The Heartbeat Reclaimed After Nine Hundred Years. I...
From the moment of my birth.
I could not see, could not hear, could not speak, and could not move.
Yet even so, I survived... This was a revelation, and an omen, foretelling that I was meant to survive.
To bring mercy and compassion to the people of the world.
Like lambs, mortals who resembled corpses yearned for my power.
If they hoped and desired, then I would answer.
Come, reach out your hand and touch my body. Let me feel your thoughts, your hopes, everything that you are...
My blood, my power—I shall sever it and divide off a portion.
Take it with you. This is my blessing; remember it well.
But...
Humans are also fragile and pitiable creatures.
As frail as ephemeral flowers, they would silently vanish in the brief moment I let my attention wander.
Because they are fleeting, they are beautiful.
And those pitiful people who received my power would eventually return to my body, souls and all.
How tragic are the people of this world.
Lament, regret, rage, until you are overcome by sorrow.
This is the power of death, part of the cycle of reincarnation, and the sword of Damocles hanging above the heads of all mankind.
If the world were fused back into one, perhaps this divide between life and death would no longer exist.
Hearing the cries of my subjects, I shall answer them.
I can grant power to the ignorant, and I can harvest the souls of the lost.
Therefore.
There is no need to fear, no need to be afraid.
I am the Father of All Things.
The world shall ultimately return beneath my banner, becoming the road of my conquest, bearing me toward the high throne and beyond, to the heavens