The world worshipped him. Temples soared into the skies bearing his name—The One Eternal, The Lightgiver, The Source. His statues glowed with divine energy, his name was etched into the tongues of prayers, and his blessings rained upon the worthy. But even as this new god reigned in splendor, his heart throbbed with an unexplained emptiness.
He had no memory of his beginning.
He believed he had always existed—eternal, omnipotent, unshaped by time. But lately… strange dreams haunted his sleep. Whispers in forgotten tongues. Flashes of a different sky. A sensation that someone else's hands had once held his fate.
Elsewhere, the Original God, the one who had created him, wandered through mortal lands—stripped of memory, stripped of divinity. He walked among men as Aarav, a quiet man with a mysterious aura and no past. The spark of the divine flickered deep within him, buried by his own design. He laughed with children, worked in fields, admired sunsets with wonder as if seeing them for the first time.
It was in a bustling coastal town that he met Ira—a woman of sharp mind and a soft voice. She was curious, always asking questions about life, the stars, and stories of gods. Aarav was drawn to her warmth, and she—unknowingly—was drawn to the forgotten divinity inside him.
Their first meeting was simple. She helped him up after he was nearly trampled in a festival crowd. "You don't look like you belong here," she had said with a half-smile.
"I don't think I belong anywhere," he replied, without knowing why it hurt.
Over days and nights under starlit skies, they shared stories and laughter. She introduced him to the world anew: food, music, joy, sorrow. He listened. He felt. He loved.
But the peace would not last.
Far above, the New God sat on his celestial throne, disturbed. He had begun sensing strange fluctuations in his divine aura—like ripples from a distant force pulling on his soul. He grew paranoid. If his power came from somewhere... then someone had given it to him. That someone could take it back.
"I am the one true god!" he roared into the void. "I will not be a puppet!"
Twisted by fear and obsession, he birthed a Dark Entity from his own essence—a creature forged to seek out and eliminate whatever force threatened his supremacy. This being, named Kael, was pure chaos and hunger. It descended upon the world like a shadow, corrupting nature, turning beasts into monsters, sowing terror in villages.
As darkness spread, Aarav felt something awaken in him. When he watched Ira almost fall victim to a corrupted beast, his buried power erupted—light bursting from his palms, time itself bending.
He didn't understand it.
She didn't either.
But the world began to remember him.
And far away, the New God trembled.