The first God, Prometheus.
A being that transcended simple Godhood. He stood at the apex of power, the pinnacle of creation. But it was his might that became his downfall.
His heart corrupted as his lovers and friends withered away with the passing of time. He envied them; their mortality and he thristed for it, more and more with each second.
His mind and soul were thrown in an endless maelstrom of envy over his own brethren and raw madness. But before he gave into the pull of insanity he ended his own life.
Overloading his own power in an explosion so massive that the fundamentals of space and time were distorted, a lone soul made its way through the cracked dimensions; bypassing nether and purgatory. Astray and confused the small wisp entered its new life.