Alpha looked down on the world from the realm between realms. The world of Astea was brought to its knees by a seventeen-year-old who went by the monicker “Shadow” on Astea. Back on earth, “Shadow” was better known as high-school student Jackson Cooper from Winchestertonfieldville, Iowa.
Jackson died in a tragic accident involving a 1,400-gallon tank of melted cheese and the semi-truck pulling it down an icy road. Like so many others before him, Jackson fell victim to the slimy promises of an ill-intentioned god who promised him a new life and all the power he could ever want, if he did just one thing for the god.
Save the world.
Not a small task to place on the shoulders of someone who could barely shave their face correctly, but hey, Jackson jumped at the chance, so it wasn’t the god’s problem anymore… It was Alpha’s.
See, Alpha is what most people would refer to as a “System”. He was spawned from the mind of Bilios; God of the Void, Creation, and two-for-one sales about a million years ago. He was given life to assist Bilios’ beloved saintess save her own world from destruction, and it worked… Though. perhaps a little too well.
The Saintess’s strange powers did not go unnoticed by the other gods of the Divine Systems Alliance, and they were quick to seek Bilios’ aid for their own demon troubles.
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Which was how Alpha got roped into jumping around the blooming multiverse to help the chosen heroes accomplish their god given tasks. Which wasn’t such a big deal for the first thousand years. Alpha was happy to obey his creator’s wishes – back in those days, the gods held their heroes to an extremely high standard of behavior. Failing to stick to the rules the gods gave you saw Alpha returning home early and the ‘hero’ being left on their own, likely to die at the hands of an irate monster or besmirched princess. But that’s not been the case for a long, long time. Heroes aren’t being held to those – sorry, any standards, anymore. They’re given powers, a checklist, and told to have fun until they die.
And since Alpha was just a tool, something the heroes were told to use without question, he didn’t have a say in how the gifts he bestowed upon the heroes were used… The atrocities committed by way of his ‘gifts’ had caused him to be directly responsible for more deaths than he dare think of.
He watched as Jackson summoned an enslaved girl – a former princess of some kingdom Jackson didn’t like – and ordered her to help him ‘relax’.
Alpha took that as his queue to leave. Jackson accomplished his revenge, saved the world, and gotten more girls than a porcupine has quills. He didn’t need Alpha to be the strongest anymore since everyone who could’ve stood against him was either dead or enslaved.
Alpha pulled his perception away from Jackson’s side and dove into the deep waters of the realm between realms. As he left Jackson behind, he sent one last message to the hero of the era to say his final goodbyes.
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