[1 minute before existence]
The warp shook and swirled as something horrific and completely deprived came from a unholy hell hole, before anything, then creation followed suit.
"Status!"
A ghastly creature with pale bones and a mist rolling of them and a dark charcoal black robe made from the finest cloth, one shrouded with fog, in his hand he held a scythe which made everything shudder from the feeling of decay and despair that resonated in it and feel the air palpably
[status
Name: #######
Age: 1 minute
Worshippers: 0
Deamons: 0
Domain: time
Abilities:
Deamon creation, decay aura, domain space, time manipulation, being of time
Aura:
Oppression aura, oldest one]
As I check my status I decided to see if I could get any more info
"Let's see what all of this is, status, give me a description of everything important."
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