In the ancient records of the Book of Forsaken Gods, buried within the forgotten histories of the Andromeda galaxy, there lay a legend about a god who had no temple, no worshippers, and no place among the celestial pantheon.
He was known only by a name whispered in dread, The God of Misery.
It was said that he had once been like any other deity, a being of immense power and divine presence.
But unlike the gods of light who bathed in the prayers of their devoted followers, or the gods of darkness who ruled with fear and dominion, the God of Misery had no followers at all.
He did not grant blessings, nor did he curse mortals. He did not demand sacrifice, nor did he answer prayers.
He simply existed, watching over the tragedies of the universe with an unreadable gaze.
The Birth of Misery.
Before he was a god, he was a mortal, a warrior of great renown, whose name had long since been erased from history.
