From the depths of hatred, depression, envy, guilt, self hatred, and the other scum and filth of many a world, something begins to stir. The sea of black ooze like rot churns, as the stench of a thousand rotting dreams brings bile into the mouth of anything near by, which is nothing, for the only thing near by is dead. The twisting and turning mass of all things hated and unwanted, dead and rotten, evil and despised begins to cause groans and moans from the foul pit to lift into the air of the perfect world above. Bones gather, rotten food breaks down, aged eye balls and bits of brain and skin float towards what ever is forming in this land of evil. Slowly, painfully, a figure forms. Blood curdling screams splits the world above, bringing death and pain back to a world which had tried to lock it away underground. Soil pulled apart, people fell into the slime, only for the sheer disgusting nature of the goo to cause them to wilt and rot, a slow painful death. Their flesh and organs gather to this mass of life, unwanted, un-loved in the world of which birthed it. A wail, like a baby newly born, mixed with a monster's last pained death shriek gurgled from the sludge. 

"It...lives!" A voice screams, dark, deep, and menacing

The figure, the creator of such a rotten, putrid, and disgusting thing walked across the sea of concentrated pain, loss, and suffering, only to pluck a new born monster from the deep slime. A simple mass of dark grey slime, no visible feature, the creation of such a monsters could be felt by anything which served a divine power. They would feel a wrenching of their stomach, and a nausea. The pool of sheer disgusting mass welled up, and swallowed the world that was so determined to keep it down, like bile rising in their throats, only to choke them all into a sea of eternal death. 

The dark one is born.....but now this lump of clay is in the hands of fate....