My story starts as most stories do. At the beginning. I was born a long time ago in a small town with a large family. My father was a community voice and my mother backed him on everything. On the surface we were normal. however, when the curtains were down and the lights were dim my family plotted and consorted amongst themselves. They were all venomous snakes waiting for the perfect time to strike. My families main goal was to rule the small town that we lived in and helped so much. I didn't agree with that so I killed them all and left on my grandest adventure of my own.

I don't have memories of my adventure. Only dreams. The reason is a product of my own doing and will be told later on. I started with a little ambition to be more powerful. Then it became everything that i lived for. I gained enough power to sit amongst the gods and I did, but it wasn't enough I wanted more power. I wanted to sit alone and toy with mortals alone and without restraint. So, I began destroying gods and taking their power as my own. The further I got in power the less sane I became. Eventually I was so insane that I took on more than I was ready for. The remaining Gods banded together and removed everything I ever had. My memories, my race, my power, and my thirst for power. I'm just an average human now, with a bit of insanity. I still strive to be great, but not all powerful.