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Richard Poole

Chronicles of Vortex

The Godborn: A Legacy of Chaos and Divinity From the celestial expanse where gods weave destiny and chaos battles order, Ikeng, the trickster god, walks among mortals. Cloaked in human form as Richard, he suppresses his divine abilities, knowing that revealing them would summon the wrath of the Agents of Chaos, beings sworn to eradicate divine interference. For centuries, he moves unseen, avoiding deep attachments—especially love—for any child of his blood would act as a beacon to those who hunt him. But in 1984, in the bustling city of Onitch, fate sets a different course. A Love That Defies Fate Working at The Guardian Telecommunication Company, Richard has blended into the mortal world. That is, until he meets Beatrice, a fiery activist fighting against government corruption. Her passion awakens something long buried in him, and despite his caution, he falls in love. Their union leads to the birth of Vincent Ikenga, a child whose very existence threatens the cosmic balance. A World Consumed by War As Beatrice and Richard expose corruption, the country descends into turmoil. Protests, bloodshed, and rebellion grip the land. When the president is assassinated, dark magic carved into his chest, the world erupts into chaos. Forced to intervene, Richard breaks his centuries-old vow and uses his godly powers to restore order—drawing the eyes of the Agents of Chaos. The Night of Betrayal In 1993, on a storm-ravaged night, their home is attacked. An Agent of Chaos, wrapped in shadows and wielding eldritch power, comes to claim Richard and his son. A battle of godly proportions shakes the earth, but even a god has limits. Knowing he cannot destroy the Agent in the mortal realm, Richard makes a terrible choice—he banishes himself and the Agent into the Realm of the Gods, leaving Beatrice and Vincent behind. The Godborn Rises The world believes Richard died a hero, and a memorial is built in Onitch, honoring him as the Superhero Dad. But Beatrice knows the truth—that one day, whatever took Richard will return for Vincent. As Vincent grows, so do his unnatural abilities: the power to see through deception, hear whispers of the divine, and summon forces unknown to men. By his eighteenth birthday, he stands before his father’s memorial and vows: "I will find you, Father. And I will destroy those who took you." The ground trembles, the winds roar, and power surges through his veins. And so begins the legend of Vince Ikeng, the Godborn—a child of both mortal and divine, destined to shake the heavens.
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Slumbering Sloth

In a world where the powerful ruled with an iron fist, one boy was dealt the worst cards—first by fate, then by the world, and finally by an Outer God. With each passing moment, he spiraled deeper into a reality determined to break him. One day, as the pool of blood bubbled and rumbled in an ancient temple of malignance, a young man emerged from the depths. Beasts roared in a twisted symphony, and his body radiated a bloody strength that no one could contain. He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he got out from the blood pool: "I'm really not a Demon." One day, as the massive corpse of a dragon lay idle, it shriveled, losing all its grandeur and dignity. Its desecrated body pulsed with dark energy, and from its stomach erupted a sharp, tyrannical sword aura, cutting through the air with lethal precision. A figure emerged, his black robe now stained blood red, his blood-red vertical eyes gleaming with a demonic fire. As he stood, surrounded by the lingering aura of death, he thought, "I’m really not a Demon." One day, when the Blood Moon shone in all its glory, and the Demon Sect was at its peak, the Gates of the Demon Sect were shattered, and their Sect Halls lay in ruin. In the heart of their Demonic Lands, signs of a cataclysmic battle were evident. Corpses, scattered like broken dolls, piled upon each other to form a massive mound. Atop this heap of death sat a figure, calm and unperturbed, bathed in moonlight. His four eyes scanned the surroundings, and after a moment of contemplation, he thought rationally, "I only killed Demons, so that doesn’t really make me a Demon."
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