From the celestial expanse, where gods wove destiny and chaos danced with order, Ikeng, the trickster god, descended into the realm of mortals. Cloaked in human form, he took on the name Richard and walked among men. He was a god with immense power-the power to read and change at will the contents of any mind, to twist reality in slight yet profound ways, and to whisper thoughts into the hearts of kings. Yet, he had to suppress his divine abilities, always keeping them hidden, for he knew that showing himself was to summon the wrath of the Agents of Chaos, beings dedicated to eradicating divine interference.
Ikeng walked through centuries, unhurt by time, careful not to get entangled-especially with women-because any issue of his divine essence would act as a beacon for the Agents of Chaos, drawing war and desolation on the world.
1984: Arrival in Onitch
Living modestly, Richard settled down in Onitch, the busting city by now filled with evolving technology, with secrets tucked behind every shadow. He took up work as an apprentice at The Guardian Telecommunication Company, and with some influence and brains, he scaled the ranks with speed to that of Managing Director-second only to the CEO himself, Mr. Izu.
Richard had grown accustomed to mortal life, yet something within him would always stir—an unspoken warning in the wind, an unseen presence in the shadows. He had ignored it for years, figuring his caution had kept him hidden.
Until he met Beatrice.
February 2nd, 1985: A Fateful Encounter
That fateful evening, with the rain lashing against the panes in sheets and curtains, a woman's voice sliced through the air like a blade. Richard turned to her-Beatrice, a woman who stirred in him something no other woman had. Centuries of existence notwithstanding, it was unfamiliar how much passion and defiance could reach him thus.
Beatrice: "It is wrong and unlawful to turn a blind eye to the injustice happening around us! How can you shut the people up, Mr. Izu? Cowardly and disgraceful!"
Mr. Izu: "Miss Beatrice, it will be in your interest to lower your voice. Guardian will not involve itself in something that disrupts the social order. I suggest you take your complaints elsewhere." He turned and left.
Beatrice huffed in frustration, shaking her head before storming out. Richard watched, intrigued.
Later that night, at a dimly lit bar, Richard found her sitting alone, tearing pages from a notebook in frustration.
Richard: "Hey."
Beatrice: "Hi." She barely looked up.
Richard: "Richard."
Beatrice: "Beatrice. I remember seeing you at The Guardian today."
Richard: "I work there--Managing Director."
Beatrice: "Impressive. Nice to meet you, Mr. Richard."
She felt her face go a little red as he ordered drinks. He was taken aback when she refused alcohol and instead chose orange juice.
Richard: "If I may ask, what brought you to The Guardian today?"
Beatrice: (Sighs) "I run a charity organization. Ever since the new government came into power, they've cut funding meant for the poor. I sought help from The Guardian, but Mr. Izu is more concerned with corporate interests than justice."
Richard: (Leans forward) "What if I could help?"
Beatrice: (Giggles) "Mr. Izu? Change his mind? That would be a miracle."
Richard: "I have a way with people."
She looked at him-unsure but drawn by a confident aura of his-and that night, it all started between them.
21st March, 1985: A Nation in Flames
At Richard's prompting, The Guardian brought out the corruption with the government and gave its truth to millions of people. The country boiled into protests; blood spilled, streets burnt, and the government responded with violence. Then, one night, the president was found dead, a dark magic symbol carved into his chest.
In minutes, pandemonium spread. To save complete chaos, Richard stepped in, using his harnessed powers and serenading the people. For the first time in centuries, he was using his godly influence in the open to keep them at peace until a new ruler came into being.
Later, he married Beatrice.
A child was born from this union-Vincent Ikenga, in 1987. His birth did shake the cosmic balance.
1993: The Night of Betrayal
As Vince grew, it became evident that no ordinary child had come into this world: this kid was gifted with the uncanny capacity to recognize the ulterior motives of people - having acquired this from his father. Richard knew it was only a question of time before the Agents of Chaos sniffed the boy's presence.
Their home was attacked on one midnight, amidst storms.
Then, before them appeared an Agent of Chaos, wrapped in swirling shadows and wielding dark magic. The air shook, the ground cracked, and the room was filled with an unholy presence.
Agent of Chaos: "Ikeng, your defiance has gone on long enough!"
The battle that came about was nothing that had ever seen this mortal world-thunder broke into the skies with Richard since he was made to unleash full divinity with a fight. But even with a god, there is always a limit.
Perceiving that destruction of the full Agent was utterly impossible in a mortal realm, Richard made one terrible choice:.
With one last look at Beatrice and Vince, he whispered a long-forgotten incantation, opening a tear in the fabric of reality to the Realm of the Gods. The portal roared to life, tugging him and the Agent into the void.
Richard was gone.
The Legacy of The Superhero Dad
The world thought Richard died saving his family. In Onitch, a memorial was built in his honor, proclaiming him a hero—The Superhero Dad.
Heartbroken but not defeated, Beatrice raised Vince on her own, always knowing that one day, whatever had taken Richard would come back for his son. But Vince was no ordinary child; he was born to be the son of a god, and his story was only just starting.
Vince's Wrath: A Future Foretold
But time only made the powers of Vince grow stronger: seeing through time, hearing whispers of gods, and summoning energies nobody even knew existed. Agents of Chaos still pursued him, but he wasn't some helpless little boy anymore.
Finally, on the eighteenth birthday of his life, standing before his father's memorial, he swore to himself, "I will find you, Father. And I'll destroy those who took you."
The winds howled around him, grounds shaking beneath his feet. Power surged through his veins, raw and untamed.
And thus the legend of Vince Ikeng, The Godborn, was born.
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935 AD: The Descent of Ikeng
From the vast heavens, where the gods were weaving fate and chaos danced with order, Ikeng, the trickster god, came to the mundane world of mortal men. Cloaking himself in human form, he took the name of Richard and walked among them. He had enormous power: reading and changing minds at will, warping reality in small but vital ways, and even whispering thoughts into the hearts of kings. Yet, to remain hidden, he suppressed his divine abilities, for he knew that to expose himself was to summon the wrath of the Agents of Chaos, entities sworn to eradicate divine interference.
For centuries, Ikeng roamed untouched, his life cautious to avoid entanglements-most of all, those with women-because any offspring born with his divine essence would be a beacon for the Agents of Chaos, thereby drawing war and destruction upon the world. Yet, even gods cannot help but feel mortal emotions, and Ikeng's heart, though ancient, was not impervious to love.
1984: Arrival in Onitch
He tried to live quietly and chose for himself the noisy city of Onitch, growing with every ticking second in technology, full of secrets behind each corner. The Guardian Telecommunication Company signed him on as an apprentice, and Richard, with wit and influence, rose through the ranks until he became the Managing Director, second only to the CEO, Mr. Izu.
Richard had grown into the ways of mortal life, and yet, something-a silent whistle in the air, an unseen presence in the dark-always stirred. He had ignored such feelings for years, feeling his caution had kept him concealed.
That is, until he met Beatrice.
February 2nd, 1985: A Fateful Encounter
That night, as rain lashed against the panes in sheets and tides, a voice of a woman sliced through the air like a blade. Richard turned to her-Beatrice, a woman whose presence ignited something in him unlike anything before. Centuries of life had not prepared him for the passion and defiance that now struck him with unfamiliar force.
Beatrice: "It is wrong and unlawful to turn a blind eye to the injustice happening around us! How can you silence the people, Mr. Izu? Cowardly and disgraceful!"
Mr. Izu: "Miss Beatrice, it is in your best interest to lower your voice. The Guardian will not involve itself in matters that disrupt the social order. I suggest you take your complaints elsewhere." (He turned and left.)
Beatrice huffed in frustration, shaking her head out and storming away. Richard watched, interested.
Later that night, at a dimly lit bar, he found her sitting alone, tearing pages from a notebook in frustration.
Richard: "Hey."
Beatrice: "Hi." She said this while barely looking up.
Richard: "Richard."
Beatrice: "Beatrice. I remember seeing you at The Guardian today."
Richard: "I work there-MD."
Beatrice: "Impressive. Nice to meet you, Mr. Richard."
She blushed slightly as he ordered drinks. He was surprised when she refused any alcohol, opting for orange juice.
Richard: "If I may ask, what brought you to The Guardian today?"
Beatrice: (Sighs) "I run a charity organization. Since the new government came into power, they have been cutting funds meant for the poor. I approached The Guardian for help, but Mr. Izu is more concerned with corporate interests than justice."
Richard: (Leans forward) "What if I could help?"
Beatrice: (Giggles) "Mr. Izu? Change his mind? That would be a miracle."
Richard: "I have a way with people."
She stared at him, unsure but pulled by his confidence. And that night was the start of their connection.
March 21st, 1985: A Nation in Flames
Through Richard, The Guardian brought out the government's corruption and let the truth be told to the people in millions. The country erupted in protests; blood was spilled, streets burned, and the government responded with violence. Then, one night, the president was found dead, a dark magic symbol carved into his chest.
There was a panic, like a bush fire. Richard stepped forward to prevent further chaos; with his suppressed powers, he appeased them. For the first time in centuries, he had openly used his divine influence to keep the peace until a new leader was chosen.
Later, he and Beatrice married.
To them, a child was born-Vince Ikeng, in 1987. His birth shook the very cosmic order.
1993: The Night of Betrayal
But as Vince grew up, it soon became apparent that this was not a boy like any other. He had a weird ability to tell what others were thinking-a gift from his father. And Richard knew full well that the Agents of Chaos could only go for so long without sensing the boy's presence.
Their house was attacked at midnight on one stormy night.
A dark and tenebrous Agent of Chaos, shrouded by shifting shadows, using dark magic, descended upon them. The air shook, the ground cracked, and the room was filled with his unholy presence.
Agent of Chaos: "Ikeng, your defiance has gone on long enough!"
The battle that followed was unlike anything the mortal world had ever seen: lightning shattered the skies as Richard, forced to unleash his full divinity, fought for his family. But even a god had limits.
Finding he could not fully destroy the Agent in the mortal realm, Richard made a devastating choice.
Throwing one last look at Beatrice and Vince, he whispered an incantation lost to the ages that pulled a rift in the very fabric of the universe-a portal leading directly into the Realm of the Gods. The portal roared open, sucking him and the Agent into the void.
Richard was gone.
Legacy of The Superhero Dad
The world believed Richard had died saving his family. In Onitch, there arose a memorial erection for him, hailed as a hero-the Superhero Dad.
Beatrice, tearful yet not defeated, took on the burden of raising Vince single-handedly, knowing one day the powers that took Richard would come again for his son. But this was no child-he was the son of a god, and his journey had only just started.
2005: Vince Wakes Up
But when Vince grew older, his powers began to reveal themselves in frightening ways: precognition of what was to be, the murmurings of the dead, and flames of fire that could burn with the fury of a god. Along with the gifts came a curse in the form of visions of his father being trapped in the Realm of Gods, tormented by the Agents of Chaos.
One night, Vince dreamed of a dark forest in which the trees bled black sap, with a sky of swirling stars. In the middle of the forest stood Richard, chained to an altar, scarred and broken.
Richard: "Vince. you must not come for me. The Agents of Chaos will use you to destroy the world."
Vince: "I will not leave you there, Father. I find a way to bring you back."
Richard: "The price is too high. Promise me you shall not go near."
But Vince, now full of love and anger, would not be swayed.
The Cult of Chaos
Unbeknownst to Vince, a cult had risen in Onitch--worshippers of the Agents of Chaos--who believed with the sacrifice of Godborn, they could open a permanent gateway to the Realm of the Gods and then unleash chaos upon the world.
The leader of this cult was a man named Malakar, a former priest corrupted by dark magic. He had tracked Vince since birth, waiting for that perfect moment when the powers of the boy would climax.
It permeated every alley and lane of Onitch, infecting its surroundings with dread and desperation. They conducted dark rituals, calling forth the lesser Agents to their will. The city had become a battlefield, and right in the center of it was Vince.
Battle of Onitch
On Vince's eighteenth birthday, the cult attacked for the final time. Surrounding his home, they chanted in some language older than time. The air grew thick, and the ground cracked open, revealing a portal to the Realm of the Gods.
Vince fought back with everything he had, armed with his father's legacy and his own powers, which by then had grown. Flames erupted from his hands, and the sky darkened as he called upon the storm.
But the cult was relentless. Malakar himself stepped forward, wielding a blade forged from the essence of chaos.
Malakar: "Your blood will open the way, Godborn. The Agents of Chaos will feast on your soul."
Vince: "You'll have to kill me first."
The battle was fierce, with Vince unleashing powers he never knew he had. But just as Malakar was about to strike the final blow, a figure emerged from the shadows—a woman with eyes like fire and a voice like thunder.
Beatrice: "You will not touch my son."
She beckoned with her hand, and a wave of light shielded Vince from the attacks of the cult. It was then that Vince realized his mother had hidden her own divine heritage-a descendant of an ancient line of protectors.
The Sacrifice
In that instant, it was Beatrice and Vince against the cult. The portal to the Realm of the Gods stayed open, letting the Agents of Chaos spill through, their forms contorting and twisting, their laughter echoing like a thousand screams.
Beatrice knew exactly what she had to do. She turned to Vince, her eyes streaming with tears.
Beatrice: "Close the portal, Vince. Use your powers to seal it."
Vince: "What about you?
Beatrice: "I'll hold them off. Promise me you'll find your father and bring him home."
Before Vince could protest, Beatrice stepped into the portal, her body glowing with divine light. The explosion that followed shook the earth, sealing the portal and banishing the Agents of Chaos.
The Godborn's Vow
Before the ruins of his home, Vince vowed that somehow he would find the way to the Realm of the Gods and rescue his parents, destroying the Agents of Chaos once and for all.
The wind howled around, and the earth shook beneath his feet. The power surged in his veins, raw and untamed.
And thus, the saga of Vince Ikeng, The Godborn, had begun.