I was born on a day when the world was drowning in darkness and chaos. I was the son of the leader of one of the great clans in our world, but I was no ordinary child. From the moment I opened my eyes to this world, I was different. No one knew that I was born carrying a mysterious curse—a curse that held within it unlimited power and knowledge beyond human comprehension. With striking features and eyes that gleamed with intelligence, I was the center of attention.
As I grew older, my power increased at a terrifying rate. The knowledge I gained accumulated in my mind as if there were no limits to it. But this power and knowledge granted to me by the curse brought me nothing but solitude. I was stronger than my peers, and I could see the fear and disdain in their eyes. Even my own family distanced themselves from me, preferring to leave me in isolation.
I was always alone, and the people of my clan looked at me with fear and contempt. The more they distanced themselves from me, the more my hatred for the world around me grew. No one understood me, and no one could stand in my way. What made matters worse was discovering the betrayal of those closest to me. My father, the leader of the clan, had been hiding the truth about my curse and had been planning to get rid of me since my birth.
One day, I overheard a conversation between my father and the clan leaders. They spoke about me as if I were nothing more than a tool that needed to be disposed of. My father said, "This child is a threat to us all. His power grows stronger every day, and we must eliminate him before it's too late."
Those words carved wounds in my heart that would never heal. I felt the ultimate betrayal. My father, the one who was supposed to be my protector, was conspiring against me. That was the moment that ignited the flames of hatred and resentment within me. I decided then that I would not let anyone live. No one deserved life. They were all traitors, and they would all pay the price.
Then, one day, I realized the horrifying truth—there was no one worthy of life. Not a single innocent soul existed in this world. They were all part of this corrupt cosmic system. I decided to make them pay the price. I started with my own clan, and I destroyed them with my own hands. None survived my blade or my power.
After that, I wandered between worlds, spreading destruction wherever I went. I took it upon myself to dismantle the cosmic order so that everyone could live in the darkness that reflected their true nature. I adopted the mask of a plague doctor as my symbol, hiding my face and embodying the ruin I left behind.
But my actions did not go unnoticed. The higher entities could not ignore the devastation I was causing. They engaged me in battle, and it was the most ferocious conflict in the history of the universes. They wielded immense power, but I was not afraid of them. Yet, my arrogance and overconfidence were my greatest enemies. My narcissism made me believe that I was invincible.
In the end, I lost. The higher entities managed to defeat me, and they did not stop there. As punishment, they stripped me of half my power and scattered it across thirty different worlds, each fragment guarded by a champion.
Now, my journey to reclaim my power has begun, piece by piece. I will not stop until I restore my full strength and make the higher entities pay the price.
This is my past. My curse was both power and knowledge, but it was also a curse of solitude and hatred. In the end, there was no one by my side. I was born with a curse, but I will reclaim my power and write my own destiny with my own hands.
This was only the beginning. My journey to regain my power will not be easy, but I will not stop until I achieve my goal. Each world holds a piece of my stolen strength, and every champion who stands in my way will meet the same fate as my clan. I will reclaim everything, and I will show them all that I am unstoppable. I will be the darkness that devours the light, the chaos that destroys order.