I did a very brief one shot around the idea of Endbringer worship being something with tangible results.It's an idea I really like, exploring the fucked upedness of a world where what are basically gods have touched down and started smiting shit. And you can worship them to be spared their wrath, but that too comes with consequences.It almost reminds me of Chaos from Warhammer.Behemoth, as the Iconoclast. Followers seek strength of all kinds, seeking to reforge themselves into something greater. Whatever strength they seek, as long as they are worthy, they will find it. Behemoth is he who helps the lame man to walk, and the slave to strike down their master. But power is a give and take. Maintaining favor requires conquest. As Behemoth breaks mortal heroes, his followers must prove themselves through constant, unfaltering devotion, and must cast down all false icons. There is no true power in the world but power itself. Law, order, ideology, morality, these are limits on power. Those who enforce them are enemies to Behemoth. Let the fire take them all. Behemoth worshippers run the gamut from anarchists to cop killers to cape killere. Authority figures are their targets, and many a promising hero has found themselves cut down by the Cult of the Flame.Leviathan, the Despoiler. We will all die some day. Our cities are sand castles. Everything we build will someday fall to ruin. Levites pledge to be as free and ever flowing as the seas, bending with life's trials and tribulations, and secure in the knowledge that life is utterly meaningless. Throw away all responsibilities and obligations and live freely. Levites will find themselves unfettered in all ways, so long as they remember the one tenant of their god: Wash It Away. All of man's constructions and constraints are an affront to Leviathan. Levites must do their part to sabotage and ruin every structure around them. This can mean anything from breaking windows and graffitiing walls, to blowing up a power plant or poisoning a water source. As Behemoth breaks men, Leviathan breaks cities. Levites are the insidious threat, gnawing away at the infrastructure that mankind clings to.Simurgh, the Oracle. All life has a meaning and a purpose. We are cogs in the world machine, and every action has an equal and opposite reaction, even if we don't always realize it. Followers find solace in a grand sense of meaning, knowing that they are exactly where they need to be to serve their goddess. Things tend to go right for them. They are lucky, unnaturally so, though this good fortune has a way of displacing misfortune onto those around them. Flashes of insight or prophetic dreams may show them the way to find what they need. These boons come with a simple price. Obey the Simurgh. Followers of the Winged One must make pilgrimage to hear her song, so they may better serve her path. While many are simple time bombs, others are not. Priests of the Simurgh have heard her song so long that they are little more than extensions of her will. They're seen most often pulling the strings of their own atrocities, or freeing her chosen from quarantine zones.Tyoing this on a phone is a pain in the butt... I'll do Khonsu and Tohu/Bohu if I remember.