There.....
There once was a man who found himself lying on his deathbed at an age long before his time. There seemed to be no hope for he, who gasped for both air and life.
With his last breath, he prayed to any god who would hear him to Please...spare...his life.
In an instant, he was lying on marble table in a room full of blinding light. There, surrounded by a group of otherworldly beings, he listened to them convene on the matter. They decided to spare him and with him being one who understood the difference between life and death, they gave him the power over both.
After he awoke from his slumber with his new found power, he began seek others who were in need of help. In his many travels, he gave the sick more time. He put the suffering to rest. He visited areas of drought and raised crops. He told couples who could not conceive to conceive and they did. He changed many lives for the better.
He was happy in his new role, until one day his lover fell ill. He told her not to worry. He would save her. He tried again and again, but each one of his valiant efforts failed. Rain fell from the sky as her life expired with her lying in his arms.
He turned his anger to the gods above. He screamed, shouted and cursed them. He demanded to know why they had taken his love away from him. They said that they had taken nothing from him. He was a god and gods have no room for petty things such as favor. He could not use his powers to create change that was driven by his emotions. And with that...they left him.
The young god was enraged. He swore revenge. He had the power over life and death.
The gods would watch as he laid waste to every living thing on earth. In the end, they would all perish.
The skies grew dark. His eyes glowed bright yellow as he eyed his first victim, but he could not even bring an ant to its knees. Not even a weed could be struck down by his hand. His thirst for vengeance would never be quenched. It was all fueled by the loss of his soulmate.
Realizing that he was a god who was completely powerless, he traveled to the deepest darkest regions of the lands far away and exiled himself to a cave....
Where eventually, the god over life and death, was eventually killed by grief.
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