Once, the Initial Death God dared to claim himself as the primal fear, the existence that those initial life forms, which knew nothing of death, feared the most.
Once, the Initial Death God also had his moments of glory, in an era where life lost everything upon death. If the world of the living was dominated by the Ancient Gods, after death, the only ruler was himself.
He was the universe itself, the primal answer this era gave to the term death!
But now, the Initial Death God had never thought that he would feel fear from a group of...mortals! This fear penetrated deep into his bones—being beaten truly hurt all over!
"Er, can we reconcile?" he pleaded.
The Death God emitted a foul stench as he screamed, thinking it must have been his secretive devouring of souls that the Blasphemers had discovered, and they clearly had organization, order, purpose, and strategic action plans!
