Prologue

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     Some are born as gods. The chances of this happening is lower than one in six billion. There are normally seven born every five centuries, one for each of the seven races. Sometimes there are cases in which one who was supposed to be a god is not, and they are born with a deformity. Sometimes they have the characteristics but not power of a god.
     When I was born, the power of a god was with me. And then it fled leaving me with immortality and a power no one else has. The power to clothe the dead in flesh and make them live and breathe again. I could give them a soul and set them free in the world to be truly alive again. I could bind them to the service of myself or someone else.
     What I could not do was take the target off my back or the Shimmer from my eyes and my hair. All gods had the Shimmer, making their hair and eyes like liquid metals or gems.
     I had the mark of a god, and seemingly the power too, but if I really were a god, I would be able to keep the demons away. They kept coming for me, trying to capture me and take me to the Underworld, to Hades, Lord of the Underworld and Ruler of the Dead. He wanted my power, wanted my soul…and I refused to give it to him.

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Hey to all my readers (like one at this time) I will try to updated once a week. Sometimes I am lazy and don't feel like writing so I have stockpiled some chapters...Anyways thanks for reading this is my first Wattpad story hope you enjoy!!! :)

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