A number of years had passed and the God of Deaths wish had come true, he was given a son. This son was the personification of all evil and born of pure malice, this had its own effect on what was created.
When the child was born, he looked like any other God, great complexion and an aura that surrounded him. During the first few months of his life he would cry all the time writhing from side to side, his mother couldn't work out what was wrong with him. The months turned into years and before long the child was six years old. Not much had changed, he was always crying and complaining of severe pain. This was a side effect of his origins, being created not only from darkness but for a purpose of evil.
The child would often scratch and pull at his skin as if something was trying to get out from underneath it, the pain of something trying to burst through its surface and greet the world. The child's father couldn't bare it any longer. He couldn't stand the constant cries of pain and agony, he needed to find out what was going on.
Down in the dark world in which the God of Death lived was a Seer, someone who could see things that would come to pass. The child's father went to visit the Seer to ask her two questions,
"Great and powerful visionary, I have two questions to ask of you? " the God asked
"Master of all darkness, please proceed with your first" she replied
"My son is in great pain and agony, what is wrong with him?" he pleaded with the Seer
"Your son has been afflicted with the pain and torment of all evil and darkness. With every day your child's bones grow. With this growth his skin and muscles rip from the bone in order to reattach to their new places. Your son lives each day with the pain of his flesh parting his body, only to re-join and start over the next day" the Seer responded
With a look of horror and sadness Bolverkr turned back to the Seer, now wiser to ask her the second question
"Will my son help me win the Great Soul War?" he asked while kneeling in front of the blind woman
"Your son will play his part in this Great Soul War. He will provide you with much support that will be needed. However, the conclusion of this war is yet to be determined or seen. I can only tell you, he will play his part" she replied
"Take heed of my warning lord of darkness, on the night of the full moon on All Hallows Eve, all Godly protection is revoked and the immortal will become vulnerable" she cried out with tears of blood streaming down her face, as this was the beginning of the end.
Standing up and placing a coin into the Seers palm, the God of Death thanked her and left.
Bolverkr took Nailah to one side, making sure that his son was not in the room to hear what he had to say.
"The great eye of the world has told me the reason for our sons' pain, but also that he will form a huge part in our fight in the Great Soul War" he whispered into her ear
The child was hiding outside the room, listening to each word his father gave.
"She also warned me of a great danger. On the night when a full moon occurs on All Hallows Eve all Godly protections
are void and we are vulnerable" he said with a look of anguish.
The sound of a rock falling and rolling clattered behind where the child hid, this was not of his doing. The child ran off, scared it would give his position away, before his father had the chance to notice him.
A further ten years passed and with each year the knowledge of what was to come, mixed with the pain and suffering he felt, the child became driven by anger. The once young child of a God was now a weapon of pure evil.
It was the night before All Hallows Eve, now 16 years of age, when the child made a decision that would rid him of his pain and suffering once and for all. The day passed into night and there was a full moon in the sky. The child went down deep into the dark world so nobody would be able to hear the screams that would ensue from the actions he was about to take.
The child took hold of a broken piece of metal, lying on the ground and drove the shard directly into his arm. The shard sliced through the soft flesh and tendons below, severing each with the gouging motion of his hand. Blood began to pour from the wound, he shouted out in pure agony. He began to hack away even more at his arm, chunks of flesh falling to the ground, making a small pile in a sea of blood.
The child grabbed the loose, separated skin and muscle from his arm and pulled it with all his might. The flesh tore off the bone, parts still resembling the form they had come from. He continued to hack away at more areas of his body, letting out loud cries of intense pain with every slashing motion. Before long the child was on his hands and knees, surrounded by the skin and flesh that once sat upon his bones. The moon continued its voyage across the sky making way for the sun, All Hallows Eve was over and the child was now back to his immortal self.
The child stood up and for the first time was no longer in any pain or suffering. No longer was he having to deal with the daily tearing of tendons and ligaments, his bones were now free of their constraints and he could finally live. Bright eyes could be seen in the darkness around him, these were the eyes of Hell beasts smelling the flesh that lay upon the ground. The child made his way back to his parents while the beasts began their feast.
The child walked into the room in which his mother and father were sat, each of them letting out a scream of shock, his mother dropping to the ground wailing in sorrow.
"I am free of the pain father, free of the suffering that was clouding my judgement. I am ready to start my destiny and aid you in the Great Soul War" he explained
His father was feeling a mix of emotions, sadness that the boy he once knew was now gone and in front of him stood a creature of pure bone, fingers like claws and a deep fire within the sockets where his eyes once lived, but also an excitement of what was to come.
Pulling the hood of the cloak he was wearing up over the elongated skull beneath, he was finally ready to serve the purpose of his creation. He was to traverse the universe for souls to reap and bring to his father's aid in the Great Soul War.
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