Magnus goes on a trip down memory lane with a certain being. He is estatic seeing his parents before realizing this wouldn’t end well.
Follow Magnus Griswold on his journey across Multiverses as he hones his craft and kicks some arse.
Mallkim is a human, that much cannot be disputed. However, rather than being part of the race of humans we know today, he is much….different.
Mallkim is a Primordial.
He is one of the first humans to exist in this world, which gives him a major advantage. Due to being so close to the the origin of creation, his body can naturally adapt to certain circumstances giving him immense power. His particular power revolves around death itself.
Before I can explain his power, I must tell you the circumstances which led to him gaining this power. He was born in a small village in what would be known today as Kosova, there he lived a life that was tough due to him and his village being new to this world. However, this life was fair as well, as once they learned how to survive, they managed to live a peaceful existence in their spot in the world.
Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever, as anyone will tell you. A black mist rolled into his village, the source of it being unknown. It killed everyone in the village, except for Mallkim. You see, his father had gifted him an amulet years before, one that he stated was a special necklace that would protect you from curses. This black mist was such a curse….except the amulet didn’t work as Mallkim thought it would.
He was killed by the mist, but rather than have his life end there, the amulet seemed to channel the mist and resurrect him, pulling him back from death itself. He was originally glad to have survived, but after seeing the fate that befell his village, he wished he would have stayed dead. The mist resurrected the others, except this resurrection seemed false and broken. The members of the village became one of the first mindless undead, forcing Mallkim into hiding to prevent being killed a second time.
As time passed by, he learned that the black mist did something else to him. Having been one of the first sentient beings to actually die and come back, he gained a newfound understanding of life and death, allowing him to learn ways to manipulate death rather than fear it. After much practice, he eventually learned how to finally put the villagers to rest….along with his family. He buried them all, a practice never performed until he did so, and grieved for them.
Unfortunately, while the amulet protected him from the mist, it did not protect anyone else, and so he went on a journey to prevent the mist from spreading to the rest of world. He was successful, and helped save the planet from an untimely demise. Being a Primordial, his lifespan was indefinite, something he used to make sure that he could protect the world for years and years to make sure something like the mist would never occur again. While he was afraid that other Primordials might have suffered the effects of the mist, he worked his hardest to find any others who have survived. And if any of them weren’t so lucky…then he would put them to rest.
This is Mallkim Vdekja. The Deathmonger. The Undead Guardian of the Living.
The Elder Gods are the ruling deities and creators of the central universe, only being overshadowed by entities such as Prophecies and The Four Forces. Unlike Prophecies, whose powers are linked to the will of fulfillment of their created story and how they’ll be able to make their prophecy be fulfilled, the Elder Gods’ powers are more related to physical concepts such as life/death and the elements. Whereas other Gods only have jurisdiction over a single realm and typically represent an element, the Elder Gods are more ethereal and have power in all realms in the universe (all realma that don’t include runes to counteract their abilities). Their position is so rare that there has never been anyone else that has been proven to live up to the elder gods.
The Elder Gods include:
Khaos: The Living Abyss/God of Fate, Cosmos, and The Abyss
Gaia: Mother Nature/Goddess of Nature/Personification of the Earth
Tartarus: Imprisoned Soul/God and Ruler of Hellish Prisons
Chthon: Anarchy/God of Chaos and Anarchy
Eros: Kindred Spirit/ God of Love, Passion, and Desire
Bast: Panthress/ Goddess of Domesticity, Femininity, Cats, Ancestry, and Fertility/ Protector of Wakanda
Idun: Tainted Life/ Goddess of Eternal Youth, Health, Life, and Poison
Isha Heimdalldottir. Goddess of Sight, Energy, Time, and Mysticism. The Shortlived Queen of Asgard. Daughter of Heimdall and Idun. Friend and Accomplis of Thor. Lover of Loki. Daughter of Thanos. Thanos found Loki and Isha, ultimately going to kill the both of them but chose not to. He found that both Isha and Loki had encounters with the Tesseract and so requested that they stole it from SHIELD in exchange for having Earth under their rule. Refusing, Isha was tortured by Ebony Maw and had to watch Loki get tortured by huge quantities of heat. Thanos took interest in Isha’s fighting spirit and decided to train her and take her in as his daughter.
Segment 2: The Avengers
Being brainwashed and unwillingly keeping the tesseract as the first priority, Isha and Loki were given a scepter and a staff before they were sent through the portal. Her eyes went an unnatural blue as she stood up, staring Selvic, Clint, and Fury down. While Loki distracted the three with his verbal threats Isha went straight for the tesseract. Clint pulled his gun on her and in acts of saving her; Loki mind controlled Clint with his scepter. In a chaotic break away from SHIELD and their agent, Isha smiled at her success with the Tesseract. The two made it to the warehouse where everyone that was mind controlled worked on opening the portal for the Chitari. Whilst training Clint to fight a little better from the shadows, Isha realizes that Loki’s eyes went black and the scepter grew bluer. She quickly rushed to him and put her hand on his back and suddenly heard his conversation. Isha closed her eyes and with little to no time she could also see it. How it was affecting him. She could feel his cold sweats, his fear, and most importantly; his built up hatred. Suddenly a lack came to her emotional state. A lack of ambition and pride. Once Loki’s eyes went back to the unnatural blue Isha’s went brown. He looked at her and before he could see anything she turned her eyes blue, just to match his. Isha was now fully aware and in no way was going to let anything corrupt him. Until the day of the ball Isha kept both her staff and his scepter away from him, for she knew that the more he was away from it the weaker the mind control would get. Unknowingly breaking down one of the barriers of her oracles, Isha read Loki’s spellbook and transformed her staff into a purse. After the two arrived at the party, for a split second she could see Loki. The real him. As they danced she felt happy with him. Until it was time. He took the eye scanner and mutilated the eye of the host. As everyone ran and screamed Isha heard ringing in her ears and almost a numbness to her skin. Isha closed her eyes and for a split second what would transpire. Loki was going to gather everyone and make them kneel. ‘Not on my watch.’ Isha reformed her staff and knocked the scepter out of his hand. “Darling, here we are again. You wanted Earth and now suddenly you are in my way?” Isha’s irises faded from blue, to brown, to gold, before settling too white “You think I wanted Earth or a stupid rule over free people? The only thing I wanted was you.” While his guard was down, processing what she said; Isha used her staff and bound him in place, “By the strength of Toutatis, I bind you.” Sooner or later the Avengers came. With no struggle from Isha she gave them both the scepter and the staff, in return getting handcuffed. The two got on the quinjet and flew out of Germany. Soon thunder could be heard in the distance. Ihha smiled while Loki grumbled. “Thor.” both of them said at the same time. With no time Thor broke into the quinjet and grabbed both Loki and Isha. After flying out, the three crash landed in a forest. Whilst Thor and Loki were arguing Isha was figuring out a way to get her staff back. Tony crashed into Thor and began to fight him, no more than ten minutes later did Steve join in too. Little did those three oafs know that with the quinjet only having Natasha in it, Isha swiped her staff back. She used it to bind everyone in place, mimicking what she did to Loki. She held Loki in place as she called down to them, “Listen. Not to ruin your little tussle but we are all on the same side. The side to stop this maniac from creating further damage. Now be adults and get your asses on this jet thing.” Isha undid the binding spell and proceeded to hop on the jet with Loki and strapped him down. Continuing the ride back, she secretly explained to Thor about what happened to Loki and what got them to this point. Once everyone walked into SHIELD, Loki was given his cell while Isha was given something a little more roomy where she could watch the cell cameras. After a while of relaxing Thor brought her to the rest of the group so she could explain what happened prior the tesseract. “He killed 80 people in two days; under your watch.” “You’d think that someone who was brainwashed to be a killer ballerina would understand two words: Mind. Control.” “Why should we trust you to give us the right information?” “Because I am your only hope. Unless you want me to pull the information out of him you’ll have to trust me.” and with that being said, Isha went down to his cell to pull out such info. With her eyes shifting black to blue he had no choice but to trust her and tell her everything. She looked up at the camera and smiled, “I told you.” Her eyes turned brown once again before she waved at Loki. Isha ran upstairs, “He’s planning to bring out jolly the green giant.” Everyone soon started to get into a heated argument. Expectedly everything started to unfold, though she gave her warnings no one was prepared for Clint to override everything. Luckily it was a quick transaction but on the other hand everyone wasn’t okay. Fury called everyone to the main room and told everyone what happened. Loki escaped, the tesseract is nowhere to be found, The Hulk has destroyed more than enough equipment, Thor and Bruce aren’t detectable, Natasha and Clint are in intensive care, and Coulson is unresponsive. “There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Coulson died believing in heroes-” Tony got up and left, Steve following right after him. Isha looked at Fury, “It’ll be okay. We’ll come through.” Sooner rather than later did Steve announce that it was time to suit up. Isha went outside and summoned her staff, the mystic energy mixed with the celestial energy from the portals starting to form changed her suit. It turns out that the tesseract was already on display and the portals were forming quicker by the second. Soon Chitari warriors started pouring out of the sky and attacking civilians. Isha casted a shield over as many civilians as she could whilst also taking down as many warriors as was possible. She fought the best she could while Steve got the innocents evacuated. Once she saw Tony fly up to Stark Towers, she scaled the building and saw Loki. As Tony kept him distracted she had been contemplating on how to take the scepter. “…Earth’s mightiest heroes type thing.” “Oh, I’ve met them.” “Well. Let’s do a headcount. We have your brother, the demigod; a super soldier, a living legend that kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breathtaking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins; and last but not least, your girlfriend who might I say is someone who is out of your league. You, big fella, have managed to piss every one of them off.” Once Isha finally was in range she took the scepter and held it up to Loki, threatening him. He backed off until he pulled out his daggers. “Stark, go. I’ve been waiting on this one for awhile.” Isha and Loki ran to each other and started to fight, this time Loki was much more ruthless compared to the last time. The rougher he got, the harsher she adapted to his hits. Loki sooner or later got Isha and held her over the edge by her throat, “You could’ve been queen.” “Why would I want to be queen-” Isha dropped both the scepter and staff over the leap for Natasha to use to trigger the tesseract “-when I’m already a goddess?” she managed to get out before a blast of bluish energy escaped her hands and pushed him back. Isha heard a crash followed by a groan and as much as she wanted to go back she couldn’t. She couldn’t let him do that to her. Using her energy she carefully levitated down and fought with the Avengers. Isha ripped through their flesh, running off of nothing but her high emotions. She then heard Tony and Steven talking in the comms about the missle. Isha ran to town square and saw Tony fly into the black hole with a missle. “He’s going to need that to stay open for as long as possible.” Natasha mentioned into the ear piece. With that Isha scaled the tallest building in the area and huffed, waiting for the cue. As soon as she saw all of the Chitauri drop, the mystic blue energy from earlier surrounded her hands and soon enough it was clashing with the force of the black hole collapsing. Isha started to shake under the strength but with her best efforts she kept it from closing. She could’ve done it for longer but her oracles were being broken like fine china, she soon fell off of the tower and fainted on her way down. The only thing she remembered before she blacked out was Tony’s suit falling out of the portal. Hulk grabbed both and Isha and Tony and laid them down quite carefully. The two woke up to the growl of the Hulk and smiled. Soon the group went back to the tower and saw Loki laying there, worse than when Isha left him. SHIELD agents cleared through the tower, taking the scepter and ready to take the staff. “No. This is mine.” “Ma’am, this isn’t yours. We need to keep it so we can find out what it does.” Isha and Loki shared a glance, “Take it from me and I’ll show you what it can really do.” Lets just say that she was able to keep it in the end. After eating with the group, the Avengers took the Tesseract and Loki to the nearest open space so the two could go. “So, Isha are you sure you don’t want to come back?” “I’m sure. I want to explore Earth…and maybe learn how to keep a black hole open; for future reference.” Thor chuckled and Loki barely smiled in response. Thor twisted the first half of the tesseract and before Loki could do it Isha placed a kiss on his cheek and smiled, “I forgive you. See you up there.” Loki heavily blushed before he turned the other half. The bifrost came and took the brothers to Asgard. “So…where are you going next?” Clint asked. “I don’t know, someone who can help me with my abilities I guess.” “And who is that?” “I don’t know but she specialize in the mystic arts, actually I’m late to her appointment. Catch you on the flip side, birdman.” Isha waved as she walked off.
Born to Heimdall and Idun, a beautiful baby girl by the name of Isha Heimdalldottir was gifted out of generosity from Freya. Isha grew up with Thor and Loki, the three being inseparable bestfriends who would get in trouble aswell as have fun, nonetheless creating memories. Soon the fun came to a halt when the Frost Giants struck at the royal coronation of Thor. Isha, along with Thor insisted that they all fought back. They went to Jotunheim and fought against them, accidently creating a war between Asgard and the land of Frost Giants.
Segment 1: Thor
After the fight Isha tried to defend Thor from banishment but was dragged out of the bifrost room and was locked in her chambers. She sat in her room, still able to hear the process of Odin taking his powers away from Thor. After awhile Isha broke her doors open out of pure irritation and listened for Loki. She walked the hallways and overheard the conversation between Odin and Loki. Isha looked down into Odin’s collection room and saw Loki. Crying. Seeing Odins’ body on the ground; Isha got the guards to help him and took Loki into her care. She talked things out with him after the two of them found out he was in Odinsleep. Seeing as how he was rightfully the King of Asgard, Isha was still surprised that he made the decision to make her Queen. She loved the opportunity, but not for the reasons one might think. She loved Loki more than she loved the thought of the throne and would do anything for him, so when she realized that Loki was slowly falling under the influence of the power Isha began to plan against him. Once he left to Midgard, Isha started to train Asgard’s defenses to fight against Laufey. Isha made sure Loki wasn’t able to find out what she was doing by lying and covering her tracks. Soon after he admitted that Laufey would be coming Isha sent Sif and the Warriors Three to get Thor and bring him back. After seeing the bifrost open Loki met up with Isha. “You said that we’d do this together.” “That was before you put the throne before our love.” And just like that the two fought eachother, with each hit that she took she unknowingly was breaking her undeveloped oracles. Isha faught until she heard Laufey’s footsteps behind her. By the time she turned around and brought her dagger to his throat she realized that her hair was frosty white before she was knocked out by Laufey himself. He threw her to the side of the room and stepped on her daggers, ultimately breaking them. When she slowly awoke she realized that her hair was black again. Her eyes shifted to the now broken bridge and Loki had lost his footing. Almost at the speed of sound she rushed over to the broken part of the bridge and caught him, him tightly attached to her wrist. The weight Isha was carrying was new to her so she quickly started slipping. Thor caught her just a few minutes before Odin was there to make sure none of them were to fall. “Loki. You have to stop. I know what you want but you have to realize that you have me.” “But I could have done it for us Isha…father…for all of us.” Odin’s voice barely spoke “…No Loki.” With those words Loki’s eyes started to let a few tears slip. He let go of Isha’s wrist and soon fell into the abyss. A scream escaped her lips as she realized that Odin and Thor were pulling her back up. Isha’s eyes glew a burning white as she ripped off a a sharp piece of the severed bridge and cut Thor’s wrist. He let go out of severe pain and with nothing but a nostalgic smile Isha fell into the abyss after Loki.
Full birth name: Tulasha(no surname, she grew up without one because of Bhutanese culture)
Do they still go by that name? If not, alias: Tulasha Tieyung(she gave herself a surname to fit in)
Other nickname(s)/petname(s): Tulip(a nickname she gave herself because some said her name reminded her of Tulip – they say it’s easier to address her with and so she goes by that name)
Gender/sex: Female
Race/species: Asian, human
Primary ethnic origin: Tibetan-Chinese-Bhutanese
Age(+ birth date): 19, she was born on April 9th(Aries)
Hometown/place of birth: Thimphu, Bhutan
Location/place of residence: Meriden(CT), United States
Occupation, rank and class: She’s studying to become a therapist, but she currently works part-time as a waitress at a very popular Chinese restaurant – she is working-class, but she has enough to attend college, get food and other necessities
Height: 5 feet
Weight: 96-101 pounds depending(unhealthy for her age and height)
Eye color(s): Umber brown
Do they use contacts? No
Do they use glasses? No
Facial shape: Round/circle
Describe their eyes: Monolid, almond-shaped, very dark-colored
Describe their nose: Snub – very small, some people pick on her for it
Describe their lips: Rather thin, a pale salmon color
Body build(slim, muscular, etc.): Slim, but she has a good muscle structure due to daily exercise
Body abnormalities: None, her body is regular
Extra anatomy: None, her anatomy is ordinary
Hair color(s): Jet-black, with a brownish tint
Hair length: Mid-back length, long
Hair style: Straight(some say it’s boring, though, and she hates it), with minor side-bangs
Skin color: Creamy, with a warmer tint to it
Do they have vitiligo? No
Do they have acne? Not very frequently
Do they have freckles? Yes, a light amount
Visible scars: Her father stabbed her in the left arm with a butcher’s knife when she first started working at her family’s butcher shop(he apologized, and they were able to lie about the cause of the wound when they got her stitches)
Birthmarks/moles: One mole above her belly button, a birthmark on her right shoulder, another birthmark above her left ankle, and two or three birthmarks scattered along her chest
Tattoos/markings: None, tattoos don’t really interest her that much
Piercings/earrings: None, her ears aren’t even pierced
Physical description: Tulasha is very slim, her figure is almost unhealthy-appearing which makes her a main target for bullying. Her skin is warm and creamy, but she tans lightly during the summer time – if she has interest in getting one. Her hair is long, and jet-black – her eyes are a dull brown, her eyebrows are medium-thin. She has a couple birthmarks, but her most prominent blemish would be the mole above her belly button. Her lips are thin and salmon-pink, her nose is very small(another thing people bully her for), and her eyes are a lovely almond-shaped monolid. Her cup size is C, she is 5 feet approximately, and her weight varies often but never exceeds 106 pounds and never goes under 95
Mental state: Sane
Behavioral description: She has an anxious and impatient bundle of mannerisms at first, but she simply deals with a social anxiety issue that isn’t very severe. Overall, her mannerisms are polite and formal, but always have a mellow joy to them – unless she’s in a hyper mood(in which, her aura would be anxious and contagious to those around her), her behavior is ordinary – if not more happy than others
Personality description: All Tulasha really wants is to positively impact the world and accomplish her goals. Tulasha is goal-oriented, which many see to be selfish at first – but Tulasha relies on the positive opinions on those around her in order to function correctly. Being dependent on others’ praise, she tends to be a bit of a bragger when she has something to brag about but quickly stops if she feels like she’s annoying others too much. Tulasha’s self-esteem is in the middle, but she has extreme highs when she is around people she loves/admires
Most prominent persona traits: Her contagious emotions, her optimism, her ambitiousness
Most positive persona traits: Ambitious, happy/optimistic, honest, approachable, formal/polite
Most negative persona traits: Dependent on praise, goody-two-shoes, zoned-out, sensitive, stubborn
Current faith(religion): Buddhist
Current superstitions/quirks: She believes that different types of kisses bring different types of fortune(forehead = a clear mind and good thoughts, cheek = good encounters, nose-to-nose = good resources, lips = good luck in general)
Overall, moral alignment: Lawful good
Marital status/relationship status: Single
Good/positive habits: Optimistic thinking, steering clear of judging others, washing her hands frequently enough but not too much
Bad/negative habits: Biting her nails(when she’s anxious or bored, it’s just something she does), considering everyone of high authority, completely avoiding rough subjects
Abilities(magical): None, she isn’t a fantasy/supernatural/magical character
Special skills(not magical): Languages(She fluently speaks Dzongkha and Hindi, intermediate in English, and advanced in Chinese), cooking(she has a diverse amount of dishes she’s mastered), playing the acoustic guitar(she knows a lot of songs, and she’s even made some of her own), singing(her voice is pretty good, though with lessons she could improve), songwriting(due to her knowledge in languages, she’s good with rhyming and matching words, she’s written a song or two without publishing it)
Special hobbies: Playing the guitar, listening to music, cooking, songwriting, foreign language learning, jogging, sketching random patterns(she does this when she’s bored)
This is the Akashic Records. This “place” has been called by many names over the years. The Great Library. The Key to Salvation. God. This is due to its nature as the recorder of the multiverse as it records every single even that did happen, will happen, and could happen.Thus it is an infinte well of knowledge. This very place…is the basis for all magic found in this world.
You see in the Records exist indivisual things called Sprites which are assigned one person for their whole entire lifetime. This sprite purpose is to record everything that person will do and has done.
Path: These are words which can sum up what the person’s whole life will be like. An example is if the person’s life will be full of hardship with several problems along the way but they still manage to pull through. They would have an earth path to show the unyielding nature of earth. A path doesn’t have to be an element such as the path of Infinity. The person’s life has multiple different options it could go down. The person could be a chef, swordsman, scientist, poet or most likely all of the above. Paths can be used in magic to create techniques.
Techniques: These are one of two things. Incarnations of the person’s life is the first one. What do I mean by this?Your Sprite when you access it supplies pivotal moments of your life. However, a filter of sorts filters this information once it comes to the earth as it turns these key moments into symbols that represent the moment. This si due to the fact that the Filter is governed by human prespective on the certian indivisual thus causing one event to have different techniques
Imagine you are a necromancer who was trying to bring to loved one back from the dead? However, it turned out to be a horrible mistake as your loved one came back as a monster. A possible technique is:
Technique: Dolly: The embodiment of his love for his younger sister. The dedication he went through to bring her back to life. The laws he has broken and the things he had to do. Only to get a full-blown monstrosity. This technique is the summoning of his sister….in a distorted form. This form of his sister is full of hatred and grief attacking the first thing it sees with a vengeance.
The other type of technique is they type which one uses their path to create a technique. This is a rather simple process when one knows of their path. When you create techniques for example lets say my path is that of a wolf. Wolves are known to be relentless with their prey and track them down no matter what. Thus a potential technique I could pull of is an homing atttack which follows the target where ever it goes.
Skill: These are passive effects which are gained from accomplishing something. An example would be a swordsman who managed to take down an entire army down by themselves they would get the skill Man Slayer whcih would make such things much easier the next time. It also matters on the perspective of other people around you. You see the reality filter is based off the actual information and the rumors and legends surronding the being. Thus the previously aftermentioned necromancer has gained the skill
Magnum Opus: This captures the essence of one’s existence. Something beyond a technique or a skill. A mage’s greatest work. The embodiment of a mage’s whole entire life. This is when a mage transmit’s all the information on their life through the Filter thus the reason why it can be considered the incarnation of the mage’s life. A Magnum Opus varies on the indivisual with some being entire universes hidden in a pocket dimenision or summoning of powerful creatures. This necromancer poet’s Magnum Opus is:
Djall wasn’t very liked by the other gods, his existence having brought upon a sensation disliked by them. Thus, he decided to create his own home, one where he could be at peace.
Where do you think the God of Pain would be at home? The fiery pits of a volcano? The torturous depths of Hell? Whatever you are thinking, you are wrong. His realm is one of beauty, with grassy plains, rolling hills, and forests with trees that reach to the sky make up this realm. There is a singular cottage within the center of this dimension, where he resides. He calls this realm the Fields of Agony, so as to deter anyone from disturbing him, a result of the isolation he faced by both life and the gods.
When one walks inside the cottage, they will find the necessities for a beautiful home. However, there is also a basement entrance at the back of the cottage, which when opened, reveal a long staircase spiraling twenty feet down. Once in the basement, one will find nothing except for a strange, demonic, pedestal, with an orb hovering above it. This orb glows blood red, with low whispers coming from it. This is the Odynic Orb, and only Djall can use it safely.
To use it, he places both hands onto the orb, and is instantly hit with a major sensation. This sensation being pain, of course, the pain of every single being in existence. He can feel not only physical pain, but also emotional and mental pain. He knows exactly whatever one individual is feeling, and why they are feeling it. However, the greatest feature of this orb is that he can control the intensity of these feelings, choosing who feels more or less pain, as well as calming or making events worse if they involve that pain.
Should this orb ever be destroyed, it would let loose a cataclysmic wave of agony and destruction, capable of killing gods. This is the reason as to why he pays so much attention to the orb, making sure it is safe and unharmed, protecting all of existence from a horrible fate.
Pain. Something nearly everyone in the world views as being terrible, something that people have been trying to learn to get rid of for years and years. However, these people don’t seem to understand the necessity that pain fulfills. One man understands this more than anyone, more than anything.
This man, is Djall. The God of Pain, the Zenith of Suffering. Towering above mortals with his intimidating stature and equally terrifying gaze, and yet, he wants nothing more than to help them.
He came into being long ago, when life first began to thrive and evolve from simple bacteria and developed a nervous system. One of these creatures had injured themselves, and rather than continue moving, uncaring for the damage it had received, it flinched. The very moment this creature had torn its flesh, Djall’s immortal life began. He made sure the creature felt the damage, making sure it stayed away from whatever had hurt it.
All the other creatures in this existence felt the same sensation once injured, and contrary to what one might think, this only helped them thrive. They evolved, protected by the knowledge of what can hurt them. Djall watched as life developed, happy that he could help them in his own way. However, nothing good lasts forever. Life began to look at Djall and the pain he brings as a curse, something to be viewed as unnecessary. With the loss of lifes happiness and love towards him, he became more distant from everyone, including other gods.
He is no fool, however, and knew that pain was necessary life to continue on the path it was going. So he stayed in the background, making sure pain could not be forgotten and discarded.
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