Part 1: The beginning years

  "The babie's coming now!" The women screamed at her husband, a look of pain clearly written upon her face. He got a look of terror on his face before he steeled

  himself and called out, "Maids! Maids! My wife's water has broken, get in here now!" The maids rushed into the room, the head maid, Gwendolyn, pushed the maids and the

  husband out of the way, yelling, "Get me some towels, loretta, now! And you stop being useless and get me some water, run, women, run!" 20 minutes later after some

  serious pushing and pain, the baby was born, but the parents looked down on their newly born baby with terror. He was born with open eyes, eyes of all black without

  even a pupil, eyes that shown with an iridescent light and chaotic little streaks of purple and orderly streaks of gold flashed throughout them. His hair was

  interlocking locks of dark blue, bright red, neon green, translucent white, neon yellow, grey, and brown. Cute tiny wings on his back that would probably allow him to

  fly one day shown on his black, one of pure ebony, the other a bright white. little claws that retracted back and forth but the claws didn't appear to be a solid,

  instead they appeared to be of a wispy material. If you had any kind of spectral sight you could see a third eye on his forehead, an eye of power. Along with that was

  a shimmery veil of orangish yellow and dark purple. In the darkness his skull seemed to look like a skull with eyes and when the lights were on he was inhumanly

  beautiful and appeared to personify health and life, the fingers on his left hand were the only blight to his appearance, being darkened, appearing almost... decayed

  Shaking out of there shock the father attempted to take the baby from the mother but the baby got angry and his anger was terrible to behold his eyes changed to a

  burning evil green that shook all who beheld them to the core and hate rolled off from him in waves, until the dad set him back in his mothers arms and his eyes turned

  to a radiant white-blue and the feeling of hate changed to one of pure love. Tatoos covered his body; all of different creatures, the more powerful the creature the

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  more of his body it took up with the weak ones taking almost no space, and their was trillions of them. They seemed to be placed on the body in a way surrounding

  two words, Creation and Destruction, the most powerful negative alignment creatures surrounded Destruction and the most powerful positive alignment creatures

  surrounded Creation. The dad looked down in pure horror, "Honey, this... thing must be taken to see the seers right away." The father took the baby from the mother and

  swiftly ran to the head seer, or at least he tried to the baby grew angry again and the castle started to rumble, the green flames started spreading down his body

  before... A swift blast of energy from the seer knocked him unconscious, the women said in a steely voice, "Bring him to me, Now! I am having a prophecy." The father

  struck with terror brought the baby over to the seer at a run. She looked down at him for a moment before her eyes turned to an orange-yellow, the same color as the

  veil around the boy actually, before intoning in a voice not her own, "This boy has been touched, touched by the hands of an entity beyond comprehension, the blood and

  essence of all forced within, the 21 great magics have marked him as their own. This boy has the potential to be greater than all, above us all, an affinity towards

  all and 100% open mana, qui, and psy are within him. He shall stand at the top of the world and laugh, but his journey shall be fraught with peril. For he will be

  there as the darkness rearises behind the mask of a new master, as death takes the multiverse and the eternal entropy rewinds, the gods shall arise once again from

  their prison, and the very worlds will cry out in agony as the jewel that commands us all is taken, the dead will arise as the living fall to death, chaos and his

  minions will come back from the depths of tartarus, and this boy will die and be reborn but at great cost. And a betrayal so great as to shake his very soul shall cut

  him down in his time of need. He will ascend. If his ascendency is written in love he shall be the greatest force of good, but should he ascend in hate and fear, death

  will be the last thing all others can hope for."