Demons. Angels. The Fay. Vampires, and zombies, and shapeshifters. Gods. All fake right? All make believe? Wrong. They are all very very real. But they aren’t even close to the worst thing out there. Eldritch abominations straight out of your worst nightmare? Real. Void beings with no real corporeal form, who live only to satisfy their unending insatiable hunger? Real. But they aren’t the worst things out there either. I am. 

My father was Mortimus. The horseman of death, God of darkness, disease, hatred, and death, and one of the original Gods. Latin got their word for death, mortum, from his name. My mother was Maluma, Goddess of evil, mutation, dark prophecy, magic, and strife, and another of the original 13 gods and goddesses. Latin took evil from her name, malum.

Now you’re probably thinking they had a child, and I’m that child, just another God, so why am I the worst thing out there? Well, you’d only be partly right about that. 

Mortimus and Maluma conceived me in their twisted romance, but I was never a child for them. I was an experiment. A chance to create something new.

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The average God spends 2 years in their mother’s womb before they’re born. I spent 3000. 

My father harvested the souls and essences of millions, of every species known. Before this no one knew him as the horseman of death, but he killed, no, what he did was so much worse than death. He stole the soul from a million beings from every different species and gave them to my mother. She took all of their power, all of what made them Them, and, using her ungodly Magic’s and powers of mutation, put them all into me. Gods, goddesses, monsters, voidlings, animals, plants, everything forced into me and merged into one. A million angry, hateful souls merged with mine, or at least what I would’ve been without them, and they made me.

But I was young. It was too much power for my young unborn soul. Every iota of power that every single being among millions possessed; all in the hands of an unborn child. I lost control of it and caused the end of the world. Little did my parents know that power I lost control of is less than 1% percent of what I would possess later on.

Interesting fact; scientists today wonder what caused the extinction of dinosaurs? Well now you have your answer.

My parents, of course, had prepared for this. They rushed me down to a major leyline they had pumped full of mana to the point of bursting, and my mother entered awaiting the time of my birth. 

In the roughly 4 minutes between the time of injecting me with the souls and getting me into the leyline half of the beings on the planet died.

3000 years later I was born.