"What is pity? what is conscience? What's good and what's bad? If my deeds are considered evil then what about you'll?

-Azkalel.

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*SPLASH! As a red drops of liquid paint the nearby leaves, followed by a powerful NIGH! and a loud THUD! as a big silhouette drop into the ground.

12meters away from the creature stood a giant tree, on one of its thick branches was a man painted in brown and was holding a bow with a quiver full of arrows. The man mumble some words before he jump out, but instead of falling the man was floating, with a SWISHHH! The man shot like an arrow heading towards the creature.

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Inside a peculiar city, where thousands of pedestrian are walking along the streets, one particular man arrive at a certain establishment. He had a fair skin a black hair and brown eyes, his looks are not that outstanding nor mediocre, neither his height nor his build are out of usual, if not for his unusual brown eyes, many will consider him ordinary.

*Cling! Sound of a bell rang out

"Good morning Mr.kale(Azkalel)!" Said a young girl with a blonde hair and a petite frame. The man who called Kale smile and patted the young girls head. The young girl giggle before she run towards the counter where a lady with a blonde hair and a mature demeanor stood. The lady look towards Kale's direction and greet him. "Good day Mr. kale(Azkalel)!" Kale smile towards the lady and greet her back before he climb the stairs.

On his room, kale(Azkalel) was seating on the bed, staring at the arm he use to pat the lil girls head. Then suddenly his another arm turn into a claw and ripped the other. "Those damn aliens. Just a little bit more time, I promise to send you all off, you disgusting parasites." He picked the ripped arm and burn it until not even a single speck of ash remain. All of a sudden another arm grow, replacing the one being ripped.

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The sky is dark, Thunders echo, Lightning's Strikes, the ground shaking and wave are raging. On the ground many different race are clashing, where there champions ravaged the skies. Above the sky stood twelve giant figures which separate in three groups with the same amount. One group look like humans, the other Beast, and the last Demonic.

They are the gods of this world, its true rulers, and the ones responsible in constructing this small fragment of creation.