Domik is the youngest of the patron gods, and is the god of the Were.

According to mythology, Domik is half-god, half-demon; he is the son of the Demon Lord and Juma. Domik was jealous of his half-siblings; Aghelo and Shayna, and angry with Usri, and so took Changers, Humans, and lek’re and twisted them into the Were. He was unable to alter Wing People, but is satisfied with killing them. Domik has a particularly strong grudge against Shayna, and the two of them are almost constantly fighting.

Domik is only worshiped by the Were, and not necessarily all of them – many Were hate what they are and worship Usri instead.

Depictions of Domik show him as a man with black hair and eyes. He is a shape-shifter, and is often shown as a black wolf, a black owl, or a black snake. The moon is associated with Domik, since his children shift shape during the full moon. It is sometimes called “Domik’s Eye”.

During the Necromancer war, Domik appeared and swallowed the sun for a time. He also summoned the Were to his aid, gifting those who obeyed, and punishing those who did not.

Stories and Legends About Domik

Creation of Domik and the Were

In days of old, when the old empire of the Lek’re ruled the land and the kingdoms of the Sea People ruled the ocean, great evil was loosed upon the world. The demon lord, a being of dark power and great strength, found the power to leave the hells. However, despite his power, he greatly feared the gods, and sought a way to do them harm without having to fight them all at once. So he clothed himself in illusion and false vision, and came to Juma, the wife of Usri. She fell under his spell, and believing that he was Usri, joined with him. Too late she realized her mistake, and from this joining, a new god was born. He was half god and half demon, and born of ill will, falsehood, and a borrowed form. His name was Domik, and he was a twisted god, handsome and fearful all at once, with the power of a god and the fury of a demon. Usri, enraged, threw the demon lord back into the hells, but could not seal the way permanently, for the very existence of Domik provided a pathway to the hells. In a rage, Usri cast off Juma, and her cruel son devoured much of her power.

This chaos amongst the gods was matched by the great war of the Lek’re, and all the world was shaken. The old kingdoms fell into ruin, much was lost, and the peoples of the world were scattered. Amidst this devastation, Domik flourished and became strong, warring against the other gods. He saw the creations of the other gods, and wished to create creatures of his own, but despite his attempts, he could not create something purely his own. So, he took the creations of the other gods and tortured and twisted them until he created the Were, a race with the form of Humans and the fury of rabid beasts. Domik made them a poison upon the earth, and thus they would turn those who came into close contact with them. In this way, Domik shall seek dominion over all the earth. And so the power of the hells dwelt upon the earth, and the circle turned.

The Fall of Avanika (See The Tale of Artos)

In the years following the ten days of fire, there was a man named Dreios. He grew up alongside Artos; the man who founded the great city of Avankia. The two were as brothers, and Dreios swore his sword to protect Artos and his city. However, during the tourney held to celebrate the marriage of Artos and Hwyfar, Dreios crossed swords with Gawin, a powerful warrior. Though Dreios fought well, Gawin was stronger, and struck him down, wounding him greatly. For many days, Dreios hovered on the edge of death, and only the careful tending and herb-lore of his mother, Gania, prevented him from passing the gates of sleep. When at last he recovered, he found that Artos has forgiven Gawin of his evils, and granted him a place in Avanika. Dreios was filled with rage that this man who had desired his death had been raised up, and he left the city, vowing that one day he would destroy both Gawin, and Artos as well, for having rewarded him so poorly for his love and faithfulness.

For many years, Dreios wandered alone, angry and broken. Though his wounds had not killed him, he was not truly healed, and he could not walk without limping. Despite his frailty, he pushed himself to practice his swordsmanship each day, and through his determination and his vicious fighting, he drew around himself a band of men and women. They would prey upon small holdfasts and travelers, but stayed away from Avanika, for Dreios knew they were not yet strong enough to face the might of Artos. Soon he was called a warlord, and his band had become a small army; a nation of tents and wagons, moving as locusts across the land. Still, Dreios knew they were not powerful enough, for their weapons were weak, and they had not the power to challenge the great city.

One night, Dreios walked into the woods alone, and as he walked, he came across a great black wolf. The beast stood as tall as a horse, and had one eye red with madness, and one eye pale and glowing. Dreios knew this wolf to be a creature of power, and he knelt before it, saying, “God, spirit, or demon; whatever you may be, I ask of you the power to fight my enemies, and in return, I shall bring glory to you in whatever fashion you desire.” The wolf grinned with madness and spoke, “You ask for power, and I will grant it to you, but to me you shall deliver your entire army, all those who follow you, and I shall make of them monsters to devour the world.” Dreios spoke his agreement, and the wolf snarled and bit him, tearing his flesh asunder. When Dreios again awoke, he was covered with blood, but healed – even his old wound was repaired, and he felt as strong and vital as a youth. The next night, he led his followers into the woods, and the wolf came among them, and they became cursed – changed into were-beasts. Thus armed with claws and fangs, and carrying the curse within their blood, they were an army to be reckoned with, and Dreios at last saw his chance.

Dreios led them towards Avanika, slaying and destroying as they went, until Artos sent a force to meet them, led by Gawin. Dreios retreated his forces, drawing Gawin in, until at last they met in battle. Dreios himself faced Gawin again, and this time he was strong enough to strike Gawin down. However, Dreios yet had a use for Gawin, so he disarmed him, and held him to the ground, saying thus; “As you have perverted all that I loved, so shall you do the same to Artos.” And Dreios used the dark magic of Domik to warp Gawin’s mind. He then retreated, making it seem as though he had been routed. Gawin and his men returned to Avanika, but upon his return, Gawin saw Hwyfar, and greatly desired her. Even as Artos praised his defense of the city, Gawin found himself imagining what would happen if Artos were to perish… surely Hwyfar would turn to him for comfort. The days passed, and Gawin began to spend more time with Hwyfar, and her presence became as a drug to him, addling his mind until he could not bear to be parted from her, nor stand the sight of her with Artos. Gawin rode out from the city, and found Dreios and his army, and said, “I will help you conquer the city, if only you allow me to have Hwyfar when Artos is dead.” And Dreios agreed. On the celebration of the city’s founding, the gates were held open that revelers could come and go, and participate in the great feasts and festivals being held around the city. Gawin arranged for Dreios and many of his men to enter the city, disguised as merchants or entertainers. Dreios himself snuck into the great castle, disguised as a server. When the great feast was held at the castle, Dreios stayed at the lower tables, waiting for his moment. When the night fell, the moon rose with it, and all across the city, Dreios’ men changed forms, and as rabid beasts, they set upon the city, mauling and devouring all who crossed their paths. Dreios himself began to change, but even as the pains wracked his body, he leapt across the room, and attacked Artos. Artos had but a moment to defend himself, and though he plunged his sword into Dreios’ breast, Dreios became a wolf, and tore out Artos’ throat. As chaos descended, Gawin strove to take Hwyfar away, attempting to protect her, but she would not leave Artos’ side. Consumed by the madness of his desire, Gawin grabbed Hwyfar and tried to rape her, but she was a changer, and her animal form was a white doe. In fear and despair, she shifted, kicked Gawin away, and tried to run. Gawin was filled with grief and rage, and vowed that no one else would ever touch her. He ran to one of the towers of the castle, and shot an arrow into her heart as she fled. As the white doe collapsed, Gawin’s mind finally cleared, and he saw the carnage beneath him, and the flames which were rising to consume the city, and he knew that he had brought this upon them all. In his grief, he meant to fling himself from the walls, but Relictus found him, and pulled him back. The old lek’re was greatly wounded, but he gave to Gawin the book in which he had recorded the history of the city, and told Gawin that if he wished absolution from his sins, he must take the book with him, and spread the story to the world.

So Gawin fled, and Avanika burned behind him. For many years after, darkness reigned over the world, but the story of Artos and his proud city brought hope and sanity to many, and in years to come, new kingdoms would rise, and in time even the ruins of the city would be repaired.


Tygris Faye