"Power is not what you're able to do, but being able to control what you
have."
Gerald McLon General Counselor
87 million years before the Earth was created.
"These meek, unsettling idiots!" Tunekai screamed at the top of his lungs, so much that he was able to hear his echo several seconds afterwards.
"Sire, I cannot express my deepest sympathies, but you know that law is final, there's nothing you can do," a slender, thin looking man said, having his eyes pinned to the floor.
A look of anger and spite overtook Tunekai as he neared closer to the man, "I am a God you insignificant piece of waste! I can do whatever the hell I wish! And nobody! I mean NOBODY can tell me otherwise, not even these lower Gods who think they can just dispose of me like a toy. I will show them, I will show them all, Tunekai will rise, and my name will be carved onto the foreheads of all who think differently!"
"I didn't mean to be a benedict sire, I just mean, how are you planning to escape the liquidation? They outnumber you a million to one, and.." he stopped short.
"I will not be buried! They think they can just toss me away because I think independently," Tunekai sighed, "Without me, their little project that they call Earth would not be able to support any life forms at all, I'm essential. They may be able to contain me for a short period, but I will rise, and I will destroy all that stand in my way. Taking my powers away, and creating an automatic sunrise and sunset, it's preposterous"
The man nodded, eagerly trying to please his God.
"Tagmouth, I will give you immortal life, and you, you will be bring me back when the time is right," Tunekai ordered.
"Yes, my liege," he lowered himself to one knee.
"When the sun sets, in one immortal week, you will recreate me, make me what I am now, and I will show them...I will not be held back by their inconsistent powers.I am Tunekai, the Sun Lord."
Gerald McLon General Counselor
87 million years before the Earth was created.
"These meek, unsettling idiots!" Tunekai screamed at the top of his lungs, so much that he was able to hear his echo several seconds afterwards.
"Sire, I cannot express my deepest sympathies, but you know that law is final, there's nothing you can do," a slender, thin looking man said, having his eyes pinned to the floor.
A look of anger and spite overtook Tunekai as he neared closer to the man, "I am a God you insignificant piece of waste! I can do whatever the hell I wish! And nobody! I mean NOBODY can tell me otherwise, not even these lower Gods who think they can just dispose of me like a toy. I will show them, I will show them all, Tunekai will rise, and my name will be carved onto the foreheads of all who think differently!"
"I didn't mean to be a benedict sire, I just mean, how are you planning to escape the liquidation? They outnumber you a million to one, and.." he stopped short.
"I will not be buried! They think they can just toss me away because I think independently," Tunekai sighed, "Without me, their little project that they call Earth would not be able to support any life forms at all, I'm essential. They may be able to contain me for a short period, but I will rise, and I will destroy all that stand in my way. Taking my powers away, and creating an automatic sunrise and sunset, it's preposterous"
The man nodded, eagerly trying to please his God.
"Tagmouth, I will give you immortal life, and you, you will be bring me back when the time is right," Tunekai ordered.
"Yes, my liege," he lowered himself to one knee.
"When the sun sets, in one immortal week, you will recreate me, make me what I am now, and I will show them...I will not be held back by their inconsistent powers.I am Tunekai, the Sun Lord."