Born as a God: Canvas of the Damned
Two halves of a newborn god opened their eyes in the void—Black and White, each a reflection of the being they complete.
"Wake up!" the Black half said in a toneless voice.
"Stop yelling. I'm awake," the White replied in the same flat tone.
"Tsk, then why do we feel nothing at all?" Black asked, eyeing the blank figure before them.
"Because… nothing is what we are," White answered.
The realm fell silent, the two infants facing one another—until the Black half laughed.
"Haha, good. After all, nothing cannot be killed… nothing cannot be owned… it can only consume."
"Or be consumed…" White murmured, but the Black only laughed again.
“Let them try,” Black said. “They have no idea what our art will become.”
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In a verse where power molds reality itself, Gods, Constellations, Devils, and horrors clash for the Throne of Existence—until a new god emerges.
A being shaped by the world yet mirroring it, a divine canvas that soaks up power itself, feeding on the very force that fuels existence.
Power.
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