“The Godrealm to mortals looked the vision of paradise itself, with fresh air, beautiful buildings, orderly streets and not a speck of dirt in sight. They would find servants with faces of angels and the demeanors of cherished friends, bearing gifts that were perfect in quality and in their desirability to the recipient.”

— Encyclopedia of the Above, Aleksander Wijaya

Marriage was not a fixed and done deal, especially for deities. When time crawled as it did for you, the concept of being together forever was more of a curse than a blessing. This was not the exception for the parents of one Micha Ostor; a war god and a luck goddess. In fact, their union was one marked with numerous fights, tantrums, acts of physical violence, acts of magical violence, insults, and petty remarks to last an eternity. It surprised no one then that they separated, but not before giving birth to what each of them had hoped to be their respective heirs.

For Micha’s father, the war god Dumas Absad, he wanted someone he could raise to become his right-hand, to lead and to fight in the greatest of battles, and to also be a worthy rival in the never-ending pursuit of martial perfection. He dreamed of a juggernaut of rippling muscle, of towering height and imposing width, of skin like polished steel and eyes like fiery infernos.

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For Micha’s mother, the luck goddess Aath Lazit, she had a more practical reason in mind. For every blessing she gave, she had to take it from somewhere else, and the amount taken is proportional to the harm their removal would incur. For most beings, this usually led to death, given her laziness, but then she had a brilliant idea. If she had a god at her disposal, she could use them as a never-ending source of luck given their immortality.

The result of their union proved to satisfy no one, as Micha Ostor was, admittedly, very tall, but thin and lanky to the point of being able to pass a very withered tree. His strength was sub-par even for most gods, and the lesser said about his reflexes and tactical mind, the better. His mother’s gamble did pay off in a way, as her curse nestled inside her son’s soul, but it had an unintended side-effect in that if Micha were to touch someone, his curse would then affect them in return, with disastrous consequences.

All in all, it was a coupling that should never have happened. Micha was thrown aside by his parents and left to fend for himself in the wastelands outside of the Godrealm known as the Retribution Fields. This chaotic space served as both a barrier and a dumping ground for the unwanted and despised of the Godrealm, which meant it was filled with all manners of crazed demigods, mortals, beasts as well as the odd minor gods and goddesses.

These were the days of Micha Ostor’s childhood.

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