A very Fermit Begining

Part 0- a Name

     It gets lonely in the dimension of the all powerful ones. Some say its a home for those set apart from the rest, a glorious abode where they need not worry about the mortals and lowly folk. The all powerful ones see it as a prison. An endless expanse that keeps them hostage, where they rule above nobody and are equal to the few other ones there. They have their own space, and they rarely speak to one another. Its isolation drives some mad, but they can never die. Nobody got in, and nobody got out. Until one fateful day...

     One being, mighty and strong, sent out visions to those willing to see, hoping they would free him, buy to no avail. He had to find a way out, so he could see the mortal world, and once more have influence and power over them. Yet they ignored him. He was locked in his own personal palace, with no servants or subordinates. What is a king with no people to command? He had no perception of time, he just stayed. It was dark. He liked it that way, but he wanted so badly to make mortals experience the darkness too.

     Suddenly, he felt something. A mortal had recognised his visions, and drawn their representation of him. He started to take this form, as before he had been only void. As the mortal drew more, his appearance became more concrete, for whatever mortals believe a diety to look like, it becomes so. Now with a solid visage, he was recognised in the human realm. He could feel a presence of himself dwelling there. With every representation of him that was made, he escaped the prison bit by bit. Finally, the mortal gave him a name. With the name, he became fully formed in the mortal world. He would rule over with an iron fist, and the mortals would tremble in fear and awe before him. They would speak the name with respect, honor, and terror.

       The name of Fermit the Grog.