2.Scythe God's backstory

There was a bright light, some say it was red, some say it's blue or yellow, people say it had a single color.

There-was-a-bright-light and I say it was white. This bright light brought light to this universe and it created the universe. The light made a shadow of itself or an evil version and it made it so that no matter what, there would be at least one imperfection in the universe so that no one is pressured to be perfect.

That plan backfired, the universe painted White's shadow in a evil way, this shadow was named the color black. Black was always friends with White, and White had commanded that no matter what, there would be Black in White and White in Black.

This universal rule meant that no matter what, if one of us were killed then they would come back through the other.

And if you didn't guess, I am Black, and White is a long lost friend that has gone missing. I've been searching ever since White created humans, and I've been trying to care for them in White's absence.

People grew too used to me and eventually found out I was a shadow of they're creator and they raged for years and eventually abandoned me and left to fend for themselves.

Years later I grew lonely and sad,my tears filled the canyons, they filled and drowned parts of the once green and thriving plains of the world known as Zepher, and the Seas, the oceans, the rivers, and the lakes arose and covered almost half of the planet.

In my sadness I created what the universe painted, the day was worshiped and everything thrived and grew during the day,but at night there was silence. Nothing awakened but birds of the night and some other animals of very few number.

The night was when nothing happened, everything was still and quiet like a church mouse.

It was like everyone was hiding from the light of the moons, and the darkness that would surround them. I didn't grow jealous because I created those differences.

I made one moon God and two moon goddesses,they created what would be the Sun and then night and day became existent.

I've been alive for billions of years and it hasn't been good. People think of me as an evil being and I have embraced that fact but I still remember that White will come back even if they die.

Centuries later I created my weapon and used it for a while but I left it for heroes to find and use. Only one ever used it,any others thought of it as evil. And I grew even more sad and went to sleep.

Chapter 2 end