[ WP ] You are a minor diety , recently ascended to Godhood and granted a small pocket dimension to shape as you see fit . Who are you ? How do you craft your home ?

If mortal eyes saw my realm, they would probably think they were in Hell. It was n't really their fault; they had a very limited idea of what Hell was like. They had n't been raised knowing that Hell was designed by our own beliefs, that when we chose our gods, we chose our afterlife. They had n't set foot in a single hell dimension, and never would until the day they died, but I had set foot in dozens, so I could n't blame them if they mistook my realm for Hell. At least half of all the hells I had seen or even knew about were consumed in flames. 
 
 But my realm was not Hell, or any variation of Hell. When you were born of fire and destined to bathe the world in your all-consuming flames, what else would your plane be? My form was wreathed in fire, and so was my world. Only the shimmering edges, the incomprehensible lines, the forms shaped from mathematics I could barely pretend to understand, gave shape to my surroundings. What was n't burning was all points, glimmering in the imagined heat of sourceless fire, shifting as I see fit to form geometries not of my home world. 
 
 Though my once human mind can not wrap around the complexities of non-Euclidean geometry, I inherently understand it. Where I was limited in my mortal form, I am now only as finite as I will myself to be, and it is easy to lose my godly form, flaming silver edges only vaguely resembling a human woman, to the chaos that is my new world's fire. In my fire, I am infinite, connected to every fire that burns in existence. Fire-sight extends me through space, to every burning point in reality, from comets to the smallest of sparks. I wink in and out of space and time and fires burst into life and smolder into death. Unlike the few gods I consider friends, I have always known I was meant for this, and only I truly revel in my domain. 
 
 Like many modern gods, I was once human, limited in form and power. Unlike many modern gods, I was raised to know my potential. My birth was prophesied, my existence spoken about in hushed whispers for centuries. Madness had touched my ancestors, showing them the true nature of the gods beyond time, who held no more love for humanity than humanity held for bacteria, and in that madness they found devotion. Many sects formed and split off through time, and centuries passed with fervent but fruitless worship, and the Old Gods and their worshipers alike waited. Others like me were born, some to the devout and some to random people, but few survived past birth, let alone to godhood. Unlike those unfortunate ones, I was meant to exist, and in a passionate, maddening night of fire, I was conceived. My mother, a devoted follower of the flames, was utterly wrecked by this consummation, driven mad by my father's form and scarred by his flames. 
 
 For me, godhood was hard won. Others, born of less harsh pantheons, sought to destroy the world or to shape it to their liking, but that is my duty alone, and none would wrest it from my grasp. Alongside great warriors of lesser gods, with fire and blades, I fought to save the world that I may one day destroy. Time and again, I focused my madness and honed my blade on the bones of those who would waste my world prematurely. For the good deed of preventing the world's end, we were elevated from infinitesimal humanity to boundless godhood, and I was unwittingly granted the power I require to burn the human pestilence from earth. 
 
 Destruction is my very nature. Gods, by the very ichor that powers us, are bound to our natures. Whereas mortals may choose to grow and change, we are molded to the roles chosen for us by powers beyond even our control. Some gods tire of it over time, growing weary of making love or waging war, but I have not grown weary of destruction yet. My realm is crafted of horror and fire; any human mind that attempted to perceive it would surely see Hell, though no place has ever felt more like home to me. 
 
 I am Ala-Drexta, Scion of Cthuga, the All-Consuming Flame, the Bedlam Blades, the goddess of Uncontrollable Fire, and one day, I may destroy the human world.
