This is the shitty story of a man who ascended to godhood after a poorly thought out science experiment resulting in him having horns, wings, claws, and most importantly magic. How he ended up in heaven or killed his predecessor is unimportant. What is important is what he did while adapting to godhood
"where am I? who am I?" He thought while looking around the room.
His gaze stopped on the body of an old man in a puddle of a gold liquid at the base of a throne. The room was filled with a bright light but the throne seemed to radiate malice and darkness that or "extreme laziness" he thought.
He began to sit in the throne as memories started to come rushing back. All except one. His name.
"I think I will call myself Nazara as this is as good time as any to take on a new name." He muttered as he thought to himself.
"Hmm what to do with this body. I don't like this throne" Nazara said has he began to have dark thoughts again "why not make a new throne out of his bones."