You know, "once upon a time" is normally how you start a fantasy story that has a happy ending, or sometimes you start with "In a land, far far away" But we'll be doing this differently, and it'll be a bit of a darker story...
Back in time, hundreds, thousands of years ago, there was an illusion we petty humans believed to be freedom, but we were trapped in our own minds that our species was slowly dying in place, not moving to heal and survive. And that was when the plagues came, our species was dying at a rate that made the past years of that time look inferior to the rate of death during the plagues...
Our world leaders feared for the permanent elimination of humanity itself, we all believed we would die from these wretched embodiments of Death himself, we tried to find solutions, we preformed experiments upon humanity to create an immunity to the waves of death, a solution to the natural genocide. But to no prevail. We soon resorted to religion, our lands had died, or food had depleted, our water was running out, we prayed to the gods of our earth, and soon, to humanity's true desire, our prayers were answered, and the gods gave us gifts, the Magi...
The Magi were true gifts, with the power of the gods, a power we could hardly comprehend as humans, the first Magi was born, and had stopped aging at the age of twenty-one, becoming the first human to be born with true immortality, the second human god recorded in history, second to the Christian religion's "Jesus of Nazareth" but Jesus had not been recorded with immortality, but with virtual invincibility. But the first gift from the gods, was the gift from the Mayan god of of creation, wind, and knowledge, the gift we named "Nazeem Ceeleva" the patron child of Quetzalcoatl. But he was not the only gift, soon more children were born, with immortality and gifts beyond human comprehension, some mortal, some immortal. Me? I'm Lukas Deleath, the mortal child of Kaine and Able, the Broken gods, and original children of the Christian religion's nameless God, but had soon been worshipped by mortals who desired their power and gifts...
Throughout time, mortal children have come and gone, some powerful, some weak, some legendary, some unknown. This story is about myself obviously, but also about a truly immortal child of a nameless God, and now, he will remain a nameless legend, and the rest shall not be known until their times, and their ends...
So with these last spoken words, let this story begin, and let words fall, hearts break, minds solve, and bones decay...
SAINT'S MARTYR...
