Ghoul

The Birth

The greatest battle in the history of the MetaVerse. Years of constant fighting. During the battle, a clash between Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon against Kronus resulted in me being born. A being of complete dark energy.

All I can recall is the beautiful scene of deaths and the delightful smell of fresh blood with the sound of swords and shields colliding. Nothing compares to my birth. None of my creators were aware of my presence. I took that opportunity to escape and then I found myself drifting in total emptiness. I was outside the MetaVerse, all those universes with their timeline and realities are a marvel to witness. My intrigue in the universes led to me being sucked into the universe by its magnetic pull.

The universe saw me as a threat, rightfully so because I destroyed all life in that universe. The universe would rather sacrifice another's life instead of its existence. The survivor of that universe was saved. I remember how I stood over his body ready to absorb his soul but the universe shone a light onto him and he transformed into a being of pure light and energy, my polar opposite. His sudden transformation caught me off guard which gave him the advantage. I was defeated and imprisoned inside a corner of the MetaVerse.

Drifting without a purpose, lost, alone and hungry. That all changed when a being entered the corner. He held great power, comparable to a universe. He couldn't see me since I am total darkness. I could sense his mental state was unstable which made him even more dangerous for a being like me. He then attempted to leave but struggled. Eventually, he escaped which left the barrier between the corner and the outside weak. I was able to escape and be liberated.

Millenia of anger and animosity for Marveliostron will finally be worth it. No longer will I be an embarrassment. He will die no matter what.