The Tale of Doviculas and Giggles

The Awakening

There was once a god born not of creation, but of destruction.
He was the shadow that followed the light, the silence after the storm.
His name was Doviculas, Father of Endings, and his reach stretched across both light and darkness.

In the heart of the void, where time had no meaning, Father of Creation Omogoden spoke to his imprisoned son.

"Awaken, my son. The time has come for you to cast your light and your darkness upon the world.
Are you ready to be released from this prison?"

From within the abyss, a voice answered-quiet at first, then steady.

"Father? Why release me now? Where are my brothers?"

Omogoden's radiance broke through the shadows as he replied.

"Your brother Azrael still watches over Heaven.
Alastine remains in Hell-the damned must always have a watcher.
And Alladon continues his duty as Reaper of Souls.
Now it is your turn. You must fulfill your purpose... and destroy."

"How long have I been here?"

"Long enough, my son. The world has forgotten what true power feels like. Now rise. There is work to be done."

Chains fell away. The air stirred for the first time in an age.

"What would you have me do, Father?"

"There are those who call themselves gods, though they know nothing of godhood.
They are false, feeding on mortal belief and empty pride.
Find them. Confront them. And destroy them before they grow stronger."

"This is your wish?"

"No," said Omogoden, his voice rolling like thunder. "This is my command."

And so the God of Destruction rose once more-
to bring ruin, so that something new might one day be born from the ashes.

"Destruction breeds creation.
When something falls apart, it leaves space for new beginnings."
- Unknown