Prologue

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{ Welcome to your new life Mr. Branson Mosley }

Branson P.o.v

I woke up, and the first thing I saw was a throne room with lustrous braziers at the bottoms of each of the twelve sandstone columns lit up most of the throne hall and shroud it in a dark orange radiance. The thousands of gems on the arched ceiling dance in the flickering light while gargoyles and carved images look down upon the maple floor of this magnificent hall.

A lavender rug runs from the throne to the doors and is matched by smaller ones on either side of the hall, while ribbon banners with golden borders droop from the walls. The curtains were adorned with decorating tips and subtle patterns.

An elegant throne of obsidian sat beneath a relatively plain-looking baldachin (canopy) and adjoined by many equally impressive seats. The throne is covered in elaborate marks, and fixed on each of the slim ears is a diamond angel wing. The thick pillows are a dark lavender, and these two have been adorned with golden lacery.

Before I had time to process what was happening A beam of light and a calming of emotions all around marked the coming of something coming; after closing my eyes for a mere second, a gorgeous being with entirely white eyes stood in front of me. For a brief moment, they look at me; it fills you with an immense sense of awe.

Two fantastic wings of moonlight cast a large shadow on you. Their slender body glides with a solemn determination and is wrapped in white cloth. They hold a scroll in one hand, and a gentle, humming sound can be heard from it.

I look at their gentle face once more; an ever so slight grimace is visible. They raise a hood over their heads, hiding it partially before venturing onward. When I went to speak to it, I heard a crackle in the blackness, a wave of heat, and suddenly I was challenged by an immense creature of grime and embers. Three clouded eyes stare at me with a harrowing excitement, and another crackle rages from its humongous mouth as if a warning or challenge to you.

Six jagged horns adorn its oval head, which itself is crackling with intense heat from within. A whistling snort escapes the creature's broad nostrils set within a bony nose with Its oval head sits atop a lofty, greasy body. Bones protrude from its chest, perhaps a remnant of even stranger times. The creature moves closer to me. Its four legs easily carry its glowing body with a sedated energy.

Two narrow wings extend themselves fully. Blackened bones and feathers of fire stretch upward, and perhaps it'll fly away soon. The creature no longer looks at me, and it has lost interest. I blinked a few more times when their status came up in a flash.

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Name: Rehael

Race: Angel

Title: First Angel

Level: 1000

HP: 30000

MP: 50000

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Name: Zorniz

Race: Demon

Title: First Demon

Level: 1000

HP: 50000

MP: 30000

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Rehael and Zorniz looked at each other with hatred but quickly looked back at me and kowtowed at me. "Master, will you be attending the meeting," asked Rehael. Suddenly information entered my mind; the meeting he was talking about was the one that happens every 100 years or so. All the Gods and Goddesses, whether they are old or new, attend the meeting. They discuss situations that are happening on the mortal plane that have caught the eyes of the Gods.

I looked at them, thinking about what I should do. The strange thing was that I was too calm about the situation I was in. But this is a meeting between all the gods; somehow, I became a god. I must learn more about our situation before I even go to this meeting. So I made my decision and nodded at both of them.

Rehael and Zorniz looked shocked at my decision. Which made me think that the God I became didn't go to the meeting at all. "Then will the meeting be held here in your throne-room," replied Zorniz. I once again nodded and told them to alert the other gods and goddesses as well as the staff to clean up the throne room as well. I made my way out of the room and went to a garden that I somehow knew the way to.

When I entered the garden, what I saw was A neatly trimmed patch of grass that was flanked by tall hedges, bushes, and shrubs. A fountain stands in the center of the garden, offering a calming element to an already serene garden. The rows of flowers are unkempt, but look all the better for it; they're a unique, miniature world. The hedges, bushes, and shrubs reach 1.5m/5ft high, but this is about as tall as they'll arrive. A few little signs are scattered around the garden, offering a glimpse of the best spots. Vines and roots playfully creep and crawl their way through the gardens, eager to expand their foothold beyond the locations given to them.

The fountain is what started the creation of this entire garden in the first place. The rows of flowers deserve to be paid attention to as well, and the hedges, bushes, and shrubs are hard to miss, but the rest will just always be eclipsed by the fountain. I sat down on a bench and opened my status.

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Name: Calirone (Former: Branson Mosley)

Race: GOD

Title(s): Father of Creation, Origin, Ancient One

Level: ???

HP: ∞

MP: ∞

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When I finished looking at my status. I saw that i and a voice recording left in my inbox. So I press play to hear it.

{if you hear this, that means you have taken over my body. Who am I? That is what you're probably wondering. I am Calirone the Father of Creation and the one that brought you here to this world to take my place.}