Swiftly and dangerously.

You can't do very much, but as you watch, the two Titans of War, one all cleanliness and sanity, the other made of muck and madness, close and come to blows. You shortly realize why The Gods are confined to the use of avatars drawn from among thier spheres or clergyfolk on Aluvia, because if the forces both of these people are whiping about were unleashed there, entire servers would sunder, melt, and shatter from the power spilling out in all directions from this conflict. Gravity, light, darkness, even Time itself; all are just more weapons for the two to hurl at each other.

As you watch the battle continue, you come to realize that the strange voice which speaks in RED is all of the worst parts of yourself made into a separate being, and that, should he win against the seraphim, you are surely next. To forestall this inevitable Doom you begin to siphon some of the divine essence that this creature is feeding on into safe storage inside your few existing worshipers, hopefully it will make it possible for the seraphim to best him.

At first it appears to be having no effect on either the involuntarily donator or the recipients, save that the recipients are gaining Experience at a ridiculous rate, but then the darker version of you starts to flag and tire. He momentarily takes his eyes away from his opponent to try to cut off your access to the power reserves of the divine essence you share, but this is all the opening that the Seraphim needs to deliver a knockout blow that shatters his essence.

Yet, as he shatters, you feel yourself shattering along with him, and in a final **** attempt to survive, push as much of your essential "you-ness" as you can Into a tightly preserved ball inside your high-priestess uterus...