Prologue

Xo Pov:

The world as we know it has gone to shit and everyone is looking for a unique way to flush it down and scrub the cosmic toilet clean. Countries are at war for reasons so stupid I wonder how their asses got established in the first place.

All these damn humans have somehow managed to fuck up the planet so bad that In a couple of centuries they and every living creature on the face of the planet could potentially be exterminated. The systems of society or as I like to call them the straight jackets to individual thinking has led to more silent pain and suffering than I thought was logically possible and trust me I've been through some shit.

Now as an immortal ex un killable god you are all probably wondering why I give a shit about the human race. You're probably hoping for some heartwarming compelling story that will make everything all better and make you feel that your race hasn't completely gone to shit. Bad news no such story exists but if it makes you feel better when the God council convened to argue whether or not we should exterminate the human race for such drop dead shitty management of their planet and plane of existence I voted to let you all live on the basis you were going to eventually kill yourselves of anyway so do we really need to do got through the extermination motions. Apparently the majority agreed with my argument.

Well now I better get to my point. The point of my long winded and admittedly pompous slandering of the human race is to make the point abundantly clear that I truly do not give a shit about the human race and I am, and I quote in no way a hero no matter what that biased idiot Lor writes in the rest of the story. I have walked through valleys upon valleys of corpses sacrificed in my name, I have bathed in the blood of your race as they poured it on me while they showered me with gold. I am death, I am destruction and I will be the last face you will ever see if you cross me.

But to understand what's happening I am going to have to tell you how I ended up in my current situation and in my defense I never saw it coming and In all honesty I wish I never did now.

Undisclosed location in Afghanistan After the bombings by the US: confidential:

The world was set ablaze and in all honesty, I didn't mind. I grunted my face twisting in disgust as I stepped over the broken roasted corpses of a mother and her child the scent of burning meat still wafting around them dancing with the hot desert wind. As I walked down the dusty streets the dead started to appear with greater and greater frequency until I was basically wading through the charred corpses my contempt for the human race growing with each step until at last I stood in front of a dying child. He looked young incredibly so with his tiny charred frame laying on the desert sand his small chest barely heaving back and forth as if trying to forcibly pump the life back into his weak, fragile body as he breathed with sputtering gasps. With my face grim I looked down pulling my turban tight against my face and looked for the features of who he could once have been. With a grunt, I bent down shifting my arms beneath his tiny frame to lift him up with one smooth motion noting how light he was barely more than a sack of bones probably because of intense malnourishment I noted. As I stood feeling the boys burnt, scarred skin brushing against my shirt the air suddenly resounded with a bang the crack of gunfire in the air causing the child in my arms to squirm and turn in my arms complete and utter terror present in his limp eyes as he stared behind me his weak arms suddenly surging with unprecedented strength as he stared behind me gripping my arms as tight as his little arms possibly could. I dropped low riding on instinct as the first round of gun fire tore through the air i occupied barely a millisecond ago the resounding bragh bragh coming from about 500 meters behind me. As I fell in the hot sand putting my body right above the boys I turned my head catching the view of seven men dressed in pants and shirts with turbans wrapped around their faces reloading their ak47s for the next volley. I stood turning around to face the dead men and I smiled "So. You bitches ready to burn" I growled and then I made my move I released the wild energy in my veins and summoned twin balls of fire in each hand each one so hot the air wavered with the increasing temperature of the flames. I smirked and then pushed out both my palms sending both balls of flame spinning towards the group of horrified humans who just stood there stock still for some weird concoction of fear and shock. In fact they still stood there mouths open as the flames devoured them whole rendering them nothing more than ash to be blown away with the desert sand. With a smirk, I turned white hot flames spiraling around my body in an ancient dance, spinning my long shoulder long hair spiraling around me as well as setting the draconic tattoos on my 6'4 frame alight "well that was anticlimactic". Of course this is when the land mine below me decided to blow. With a resounding boom a wave of explosive force rushed towards me so fast all I could do was utter "oh shit" as the explosion hit me full force so hard it threw me through a wall. Now there is something we have to set straight. In real life when you get thrown through a wall most of the time you don't get up and you definitely do not get up ready to go for round two, this right here is one of those time you stay down and pray the people trying to kill you don't notice the massive hole in the wall. I groaned as all the damage i took hit me all at one with a vengeance. Pain searing and absolute reigned it ugly head sending wave after wave after me like a persistent ex wife leaving me with no other option but to swallow my pain and start cataloguing my damage. Dislocated shoulder and nose, fractured ribs and pretty sure I am the first fallen god to be able to claim a broken ass and in all honesty I am damn proud. Now if only pride stopped bullets. I lifted my head up wincing as the gashes and dislocated nose started sending me a very clear message. If you have any common sense at all stay the fuck down. Now if only I had some of this mythical contraption I heard it tastes like cotton candy. I concentrated feeling the feathered amulet that rested on my chest. A handy little trinket I picked up from a tribe of Cherokee native Americans back in the wild west. It has the ability to consume and transform energy into different magical waves and frequencies. I sent a strand of my energy in activating the healing formation designed inside and sending waves of that good stuff out to heal me. I lay there not at all grunting like an elderly pig on the way to the slaughter: tired and grumpy as hell. I gave a low hiss as the energy popped my bones back in the socket slowly healing the impressive array of bruises and cuts scattered all over my battered body sending a intense itching sensation winding throughout my body all the way to my skin. Hey maybe I can live through this. Obviously that's when the universe decided to kill me. All of a sudden a dark energy pervaded the air in a never-ending wave spiraling through the air like a thick fog giving out a thick aura of death. A scrawny leg pushed through the hole as the child I saved walked through with a demonic smile the blood from his injuries sifted around his body healing him right in front of my eyes as well as moving in a spiraling fashion forming tattoos of blood red Aztec patterns with demonic image after image forming on his skin like a never-ending picture movie of death. The blood continued flowing to his fingertips and forming sharp fingertips out of solid condensed blood. He walked towards me grinning all the way his smile twisting and changing till it became nothing more than a pair of blood red lips stretching so far across his face it pulled past the natural lips becoming something out of nightmares his eyes became jet-black spiraling till it became nothing more than small black circles. His eyes looked at me and all I felt was endless cold an aura of blood so intense I could taste it. gathering all my strength I moved my hands sending a powerful bolt of electrify spiraling towards him. Impossibly his mouth got even wider before he opened it exposing a black hole covered in endless teeth devouring the lightning bolt. And with an unnatural click his mouth closed. I shifted looking up at him I groaned letting out the manly croak that was my voice "Why" and with an impossibly wider smile he laughed "Because family should always be a priority dear" and then he ripped me to pieces slowly and carefully letting me see each bloody part of my body before he devoured it like a starving mutt. My name is Axolotl I am one of the most powerful fallen gods you will ever hope to meet. And I died screaming