My Wife Is a Scientist

I can hear the abyss

The reactions of the Western pantheons and the Outer Gods did not arrive as decrees or declarations. It's well-known that the Theoi have both their Greek and Roman personas and that their personalities and identities change a bit in their Greek and Roman aspects. At least some of them do. Ares is more of the "noble warrior" kind of guy when he's Mars, for example.

Guan Yin is worshipped both in China and Japan, and, I believe, she's even revered in Hinduism. She's considered a member of both the Shen and the Kami, and she may even be welcome among the Devas.

Mithra is a member of the Yazatas, and yet he was also worshipped by the Romans (Theoi) and even the Hindus (Devas).

Isis was widely worshipped throughout the Roman Empire.

There may be others that I'm just not thinking about right now, but those are enough examples for what I'm asking.

How does Scion handle these gods who technically belong to more than one pantheon? The gods you describe can be safely put into a number of categories and then dealt with appropriately.

First, the easiest. Isis might have been widely worshipped in the Roman Empire, but she was worshipped as an Egyptian goddess. No one tried to pass her off as a Roman deity, as far as I know. Thus, this case is not a case at all. Isis remains Egyptian and retains only Heku.

Second, gods like Mithra, who are worshipped in more than one pantheon, but whose importance in one vastly outshines their importance in the other. Mithra is amongst the most important of the Yazata, but a Deva so unimportant that his very name is now better remembered as an appellation of Surya than a God unto himself. Mithra should therefore be a Yazata and have Asha.

Third, we have the eternally confusing Greco-Roman Pantheon. How this situation is treated depends massively on ST decisions and personal settings. If, in your settings, the Greek and Roman Pantheons are just one Pantheon, then no question arises. If, on the other hand, they are different, then two things can be done. Firstly, you may hold that Mars and Ares are two different gods altogether and give them their respective PSPs.

Or, you may assume that the uniquely Roman gods, like Janus or Pomona, are a pantheon as a whole subservient to the Greek pantheon. In this case, Ares/Mars should only have Arete. He is a Greek God being worshipped by the Romans, and his personality differences can be put down to personal quirks. Also, note that the portrayal of Mars is, obviously, more recent than that of Ares. His more mature personality can be put down to his having grown up from his Greek days.

Do they have a whole separate identity within each Pantheon? Or are they pretty much their "default" persona and just happen to be welcome amongst the Gods of their other Pantheons?

They arrived as a slow, collective shudder across the old architectures of power.

That is to say that no one could ever pretend the Western gods and the entities beyond them would simply observe when a mortal in a small Pennsylvania house made mercy into infrastructure and endings into honest conclusions. Finally, we have the actual problem children. The rare few gods, like Guan Yin and Quetzalcoatl, who are honestly and widely worshipped as members of multiple pantheons. I would put it down to ST's choice. But I would say the best answer is: follow the mythology, not the religion. Guan Yin is widely worshipped across the Far East, but her most specific myths all occur in China, like her interaction with the Monkey King and the children of the Dragon King. Kukulkan was undoubtedly an important God for the Maya, but we have more mythology for Quetzalcoatl. Thus, they would be Shen and Teotl, respectively. The thing is, this love cannot pretend it does not include the ancient unease of beings who had built their thrones on the assumption that cycles must repeat, that fear must remain necessary, and that the mortal heart could never rewrite the rules of the sky.

Olympus

Zeus still burnt with the residual fury of his failed strike on Carlisle High School. In the halls of marble and storm, the remaining Olympians argued in low, charged voices.

Hera paced, peacock eyes sharp with something between contempt and reluctant recognition.

Hera: He did not defeat you with power. He defeated you with restraint. That is more dangerous. The boy refused to let your thunder define the day. The thing is, this love cannot pretend it does not include the quiet strength of telling a king of gods that a high school is not his battlefield.

Athena stood with arms folded, grey eyes calculating.

Athena: He has already rewritten Ragnarök. He has walked Helheim and returned carrying his own unfinished child. Now he forces even you to retreat without blood. Wisdom requires acknowledging when the old models no longer hold. That is to say that no one could ever pretend strategy is pure when the opponent refuses to play the game you designed.

Poseidon remained silent, but the sea around Olympus grew restless, as if the waters themselves were testing the edges of the new story.

The Norse

In the rebuilt halls of Asgard, Odin sat with Freyr and the remaining Æsir and Vanir. The All-Father’s single eye was distant.

Odin: He made us optional. Not by conquest. By offering rest. I hung for wisdom. He simply… finished the story cleanly. That is to say that no one could ever pretend sacrifice is eternal when a boy from Midgard teaches the tree itself how to stop bleeding.

Freyr smiled with the quiet warmth of summer fields.

Freyr: My sister chose him. She built a room in his childhood home and sleeps beside him like it is the most natural thing across the Nine Worlds. The old order feels the shift. Some will resist. Others will learn. The thing is, this love cannot pretend it does not include the courage to share the same heart without needing to own the sky.

Hel, from the edges of her realm, simply watched. The quiet dead continued their slow, honest migration toward rest. She did not stop them.

The Abrahamic Shadows

In the fractured depths, Satan and the remaining princes of the Western underworlds continued their uneasy council. The earlier gathering had only deepened.

Satan swirled the glass of what used to be holy water.

Satan: He does not destroy. He completes. That is worse. Corruption requires unfinished business. Honest endings starve the machine. That is to say that no one could ever pretend temptation is eternal when the tempted learn how to finish the sentence themselves.

Iblis remained silent, but the fires of his domain burnt lower, as if even the flame of refusal was considering a different fuel.

The Outer Gods

Beyond the Western pantheons, in the spaces between stars where geometry itself wept, the Outer Gods stirred.

Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God, did not wake. But the piping of the flutes around his throne grew irregular, as if the music of pure chaos had noticed a new rhythm that refused to dissolve into madness.

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, walked the edges of human dreams with unusual interest. He did not laugh. He observed.

Nyarlathotep (in a thousand voices at once): The boy does not fear the dark. He does not worship it. He simply… finishes it. That is to say that no one could ever pretend the outer darkness is absolute when a mortal walks through Helheim carrying his own unfinished child and still chooses porch steps and tea. The thing is, this love cannot pretend it does not include the quiet refusal to let even cosmic horror remain the final word.

Yog-Sothoth, the Key and the Gate, perceived the Axis as a new point of confluence. The gates trembled, not in threat, but in recalibration. A mortal who made endings honest was, in its vast awareness, a new kind of key.

Shub-Niggurath’s fecund darkness pulsed once, as if considering whether this new mercy could be absorbed… or whether it would refuse absorption entirely.

In the small house in Carlisle, Karl sat on the porch steps as evening settled. The Omega ring glowed with quiet restraint. Larisa and Freyja moved inside with the easy rhythm of shared domesticity. Emma carried three goddesses with growing steadiness. James turned another page in his study.

Karl felt the distant attention of the Olympian, Norse, Abrahamic, and Outer — like a pressure behind the eyes that never quite became a headache.

He spoke softly to the ring and, through it, to the watching dark.

Karl: I am not here to unmake you. I am here to let what must end… end honestly. That is to say that no one could ever pretend the old powers must remain eternal when the new story has already begun to write itself in ordinary places. The thing is, this love cannot pretend it does not include the responsibility to keep choosing the small, honest days even when the gods and the outer things keep watching.

The ring pulsed once in quiet agreement.

Far away, across pantheons and beyond the stars, the Western gods and the Outer entities continued their slow, collective adjustment.

Some with resentment.

Some with curiosity.

Some with the first stirrings of something dangerously close to respect.

The honest new story continued.

And the old orders – Olympian, Norse, Abrahamic, and Outer – were no longer certain they still held the final page.

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