Prologue: The Last Wish
“Let us make this a day people will remember.” Said Kolain, holding a small cup of tears. He was using it to mask his emotion, as he couldn’t possibly show the man standing before him that gods could cry.
Kolains face was static, cracked as if dropped on the hard surface. He had no nose, mouth, or eyes, yet could see better than the average person. His body wasn't developed, as if it stopped halfway through updating. Fragments of hair remained on the static face, slowly blowing away as the castle walls surrounding the two began to crumble beneath the god's weight.
“I’ve made it… I won. I-…” The man standing in front fell to his knees, palmed hands grasping the carpet below, which looked soft but felt like concrete. The color was dirt brown. Kolain, despite his lack of facial features, looked disappointed seeing the man fall beneath him. He shook his cracked mind, touching his chest and speaking.
“You shall not bow. You’ve made it this far, unclaimed origin. I do not know your name, but you must take my place in this world. My heart is yours.” The kneeling man would look up, mouth opened with a puzzled expression. It was as if he’d forgotten all about what he came here to do. His true purpose in all this…What was it again? He thought as he now knelt on one knee, his mind surfing through his journey so far.
He finally stood up. He remembered that his true purpose was to kill a god.
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The man reached out and touched Kolain’s chest, thrusting his hand forward and into it. It was as if he was just thrusting his arm into the air, though he could feel something. It was throbbing, in a rhythmic pattern. It was alive; It had history. The man would grit his teeth, tugging on the object he grabbed, ripping it out of the static god. As it came loose, more cracks appeared, cutting the mortal’s arm, as if it was a last resort.
The man held the god's heart in his right hand, it thumped and made sounds that he never heard before. It was golden, glowing like a ball of light. He smiled, looking up to see the god cracked like never before.
“Congratulations,” Kolain said, body too static to make anything out. Only a few strands of hair were hanging onto the back of his head. “It’s yours. I’m yours… Become a better god. Shape this world in your vision-“
The heart exploded in his hands. Golden light surrounded the broken castle as shards scattered across the world. The man had an indescribable smile on his face, filled with lust and joy. He squeezed the heart, exploding it and destroying it. The god in front didn’t make a sound, simply shook his fading, static head.
“You know what you have done?” The man looked up; the castle was enveloped in a golden glow that was nothing less than beautiful, but also haunting. “I do.” Spoke the man. Despite the lack of features, he could see the god frown. “I see,” Kolain said, looking down. Another strand of hair fell. One remained.
“You must live with these consequences forever. Nothing will be the same… You doomed us all.” The god's voice sounded defeated, tired, and hopeless. The man turned his armor clanking towards the entrance of the now golden castle, giving life to it once more. Kolain took a deep breath, looking upwards.
“I’m sorry, founder. May you bless light on this land once more…” Another strand of hair fell, and the last god faded. Leaving only man.