Well, I decided that I've not played many true Evil gods. I've played two good gods and a decidedly and loudly neutral god, but not a Evil god.
Thusly, the introduction for my god.
What man is so full of himself, so sure of his own prowess, that he might think himself a god? What man, then, would become a God of Death-dealers and murderers?
Such a man existed, once, in a sleepy town in the middle of nowhere. His name, long reduced to rumor, was to have been Able.
Able was a smart lad, quick to think and to know. He was a bright boy, capable and swift in absorbing all there was to be known in his little hamlet. He learned the sciences, then he learned the gods, and faster than any thought possible, he surpassed any man ever known in his knowledge of the practical things, and his devout worship.
Eventually, however, he had learned all that was known, by man and by god. His counsel was looked for from one edge of the land to the other, and pilgrims to his shrine of knowledge would filter in from far-away places, bringing strange news and taking whatever sort of fact Able was pondering that day.
Eventually, however, Able fell bored with this life. His alchemy was gathering no new information, his nets caught no new birds. He had catalogued and organized every species, every individual ever to cross his path. There was but one field left open to him, and he knew that the study of this field brought ruin upon many a man before.
There was nothing for it. Able felt compelled to learn, to figure out his fellow man. It was a dark path, for to learn it as wholly and completely as the other sciences it became necessary to walk in their shoes, to walk a mile in the blood-stained boots of a murderer. Such a venture corrupted and twisted a mans head, and when he came out he would be no better than his subject.
But Able was consumed in his firey lust for knowledge. He needed to know everything! All the world would be to him as an open book, left dusty and forlorn in a library. He would know the mind of a killer, and he would be none the worse for it. Yes, he assured himself, surely my patron will protect my mind!
Ables patron, the Goddess Inazali, who governed the wise, the scholars. Surely the goddess would protect such a valuble peice to her? Surely she would not cast away Able, who so readily had entered into her worship, and so easily had discovered the material and spiritual worlds?
As it turned out, Inazali was distracted, being courted as she was by the god of War. Her protection flatered, and in that instant, a seed of darkness found it's way in. A fluttering shade, just out of sight, just out of mind, just audible enough to whisper dark and bloody thoughts into Ables mind.
Inazali, being a goddess, saw the Shade that had found Able, and warned him of the danger. But she was too late, and Able merely smiled at her and ran her through with a machine of his own creation, a lance that would kill gods. In her dying breath, Inazali asked Able why he would do such a thing. Able breathed deeply and said nothing but five words.
"I shall be a Titan."
And in that moment, the Titan of death was born. In that moment, Able died with his goddess, and Chlorine rose from his ashes. And Chlorine looked at the world, seeing all the bright things that were and all the fire and death that would be.
And he would enjoy every minute of it.
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