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Kill...

Destroy...

Erase...

What would you feel if these were the only words that you keep hearing inside your head ever since your conscience bloomed into this universe? I was not even a day old yet I already knew the meaning of these words as if I had experienced them firsthand and as if I had done them a millionth time. I had the knowledge on how to become the very God of the reason as to why I was brought to this world but I had hesitancy.

I was given the name of Corlos and was sent into space to become the essence of ruination or so as to what I believe and what they believe based on what my composition was. I was to be the death of all those living. I was to be the darkness to someone's hope. I was to bring conflict into harmony and I... Didn't want any of those. Hearing them made me develop a sense of sadness and confusion as if I feel like their sense of judgement were all wrong and that they got the wrong God to do the job.

Once I was sent into space from the planet of Gods and was ordered by the guardian never to return to my origin, I set flight to find the meaning of what my existence will really be to others and what kind of God did I want to be despite the nagging thoughts inside my head.

It was strange for a God such as I to question my own power but there must be more to life than just death and destruction. I wanted to create a planet just like the other newborn Gods who I came out with but I had no such power to do so. I was given the power of destruction and not the power of creation yet I intended to give life rather than death.

Why did I have to remember all those things? Was it to remind me that I have to repent for the crimes that I did? Was the reality of me being a God of something that I never wanted to be in the first place slamming me back into a situation that I didn't want to be in?

I have given a miserable ending to so many lives that deserved a happy ending. I destroyed so many worlds that deserved a place in this universe. I didn't want to be this kind of God yet the God of Fate agreed with them.

Gods were perfect in the eyes of the faithful but in truth, perfection lied in a blank space voided of any living and dead matter. Gods were just a higher form of being with greater power giving them the capability of creating worlds and setting rules based on the standards of their own beliefs and desires.

We have so many standards of life. In this world it could be a crime based on the law of God and the law of man but maybe in other planets, it could have been a good deed because the God that created that world was different from the God ruling here. For this, the universe was created to be big for people to be free to find themselves a place to call home.

If you think about the very origin of all things you'll only get frustrated because there was never a definite answer. There will always be someone of higher power and just the thought will make you realize that the universe was mostly dark for a reason and that was to hide its secrets and to stir a dreamer's imagination of the good and bad things watching.

I have lived for a very long time. I have seen thousands of planets in my wake and I have seen hundredths from that count get destroyed by no other than me. If by chance I get killed or if Dugen decided to finally withdraw my powers back to the Tree of Fertility, the universe will continue on. If my privilege as a God was suddenly taken from me along with my life, I pray to the God of Protection to shield the only person who accepted me and had faith in me despite having no knowledge of my Godly origin.

I was always the God who knew what he wanted to take without even thinking of its significance and then one fateful day, this perverted two-winged fairy decided to give a God what he needed...

I should be insulted as a God shouldn't I? But...Have you ever heard of a God being grateful for being comforted over a dead pet squirrel? I think not...

There were good Gods and there were bad Gods and if good Gods were good at being good then I can guarantee you that the bad Gods will make you wish that they forsake a world already.

To many God meant goodness and salvation but if you ask me what I know about Gods I'll tell you that not all will give you salvation; some will hand you with utter devastation.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the most rotten of them all?"

My eyes blinked open and saw an endless circular ceiling of light with a glow of azure. I slid my arm over the white wet grass that emitted the same cerulean glow and rose up to my bare tiny feet.

It was quiet with the sound of teasing waves of hidden power swaying in the air. My head were flooded with the repeated words of kill, destroy, and erase but I was calm the whole time and at the same time I questioned myself: "Who or what did I want to kill, destroy and erase?"

Everything seemed so gigantic in my eyes and even the doors covered in blue glowing moss were mammoth-sized.

I placed my hands against the doors and pushed them open effortlessly despite the difference in size and weight. I walked into the wide hallway and saw the walls lined up with the same doors with children coming out of them. The hallway had flickering lights coming from the skies above due to the fast pace of shift between day and night. Bright ray of lights got splattered with the orangey tints of the afternoon and got poured with the darkness of the night and the cycle went on in a matter of seconds.

Two of the children which came ahead of me pushed the doors open which led outside of the hallway. It was pitch black outside and then suddenly it'll completely be consumed into a blinding white light. It shifted into extremes of darkness and lightness and neither of the colors showed who was beyond there waiting for us.

"Get in line Gods..." a strong, firm and deep voice ordered causing us to look at each other in question but nevertheless followed. "First one in line, get in."

The people beyond these doors took us one by one. The child who'll get in will either get consumed by the light or by the dark. There was no pattern to it. Once I was the next one in line, it became pitch black as if it knew how my fate will end. I walked inside with no fear inside of me. I know nothing of emotions but I knew I had to follow.

Once I got out, three figures greeted me in a white cloak and they stared down at me while I look up. I couldn't see their faces but I can sense the strength in their gazes.

"I am Fuxborh, God of Judgment," the one from the left introduced. His voice was firm and strong and decisive.

"I am Ekara, Goddess of Birth," the one from the middle said next.

"I am Umis, God of Spirits," the last one spoke.

"What is his name Ekara?" Fuxborh asked.

"His name is Corlos, what is he Umis?" Ekara questioned next.

"He is created to destroy, to cause war, to spread darkness, and to end what is needed to be ended," Umis replied. "He is such a rare kind of God. We need him to control the population of planets in the three universes. What is your decision Fuxborh?"

Shut up. I won't be a killer.

"He cannot create but can only destroy...his powers cannot grow through multiplication but through depletion. We'll have him destroy godforsaken planets and have what remaining godly power they have return to the tree but let's see what the God of Fate has in mind. He is unpredictable."

I said shut up I'm not a killer! If you won't shut up I'll-I'll have to kill you!

Ugh... What was happening to me?

"Agreed," Umis and Ekara approved. The Goddess of Birth bent down and collected me into her arms. "You may be the God of the Destruction but through you, beginnings happen too." She placed a kiss onto my forehead which then transported me out of the birthing chamber of Gods.

At that point, without even being given the chance to disapprove, I was given a name and my purpose was already written. I was judged for the very first minutes of my life and without even an explanation, I was kicked out into the grassy expanse of this world waiting for whatever was in stored for me. I grew angry at them and with that anger came with the urge to end them.

I was in a tag of war.

I turned around and saw the Tree of Fertility standing with huge pearl-like things on it. Those pearls were its leaves and in those pearls composed of the Primary Gods who creates Secondary Gods such as me.

At the sky I saw other Gods floating for fun and games and others soaring out for their departure to the universe. The sound of metal clanging towards me did not deter me from looking up to the skies and the feeling of pins started to agonize me after such conversation with those Gods.

"Welcome Corlos, I am the Guardian of this planet. I will prepare you for your departure," the deep voice from before who ordered us to line up spoke from behind me.

I let the words of the three Gods sink in which just caued an even more rapid downfall of my mood and behavior. I turned around and found a white armored man bearing a face which resembled the universe.

"I would like to be reborn," I requested. I feel like I'll lose control any minute from now.

"But you were just born," the Guardian pointed out which subtracted more from my patience.

"I am a God, don't question me!" I demanded with arrogance starting to radiate in my voice.

"I am a God too so don't question me," The Guardian retorted.

Annoyance started to make itself present and the urge to kill began to swell inside of me. "I am a greater God than you. You are nothing!"

"I can kick you and send you one million light years away from here and you will be nothing," he replied automatically as if he had heard the same statements throughout all his years of living.

My true personality came out in such a short span of time but despite having to deal with me, the Guardian handled me well. He must have dealt with a lot of arrogant Gods and Goddesses before me.

"You're ugly!" I spat.

The Guardian lifted me by my stomach and carried me against his side. He was a giant in my perception but at that time, I feel like I could take him on in a fist fight if only he could just put me down.

"Yes, I have a schedule with the Goddess of Beauty but it would seem that I have to move it again because of nasty little Gods such as yourself."

"The Goddess of Beauty is powerless against your ugliness," I spoke out and the Guardian placed me down beside a lone pillar.

"Well, why don't you suggest her to quit being the Goddess of Beauty then and just replace her? You seem to know your ways of beautification," he replied with no such irritation in his voice.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. I need a sword or a gun or anything just to kill Guardian.

My eyes widened when I realised that I was having thoughts of constant murders inside of my head which then made me turn around and lean my head against the pillar. Guilt overwhelmed me and I started to fear for what I can do despite being at a young age.

"No thank you; I'm overqualified," I grumbled.

The Guardian stayed silent for awhile and I stayed in place in attempt to calm my thoughts.

"You are a strange one... If you want to attack me then do it. That is your nature and it would seem that you are hindering your own nature," he spoke.

I took heavy breaths and swayed my head in disapproval in which Guardian did not seem to favor.

I felt a hard and powerful kick to my back which then caused me to hit against the pillar causing it to break and fall to the ground with me on it.

"Fight Corlos, embrace your power."

I shakily looked ahead and rolled onto my back. Anger pulsated inside of me but I did all my best to bury it down.

This was not me.

I rather die than to kill.

I felt another kick from Guardian which made me twirl away from my place and it caused me to take in even much heavier breaths. I heard him walking towards me and watched as he stopped beside me and raised his foot above my head threatening for a painful stomp to my face.

"Any last words?" Guardian asked.

I took a sharp inhale of breath and blurted out an angry remark to decrease the rage I was feeling. There was no other option. I will resort to verbal aggression instead of the physical one.

"You're still ugly!"

I closed my eyes tightly when I saw the twitch of downfall of his foot but the relief came when no pain was felt. I opened my eyes and found Guardian still having his foot hanging above my face.

"I hate Gods...and so with children," he drawled and withdrew his foot away from me. "I hope this is just a phase Corlos... You can't run away from your own power," he added and turned around.

"You are breaking the Law of Order here. Dugen will not be pleased."

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I GOT STUCK HERE GAAAAAH