[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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