I ought to win in the war that I set forth. It was the war that will end all wars. My legion that can level mountains, drought oceans, scorch forests, and Sins that can make an Archangel kneel. This is no war, but a massacre against my fellow gods. It is I the Shadow, Death-bringer, Archon of Shadows. I possess vast army and absolute fiends, yet they lacked loyalty, my own creation led to my own demise. Stealing the glory for themselves. I thought it will be a fun day, I'll get to meet my childhood friend after a long time. Such excitement turned into despair. My only world, my mother's life, stolen away from me by a fiend that made our life an amusement. Divided by epoch, united by one desire; vengeance.