AN: A bit of an info dump in the next couple of chapters, folks. Along with him not enjoying the company he will be in.

As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please don't hesitate to voice them.

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Before we begin, I must inform you all of the "gift" I received from the pantheon of Azzarath. This "gift", by the by, was a choice between Absolute Power, All Knowledge, and The Spark of Purity. However, it is not we who choose which gift we receive, but the power itself. Now, Absolute Power means exactly that; one would gain the strength to rival the gods of creation. Unfortunately, if you did not have the gift of All Knowledge, you would not be able to use your power at all. For without the knowledge, nothing would be possible.

It is much like that of a child, who can see a jar of sweets, and yet cannot reach it because it is too far away. Of course, even if you have the knowledge to use the powers given, you will still need the Spark of Purity in order to use it effectively. For you see, my dear audience, without this "Spark", one would not know the difference between right and wrong. Thus, the gods of Azzarath has gathered together myself and two others who would journey onwards towards the worlds within the Abyss.

We were each told we must conquer each world to bring them out of the darkness that surrounds them, and bring them back to the fold. However, I being who I was and am today, would not follow their directions as blindly as the others. For this, and this alone, did the pantheon's head, Azazel, the girl-who-was-not-a-girl, did nothing to stop what I was about to do. As she was entirely bemused by what I did to their "Tribunal", and the methods I used therein.

"Undead Karastak," she spoke with a slight grin upon her lips, as her silvered mane of hair was tied back behind her head by her own hands, "Human Shojo, and Golem Aruuma. You three have been chosen to be the first gods to venture forth into the Abyss, and to reconquer each world you come upon. This must be done so in whatever manner you see fit, but they must be brought out of the Abyss."

A bright pink bow was tied into her hair as she said this, then spun around in a dazzling flash, which ended with her wearing some sort of floral patterned robe with a large sash tied around her tiny waist. I do believe she called such an outfit a "Kimono", but I am not sure. "There will be other gods and goddesses who will follow in your footsteps, but only after you have reconquered the first world you three will set down upon. For now, come, as you three will be granted a power given only to those who are recognised as gods."

Upon this statement, the girl-who-was-not-a-girl turned on her heel, and exited the space we were currently in. The other two "gods" hurried themselves to catch up to the head god, whereas I seethed with silent rage. For you see, my dear audience, although I detest the race called "humanity", what I absolutely loathe are those humans who are considered as "Harem Heroes". This human called Shojo was one of them, and had a cadre of eight female humans following after his golden armoured self. Oh yes, I would make him suffer whilst he watched his little "harem" was raped and killed before his very eyes. For I will not suffer a harem in my presence, and Brutus knew well of my thoughts, as he echoed them in silence.

"My Lord God," his metallic bones shook against themselves, and created a sound of chains rattling in the air, "the humans-"

"Will die," I finished for him, as our eyes did flare with a baleful glare of crimson and emerald upon the backs of the retreating human females. "Come, we mustn't tarry here for too long." We left the small space which was to receive us, and entered another with bright colours of flowers growing beneath our feet. Even if my clawed feet were to trample upon a patch of these flowers, they would simply stand tall as though they were undamaged once I left them. Such a strange place it was, which confused us to no end.

Ahead of our persons were the others, as well as one other I had not seen for some time. Of whom you will all remember, as I have taken her to be my wife upon our world of Terra. It is she, the goddess called Sarah, whose hair and eyes continue to change forevermore. Her blue dress swirled about her lithe body, never revealing much about her figure, and we did see her blush when she looked upon us with soft eyes. Though, I did not recognise them at the time, as I was busy making plans to kill the human "god" who glared upon our persons with disdain.

"Why must there be an undead amongst your garden, my lady god?" Asked the human with a pompous air, as his own long, raven coloured hair was pushed back and out of his dark coloured eyes, "Surely you could have brought someone else with more class." His little harem giggled at his remarks, as they fond over his person with expressed desires.

Oh yes, I would enjoy killing this one and taking all of his power, too. For now, though, "Undead Karastak is the first god amongst you," hissed Sarah with enough venom to kill a world. Never had I seen someone so angry for my behalf, and I was deeply touched by the effort.

Nevertheless, "Sarah," spoke the girl-who-was-not-a-girl, whilst the other simply bowed her head, and retreated towards a plain, brown box. Of which was placed in front ofAzazel, who then opened it to reveal three objects nestled in amongst white silk cloth. The first was a translucent orb as bright as our own day-star, and was given to the human "god". The second was an old book, and given to the golem who had remained silent throughout the entire ordeal. The third, and final item was that of a wickedly carved dagger, and was given to my person. However, this dagger was much too small for my hands, but I kept it nonetheless. For soon afterwards raw energies did flood into my being, dark and hungry, scorching my entire being as it continuously filled the void that had suddenly opened up within my being.

The entire process felt like an eternity, but it was only a few mere heart beats. However, in this time, I felt as though I were dying over and over again, so great was the pain, and I could see the others reeling back from their own ordeals. Whilst I had Brutus with me to help my body to stand, and the "harem hero" had his followers, the golem was alone, and would remain thusly. "I know everything," it whispered with a soft, maniacal laugh, "Everything is open to me! I-," it paused for a moment, as it stared upon its own limbs as though contemplating something incredible, "I can't use anything."

"Ah. Golem Aruuma, you were given the gift of All Knowledge," spoke the head of the pantheon, who was sipping from a clay mug filled with an unknown liquid, "Undead Karastak was given the gift of Absolute Power, and Human Shojo has the Spark of Purity."

"What?!" Roared an angered human, who glared upon my person as its body stalked towards my own, reaching for its sheathed sword strapped to its back, "I wanted the power," it whined, pulling out a large white and gold sword, pointing it towards my person, "You will-"

A sudden force blew the body of the human "god" backwards, as a knight in luminous, gold armour with four white wings appeared in front of my person. Of whom then flew towards the fallen human, pointing a lance that had appeared within its right grip towards it. "You will not fight," spoke an echo of a melodious song that was neither masculine nor feminine, "It is forbidden. Understand?" The cowardly human nodded once, and watched as the creature vanished into a shower of golden sparks.

"Ah, such good tea," muttered one of the hero's females, who were all sitting upon a large blanket, drinking tea and eating some sort of cake. How they had done this was beyond my understanding, but did not bother me in the least. As to the "harem god", it simply glared at their persons, whilst they avoided his gaze. The females were intriguing, yes, but my mind was already made up towards their fates.

However, "Perhaps they would better serve as my own slaves," my voice was barely a whisper, which garnered the attention of a now grinning Azazel, and a curious Lich.

"My Lord God?" He asked upon my person, his head cocked to the side with great curiosity and confusion.

"Perhaps the females would prefer to serve us instead of the human," once more, it was barely a whisper, but my eyes did spy the ever grinning sharp-toothed maw of the girl-who-was-not-a-girl, as she continued to stare upon my person with great elation.

To those who do not know, or do not recall, the girl-who-was-not-a-girl was the one who desired my person to entertain her and her pantheon when we first met one another upon the world of Azzarath. She was the one who gave me the ability to be who I am to this very day, and she will forever have my eternal thanks for it. However, her sharp-toothed grin is still unnerving, and I have told her thusly every time she is near my person.

In this case, I did just that, and she simply shrugged her small shoulders before climbing atop my right shoulder blade. Whereupon she snacked upon a candied circle attached to a white stick. I do believe it is called a "Lollipop". To this action, I gave a mental sigh and did not allow it to become bothersome, even if Brutus disapproved of such an action.

"My Lord God?" He called out to my person as the head of the pantheon continued to snack atop my shoulders, whilst the others were coming to terms with their own gifts, "Why do you allow her to sit atop your regal person as though you were a common chair?"

"Pay her no mind, Brutus," my voice shook the space, causing the others to stare about themselves in search of the source. Of which caused the little god upon my person to snicker in a manner unbefitting a little girl-child.

"But My Lord God-"

"Brutus," my eyes turned to stare into his own for a few moments, before he turned his away and towards the flower packed earth below, "She has earned her rights to sit atop my person. In essence, she is my creator, and I owe her my everything for allowing me to be who I am to this day. So allow her to do as she desires, and pay her no mind."

This resulted in the pair looking upon each other with a mixture of smug satisfaction and annoyance towards one another. However, it was punctured by her desire to push the Lich further, by sticking out her small, pink tongue towards his person. Upon such an action, I simply heaved an exaggerated sigh, and turned my attention back towards the other "gods".

"It seems they have just been told they cannot utilise their abilities to their fullest without one another, Undead Karastak," whispered the little-girl-who-was-not-a-little-girl.

"Indeed," my reply was low, and shook the world about us greatly. Once again, they stared about themselves in wonder as to what caused the quake, never knowing it was caused by my own voice. "However, they said we can only use our gifts to the fullest if everyone was together, but they did not say what would happen if one being held each gift."

Slowly, my skull turned towards the head of the pantheon of gods upon Azzarath, "What happens if all gifts are carried by one individual, My Lady Goddess?"

To my query, the girl-who-was-not-a-girl giggled as though she were naught, but a twisted child with a demented secret.