Son of Stars
The atmosphere split like a snake's tongue; it slithered around in the thick grass like dripping wine from a sinning priest's holy chalice. Stars connected from the deepest corners of darkness, rose from death itself to meet the sacred wish of a burning netherborn.
The King of what now we'll call the abode of the dead, requested something beyond the expectations from the past. His wish was simple: a hier to his throne. His opposite. Yet his child.
Impregnated in The Universe's womb, was forming a being who's powers were impossible to imagine. Its strength will flow through its veins like the spilled ink through the sky at dusk.
Its eyes followed every movement of the below for centuries, watching like a hidden god between unknown realms for the right time to embody the wraith's desire.
It became the sky. It became the Heavens, It became the land. It shaped everything inside it from birth, containing what existed before into the present. It wasn't just the hier to a throne. It was the new beginning.
