@HazbinThere  you asked, don't pity Mara

He had lived forever, or at least it felt that way.

Mara was his chosen name, from the few memories he had from his long ago childhood he knew it was a type of demon or dark spirit in stories.

It was not a true name, names were power.

They would never give that power to anyone, all there power was there's alone they had killed the monster that birthed and named them.

It was amazing how much that freedom was.

There father was a deadbeat, one that beat his mother and children Mara was just the only child that survived. That was normal, Mara had killed many on the streets before himself.

He'd made sure they enjoyed there death, there screams of rage and terror as they were dunked in acid by there final child. They should not have killed there twin, the one true innocent in there house hold.

He might have been a child but he ripped apart of his own world, his multiverse them Omniverse searching.

He found his mothers and fathers, and all his siblings souls or reincarnation but not his twins.

Where was his Kama, his beloved twins beautiful soul.

Karma was not his name, but what they had seemed in his life.

So kind and loving, as kind as kind could be.

Everyone had loved them, could never turn them away as Kara soothed there lives.

Even Kama had been loved by father, and father hated himself.

He did not, could not understand there death or where there soul had gone.

He continued to rage, destroying all in his path in search.

It was then that he was getting old, even monsters aged and he was running out of time.

He must find a way to survive, to beat time and find Kama!

Mara knew he was broken, a demon, something that destroyed in his obsession.

But no matter how he searched, Kama was not there.

He did not remember when he 'ate' the first face, it restored him to youth... and sanity.

Or as much sanity he had, he'd admit that.

Eating them, somehow displaced the original from there multiverse spot allowing him to take there form and memories and take there place.

He'd ravaged trillions of worlds this way.

Kama still wasn't found.

He'd had to be a bit more careful when he tried to eat an eternal child, it had been a horrible mistake and once he escaped he'd found out they made him look like a baby in age and power.

So he avoided the Traveller, and those like him. He'd learned some limits when he'd escaped form dusting around him.

Then he heard whispers of it, a jewel. That could grant any wish.

He wanted it.

He needed more power, Help.

No... slaves.

Malice was an easy pickup, an Ink tired of there multiverse.

So easy to break.

Soon he had Sins, generations of sins. Malice breaking reality to stay young, powerful.

All for his master Malice.

The Hunt for the jewel began, so powerful.. they got so close so many times.

Its power was his.

Kama was forgotten.

Soon everything would be Mara's.