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[center] Level 1 God of End (Forgotten)[/center]
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[i]Have you ever observed the sun when only a few meters away from its surface? Feeling its scorching flame licking your palm and having your eyes melted away. But you fell no fear. For how could you? Instead, your 

Touching a baby hand when he first opened his eyes? The way he smiles, so innocent and adorable that you just want for this moment to last. Feeling his wrinkle, hairless, and tiny face smiling when seeing you for the first time. 

Or have you ever sat on the couch in a warming Friday, sipping your newly brewed expensive coffee that you had been saving for special occasions, and enjoying the meaning of living? You would just close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to carve this image in your brain so that it would never go away. You could hear the ticking clock of the hurried life, but you don't mind it. You could hear the sound of the chair crackling softly under your weight. The static sound from the radio nearby, something that you promised to your wife that you would fix but never did, echo in the small room You could smell your expensive coffee’s aroma filling your nostrils, which come to think of it is no different than your company shitty coffee. You become more relaxed, something that you did not feel for a long time. And besides, today is your sick day, got to enjoy it somehow...

Have you ever felt death so near you? When his hand was just inches away from snatching your life, leaving your pathetic meat sack to rest at the bottom of the lake for eternity. You really want to prove he is wrong, that no matter what you are going to survive. But there is something very mesmerizing in his hand that you could not move your eyes away from his open bony hand. Your hands become slower on its trail for the surface. The light that just got bright for a moment is now getting dimmer. Your legs feel like mercury, too tired to even move a muscle. And besides, the monster is still holding you.

And somehow, you survive. You make it. You are wet but you did it...

And I hope you can remember that. Live a life the way you want. For your time is limited, not limitless. I am here for a reason, after all. [/i]

Holding the book in hand, the mist observed the letters to fade away likes ashes. Each stroke of inks becoming lighter and lighter until it finally evaporated into nothingness. The paper, crafted from some kind of strange creature, began to decompose as its atoms lose the force to hold them in one piece, resulting the book to turn into some fine brown power. But that also withered away into nothingness. [i]Entropy is at it highest and will stay like that for a period before this place turned into nothingness[/i], the mist thinks before picking up the disappearing sand that is scattering everywhere. It could just leave there, as these things will dissolve themselves in a matter of time. But the mist chose not to. Instead, it gathered all thing and carefully observing the small heap of book grains slowly disappearing. [i]In the end, there was nothing that could remain,[/i] the mist thinks as it moves to the door and begins to observe the final piece that this world had left to provide. A strange door. Human-made and linked to another world. A rare one. The mist had heard of doors like this, of which linked worlds to worlds. A strange excitement occupied its unrealistic brain, for what lies beyond the door frame. [i]Maybe a new home[/i], the mist thinks. Its home had come to an end, and there is nothing remained. 

In truth, there is still one thing remained, the mist thought while placing letting its head to rest on the door frames. Not all had ended in this universe. “Never abandoned thy duties,” the mist recited its laws. The world seems to shake under the mist’s thought as it cited the holy commandment of its creator. The universe wailed, the crying sound of a living being still wanted to live. From the corner of its eyes, if the mist has an eye to say, the white background is vibrating at the minuscule scale. The stars reborn and shined the pale background. Souls begin to recreate and living beings try to set foot on land. But that is all this universe could do before all things fall down like a poorly placed stack of cards. And the mist observed the final nail to the coffin. It paused before continuing, “Until all things had ceased to exist.”

“I'm sorry,” the mist whispered to itself before passing the door frame and entering the unknown. Behind it, the world is blank. And thus was the mist's mind, a clean slate of paper. [/hider]
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The mist walked through the door, only to be welcomed by strange beings. Godlike, but strange. It saw the velvet of war and blood, and taste the insatiable hunger came from somewhere that belongs to these beings. [i]The reptilian was here, barbaric and no less warlike [/i], the mist assumed from the smell of sulfur that is still in the air. And something that all these things have in common, their godhood. 

Turning itself into a misty spider, the small being jumped on the furry animals and whispered in its ears.

[color=6495ED]“Hello there. I'm new here...” [/color]The voice stop there as the mist had never anticipated such fluffiness before in its mind. And such fluffiness pleased the small misty spider. Running up and down the thing's right frontal limbs, the spider sang a little song. 

[color=6495ED]“The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.”[/color]

But on its way running down the goddess’ arm for the seventh time, the creature captured the sight of something miraculously. A goddess is giving birth to her spouse. And her sons and daughters are these little strange things with their cute little horns and adorable faces. 

Quickly dashing between others gods and goddesses and avoiding getting crushed, the small eight-legged creature jumped on the goddess’s shoulder before doing a small curtsy to the woman and the male. 

[color=6495ED]“Hello there. Is this you guys’ son?” [/color] 

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[hider= Summary]
Well, I promised that there would almost never the time where I write like this anymore. Quote me on this if I repeat this. Sorry 

[s]And my post just suck when comparing with any of you. [/s]

sliding down the Bear Mother's arms. 

talking to Kap and curtsy to Promus

Has 4/4 might and is a level 1 god

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