I was a being that transcended even the Gods.
I stood at the top, the apex, the pinnacle of power.
And yet here I am. Shackled, powerless; a mere husk of my former self.
The memento of my loved one binds me to this cursed place.
Why, you ask?
Why? Because I am. I am the end, the harbinger of demise. It was my quest. To bring end, to be end.
The Gods respected that wish and in turn got immortal life. But, oh the irony, the immortal life I gave them made them break their promise.
Corrupted by their attachement to their mortal selves they betrayed me.
They took her life, one of their own kind and my love, and bound me with her flesh and blood.
She, the Goddess of beginning. I would end the cycle and she would repeat it. We were so different and yet we loved each other.
My rage burned without stop in sight, however time takes it all. Hate, love, sadness, joy, they are all taken away.
But the memory, the memory of hate, to kill the Gods, this stays. Yes, I will end them.
They played me a fool and now it will be their time to pay the price. But the price is costly.
I can't wait! Their fall is near! My dawn shall be heralded by their deaths. Corpses shall tower to the skies and blood shall form rivers! As I am death incarnate! I am their bane, their RUIN! You fools, you don't play... with DEATH!
My new destiny awaits.....