapse. He fears her, but also envies her simplicity.
Asrade (11th Moon)
He respects her deeply. Souls, to him, are the vessels that magic longs to inhabit. Without her, his creations would remain hollow currents with nowhere to flow.
Inaroth (12th Moon)
Her command of time and space terrifies him. Even magic bends before her flow. He envies her authority but avoids her gaze, knowing she sees through every defiance he tries to hide.