The 4th born deity was Incendere.
It was She who gave the universe fire. It was Her pride. None was alike to it. It brightened all that came across it, It gave the world a new sense; temperture. Warmth... it was a pleasure none had previously experienced. And everyone crowded to Her, and the Demiurge crowded to Her, and the Aberration crowded to Her, and the Queller crowded to Her. And everyone had praised it. And two had given Her blessings.
The Demiurge gave Her saints - four of them, who all had soft, fluffy eyed wings on their heads and backs. They protected and prayed close to Her, and were more loyal than dogs to Her, wishing only to please Her, as they were created to. The Demiurge had also gaven Her fire the ability to spread.
The Queller gave her fire the ability to destroy, to convert a bright, moving force into simple, calm, black ash.
The Aberration did not give any gifts. "There is nothing to give that was not already given," They said. But, without the knowledge of the other Deities, They had began to become inspired. They had seen Themself, and the Saint, how they look, how they think - and reduced it to the essence. And they had seen fire, how it dances clumsily and without pattern, how it destroys so ugly yet burns so beautiful, and the warmth, and They had been inspired.
And then the Abberation created Man.
And how Man danced, and how Man brang warmth, and how Man brang destruction, and how Man thought, and how Man was so unique. They hadn't seen anything like it. Man did not have any purity like They had, and they were all so... Small. They were easily injured by nigh any