Ever since us humans reached for the stars, colonizing planets took time. So we needed a lot of hands. so we did what we did best, multiply.
So you’re telling me this is the fury of only seven divine gods?
Would you like to taste 15 trillion? -- Anon Guest
They say faith can move mountains. The better tools are picks, shovels, and determination. That said, belief is still a fantastic power. The wrath of the gods is nothing compared to the wrath of their worshippers.
For every need, for every unpredictable thing, Humanity invented gods that could intervene.
The stars had always earned wonder, and in combination with wanderlust, they gained colonies when Humanity learned how to get there. They took their faiths with them. Made new ones. Made multiples of new ones. Humans are a creative bunch, they never stop making things.
Real or imagined.
Names alter. Lore alters. Stories change. Old gods mutate into new ones, and yet still remain. Of the few laws they all have in common, one is, thou shalt defend thy home from thy enemies. Paraphrased of course.
So when the Covenant of Eer declared the Humans to be heretical enemies of their seven gods, the Humans were understandably miffed. They were even more upset when they learned that Eer had warranted them worthy of complete extermination.
The universal reaction to this news boiled down to, "Seven gods. Cute. We have millions."
And then they went to war.
Nobody does holy war like the Humans. They once fought for three centuries over the placement of a single dot, and that was before they reached industrialisation. Holy war only got more intense and vile after that.
It took sincere effort from the Galactic Alliance to not only achieve peace, but to convince the Humans to allow Eer to live.
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