The machine god.
Born and fallen from a black and slimy womb. I crawled like a slug made of a dark and sticky mass, that infertile land of that white planet, while my mother, still continued creating more offspring every certain amount of seconds that came out just like me <>. I crawled without any kind of intelligence, conscience or use of reason, through that planet of the color of a white stone, like marble, while above my existence was contemplated from below the universe with its stars, planets and comets, which made me see my miserable existence before the vast, and almost infinite, universe. The stars seemed happy for the birth of the most honeyed creature of the exterior goddess, who with tentacles, varied in size and complexity of forms, held me, and my brothers, violently claiming our existence to be devoured again inside her, as we once were. In some way that my mind remembers with confusion and suffering I managed to escape the slow death that awaited me inside that Being that seemed like a malformation of the stories that came out of a disturbed mind. Leaving the bond of its tentacles and fleeing towards the dark outer space, where I would possibly have found another painful death, but less than inside my mother. I traveled through the sky like a shooting star, for a time that I can hardly count, or remember perfectly, except for the simple fact that on my journey I looked in the distant distance at different planets, stars and celestial bodies, all diverse in shape and size. When my endless journey ended, I fell on a planet of green color, like the vegetation that surrounded me, and blue, like the extensive formation of liquids, which my mind still did not understand was the sea. I continued crawling through the place, until I ended up feeding, at a certain moment, on the corpse of a human being. If you ask me how I fed, it is easy to answer, I just put myself on top of the corpse and my body melted the victim below me, slowly. That corpse gave me primitive knowledge of the place, the body being devoured by me. From one moment to the next, I already knew that it was the place that surrounded me, I already knew that it was the vegetation, the plants, the animals and the "humans" that was the being that I devoured. I continued devouring, and now my body could copy the forms of those beings whom I devoured, and after a few years, I could also create beings like this and mix their properties to create new beings. At that time, a goddess called "Quezalocoat" had me in her care for a few years, while I developed my skills as a creator, in her teachings and giving me her knowledge of the outer gods, which seemed that I was the offspring of one. I do not know if it was out of compassion, or pity. What I do know is that she was like a parent to my mind, which sadly departed from the comfortable bosom of her care,On my journey to that place still unknown to me, I was attacked by a being called "Leviathan", while crossing the Atlantic Ocean. That attack weakened me, and turned my state back to my primitive state, falling into the depths of the sea where I dragged myself to the shore, I don't know how long it took. While I was coming out, and dragging myself along the shore of that white sand beach, a being that I could only describe as a king, "A Yellow King". A king from whose body came out different tentacles from its interior, covered by a golden layer, but dirty and worn. That being saved me from the bed of my imminent death, taking me to a place that had an irrational lake, to the arid, dead reddish land where he took me. Where buildings, and a castle, appeared before my eyes <>. In that city, my body was modified with non-metallic parts, since Metal is a very primitive resource in front of the parts of a dramatist god, a god capable of creating, like me, although his power was superior. And this increased my abilities as a creator, but I was still immature, since I did not know how to create a world, only creatures. Now I can say that my father, "The Yellow King", seeing my interest in the world of the earth, taught me children's stories, stories of serial killers, and stories of excessive gore for the mind of a simple child. Who was fascinated by children's stories, but was corrupted by the mind of the king who gave off one, not evil, since the concept of evil was nothing to describe its complexity. He, at a certain moment, abandoned me in an absolutely empty place, but where I began to create different creatures and stories ... But I was dissatisfied. So I left that empty and white space, to begin to kidnap the consciousness of living beings, preferably humans where, with them, I began to create stories ... But I was still not satisfied. Happy endings They were fine, but I wanted something more, something more morbid. So while I was reinterpreting the Cinderella tale, in my garden, I made a volcano erupt from which burning lava came out that devoured everything, and only Cinderella survived, thanks to her magic glass slippers. Only for the "god Kagutsuchi", who is the one who caused the volcano, to rape her and die, while he died consumed by the violent waves of the sea that at one point devoured him. <<...! I love it! >> I was ecstatic with that perverse ending, but I wanted something more complex. So I collected more Souls, created a city and an extension of more than five hundred kilometers, and gave abilities to my characters. They would be heroes, like the comics that father would have taught me, but they would have to have sex to increase their power,while at the same time they were raped in every way possible by their superiors and fought against machines that would devour their bodies... It was the perfect story for my twisted mind... <> I am not an outer god, or some archetypal and much less a dramatist god. I am a machine god.
