Sigilo awoke from his slumber, and saw the world that he would both shape, and rule. He took on his true form, due to the lack of mortals living in the barren wasteland, and looked for what has already been claimed or taken. The seas were clearly claimed by Girona, his memories of working with him were not clear, but he would bring wealth, and trade to the seas so he did not fret. He continued to look, and saw a small island claimed by the mad genius god Neuron, his work was unfamiliar to him, but he knew that it would become maniacal at best. Lastly he heard the loud explosions from another god, that he had not yet bother to learn about. Three so far had come before him, and he had a feeling he would not be the last, but for now he had to find his own piece of land to work with, in hopes that he could best these other gods. 

He then eventually found himself in the middle of the far eastern continent, and sighed deeply, "I shall claim this land for my self, and all that comes with it, these people will deceive, lie, and poison for wealth if they have to, but that will come latter for now I will start simple." He waved his hand, and left carvings, and symbols of ancient words telling the story of the king of assassins, based of events from a previous universe he had watched over. It wasn't a complex or detailed story, but mortals were often simple creatures, and often considered things with a deeper meaning. It started off with a homeless man in search for meaning, and power, eventually learning to use skills that involved stealth, and poison in order to claim victims lives, in the end he became the wealthiest person to ever walk on the earth, leaving a trail of blood, and tears behind him, naming himself the king of assassins.

He stood their, and looked at the sky, it was bright, and the sun didn't seem to move. [i] Maybe I should give the other gods a bit of a welcoming present from me.[/i] He then shouted with an almost seemingly thunderous boom. "I shall create the night, and all that is darkness, for those to run, and hide in the shadows. I shall create the serpent in order to one day spread its poisonous tongue to all that lives, and lastly I shall grace the land with gold to drive those who demand wealth, and power mad with envy." He gave a seemingly maniacal laughter, and built himself a small cave to live in as he thought of more things to build for the time being.