Maluma smiled a grin the devil would be proud of, “good good. I told you he would leave her alive if he heard her crying.” Mortimus grinned, “you were right, I had my doubts, but it all went as planned. I never imagined it would go so perfectly.” They both laughed uproariously into the blackness of the night as they watched their child walk back with a look of confusion upon his face. “With every second that passes his fatelines grow ever darker.” Maluma intoned as she looked at his future.

2 years later

Mortimus smiled proudly down upon his now 10 year old son. “Today is a very important day as you well know. As of today you are 10 years-old, and it’s time for your naming ceremony.”

The boy had an almost completely vacant look in his eyes, as if he was dead on the inside. “I know father, we’ve been over this a thousand times.”

It was an ancient ceremony that almost predated time. Unlike other species, Gods and Goddesses didn’t have their name picked, instead they were like demons. They were born with a name chosen by the universe, and on their tenth birthday they had a ceremony to find it.

It must be understood this name they call forth isn’t just a name. It’s the sum of who they are, and who they will be. Sometimes it’s a 4 letter name and sometimes it’s a 100 letter name, but whatever it is it has power. A Gods power is their name, and their concept; without one it’s impossible to call forth the other.

Maluma painted the sigils and runes needed to power the ceremony into the ground before looking back at them. “It is ready, step into the circle boy, and claim your birthright.”

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The boy stepped into the circle and instantly the air vibrated and shimmered. The sky around them turned dark and ominous as large bolts of pure black lightning rained down upon the earth. A circle of fire leapt up around the boy and water rained down from the heavens. The world became silent. The animals stopped frolicking. The birds stopped their chirping. A palpable tension was in the air; everything everywhere knew that something big was happening. Something that would usher in a new era. An earthquake rumbled forth and every volcano on the planet erupted.

Mortimus turned to Maluma for the first time ever with a look of panic upon his inhuman face, “What’s happening?” He shouted over the tempest the wind had become, “this isn’t supposed to be happening!” His voice was shaky. This was completely unprecedented in their history, and they had been around since the dawn of the universe.

Maluma had a look of hunger, for power, and for control. Power and control over everything and everyone. “Isn’t he beautiful Mortimus? He’s awakening some of his power for the first time, and this is nothing compared to what he could become. Nothing.”

At this moment as the boy stood in the circle digging his nails into his hand so hard blood was drawn, an omniscient timeless voice rang out, “you’re an interesting one aren’t you little one? You have the potential to be greater than even I.” The boy discovered something then. Names weren’t chosen at birth, no; rather, this being, whatever it was, was the one to choose it.

He felt indescribable power radiating off of this Godlike being. Not the power that radiates off of the conceptual Gods, but the power of a True God. “What are you? Who are you?” He asked in a shaky voice to the creature before him. Looking around he noticed something. Time was frozen. He saw a lightning bolt frozen in midair and everything was completely still. It was eerily beautiful. The lack of motion. The lack of everything. Have you ever heard true silence? It’s impossible even when we don’t notice it there’s some noise. But now... there wasn’t. It was creepy.

The great being shook his head, “you need to be far greater than you are now. If I told you who or what I am now you would lose your sanity. No mortal being could comprehend me. Seek me out when you are far far more powerful than you are now and I just might answer your question. For now it’s about time for me to leave.” With that time resumed. The beautiful noise resumed and I could hear the shouting of my parents, the tornado forming, the thunder. Never had I been so thankful for sound and motion in my life. Etched into the dirt in front of me was a name. My name. Finis Omnium Praenuntia.