Fire, smoke...gushing wounds and crumbling buildings. The constant screams of women and children seeing their loved ones impaled by spears or crushed by maces.

The anguish the people of the first empire felt was something few had experienced, and now tens of thousands of them felt this way all at the same.

The wrath, hate and despair they exuded was so strong collectively that even the gods had to forsake them, fearing they would lose their sanity, should they intervene.

And now, constantly feeding on this amalgamation of negativity and the blood of the fallen was ‘it?’

Trapped in an inescapable darkness and forced to relive the last memories of every being it consumed, ‘it?’ continued to grow both physically and mentally.

As the entity’s incessant growth continued, more and more blood was consumed and the plaza began to dry up,

And as the last drop of blood entered the entity, a consciousness was formed in its formerly empty mind.

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As his eyes abruptly opened, all that greeted him was darkness.., an empty void where not even the faintest ray of light existed.

Despite seeing nothing but total darkness, the slimy and gooey substance he vividly felt stuck in indicated that he was currently in a trapped, tight space.

Feeling the tight space and the uncomfortable texture of his prison, a primal instinct to rupture his capture awoke inside of him, and rupture it he did.

*Crack*

Pushing outwards strongly with all of his six limbs, the darkness shattered and the light arrived, shining brightly on the creature that now broke free from the egg.

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“Ughh” Rising from its previous curled up position, a 1,3 meter tall ‘boy?’ stood up, though it might not have been appropriate to call this creature a boy since it was definitely not human.

Although the creature had a human-like body, there were some features that stood out, for example, the massive pair of wings on its back.

With a proud wingspan of 3,5 meters, these wings were enormous compared to the main body.

Consisting of large but sharp feathers colored in light gray, these wings were as deadly as they were beautiful, since a single swipe of a wing could easily cut a large section out of a stone building. Not to mention what they could do against humans.

Additionally, the creature possessed sharp, serrated claws instead of nails, replacing any need it might have for weapons since these claws would continue to grow in sharpness and durability, eventually outclassing even the divine weapons of the gods.

Though the most non-human feature of this creature was its beauty, being almost on par with Ishtar herself, despite her being the Goddess of love, war, fertility and beauty.

With a lean but muscular body, light tanned skin, and a crown of long white hair that flowed in wind, this creature's transcendent masculine beauty might have even been enough start and end wars, both in divine realm and in the mortal realm.

Looking around, what greeted his deep, vermillion colored eyes was a dried up plaza, filled with withered vines and corpses alike.

Surrounding the plaza were buildings made of mudbricks and reeds in an ashlar masonry style, giving the city a more refined and advanced atmosphere. Though many of buildings were now tainted by a black layer of soot and fire damages.

"Hmm, this appears to be all that remains of the fallen... my, creators i suppose. Despite being this civilization's first empire, their reign only lasted roughly 200 years." Looking at the abandoned and ruined houses, a heavy desolation enforced by the memories of those he consumed began to influence his mind, advancing his range of emotion as well as his expressive abilities.

"Huh?" As his eyes continued to travel across the plaza, a small translucent black flame caught his attention.

Bending over to reach the ground, the creature stretched out his hand to catch the flame.

Feeling the flame now caught in his hand, he realized that it exuded a freezing cold and instead of the scorching heat you would expect from a flame.

As he brought the hand holding the flame near his eyes, the closer inspection revealed something horrifying, "T-this, this is the curse of a God, no... eight Gods to be precise." Although the creature had previously only spoken in a deep, cold voice, this revelation was so surprising and horrid that even his stoic face and tone changed to surprise and horror.