Name: Shincoco

Age: 552

Sex: Male

Race: Human/Godslave

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 240 lbs.

Physical Description: Shin is a man of average height, however, that is the only thing average about him. Beneath his clothing is a body coated from top to bottom in thick scar tissue, this tissue hides an inhumanly fit body. His shoulders are rather broad, though not unnaturally so. Should one see behind his mask they would see a hand shaped scar on his face, splitting his top and bottom lip and crossing over where his right eye used to be. Where his right eye should be is not but an empty socket.

The handprint overlaps his hairline and leaves two large chunks of hair missing from the right half of his head. It's a burn scar, so the flesh is warped and deformed, as well as grossly discolored.

Shin dresses simply, a pair of creased black pants adorns his legs. The cuffs are damaged just slightly from wear and tear. He wears a long sleeved, button up, cuffed and collared shirt. It is tucked into his pants. Over the shirt is a brown button up vest.

Adorning his head is a black iron mask with several leather straps that hold it into place. Behind the mask you can see his left eye, the sclera of it is stained red from an eye injury in the past.

Psychological Description: Shin is an aggressive man. Especially when he is tasked with bringing the head of a target back to the benefactor of his payment. Behind the veil of aggression, Shin is a man of class with a long history of lving the high life due to his numerous escapades into the 'unsavory' task of assassinations. Shin thinks highly of himself, and with good reason, he has only ever failed once to bring home his mark.

When his target can fight back he mocks them, intentionally causing them mental distress during the ensuing fight. This mocking often pushes them into situations where they cannot think clearly.

Abilities:
Physical-
Biological Immortality: Granted to him by his godly master, Shin's body has become immune to the effects of aging and disease. Every cell in his body is cycled out as soon as they die, allowing his body to survive grizzly wounds and not fear the consequences of death unless Shock were to set in. Within a few minutes Shin can regenerate a third degree burn or similarly grievous wound.

Durable Hide: Hardened through innumerable battles, countless scars, and endless regrowth. Shin's skin has become hardened to the same density and strength as leather. His fingertips are as hard as bone and as course as sandpaper. This allows him to survive significantly greater beatings than normal men. A blow that would break a man in half, such as being struck by a car moving at highway speeds, is only enough to push him aside. A blade that could bisect a man, he can catch barehanded. Shin's body is strong enough to withstand even the most brutal of injuries.

Beyond Peak Human Ability: Like a blade folded and forged, Shin's body has been broken down and rebuilt uncountably over the course of five and a half centuries. The results of his training has built him into a devastating living weapon. An obsessively violent man, he is like a predator. Naturally honed to the peak of ability for one reason and one reason alone. To kill as efficiently as possible.

• Strength- The human body grows stronger with adversity, every injury makes it stronger. The old addage is true, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Shin's body has unnaturally dense muscle, built up from more training than is possible in a single human life. In fact, built up over the course of several human lives. He is capable of lifting overhead, holding, and throwing two long tons of weight. In numbers that is 4,480 bs of weight. Due to his incredible stamina, he can hold this overhead indefinitely.
• Speed and Agility- Cardio and athleticism are important part of physical training. Shin takes his body as seriously as the Vatican takes the Pope. His body is a temple, and it must be maintained in every way shape and form. His legs are as toned as his upper body, giving him incredible mobility. He can run at high speed, 45 miles per hour. Every footstep can tear up turf while in full sprint. As well, he has agility to dwarf the ability of any human gymnast. Able to perform several aerial flips from a standing position, he even has the ability to wall run for short periods and wall jump.
• Stamina- The most fortuitous byproduct of his ascension to immortality is his work towards sustaining his energy in a fight. Even the most grueling and time consuming fight can't exhaust his stamina, unlike a normal human he can fight for hours upon hours upon hours. Able to fight for almost an entire 24 hour period without end, without rest. It might be his godly blessing, or perhaps it is his religious fanaticism towards lethal efficiency. But the only way to keep Shin down is by crippling him.
• Tolerance- Even Shin himself doesn't know whether his pain tolerance is due to his religious fanaticism or physical hardening, but the effect is the same regardless. Shin will stand on a broken leg, punch with a broken arm, and talk with a broken jaw. He refuses to show pain, it's to break the confidence of his target. If he shows them that they aren't making any progress, they might feel like they aren't doing any work.

Mental-
Accelerated Thought: Shin's mind is four times faster than a human's mind, his mastery of critical on the fly analysis in combat is terrifying. He can predict where his foe is going to end up the moment that they begin to move. Spotting subtle differences in behavior, calculating the necessary amount of weight to put behind his blows after landing a single punch. On the battlefield he is a supercomputer designed to kill, and he will outthink and outmanouver anyone he meets in combat.

The Left Eye: Though he only has the one eye, it is among his most valuable assets. Shin's left eye can percieve images as they happen, unlike human eyes which have a delay. Able to percieve every single movement faster than his conscious mind can keep up, Shin's eye can track any number of objects moving at any speed within his field of vision. As well, it is telescopic up to the horizon, obviously it cannot see anything beyond. His eye can zoom in and out faster than his conscious mind as well. A normal human would struggle to percieve so fast, but Shin has learned to compensate with his superhumanly fast thought processes. Breaking down every single moment millisecond by millisecond, giving him an almost mechanical understanding of his opponent's appearance and movement.

Equipment:
The Black Staff: This is the ultimate weapon, while it isn't a planet shredding laser or plasma cannon fueled by a star, it is the peak of conventional weaponry. An extension of the very soul of Shincoco, it is a weapon usable only to he. Forged in the hands of The God of Form, Ragii, and merged with the very essence of Shincoco's being. It is the physical embodiment of Shin's soul. The Black Staff has several properties that make it an incomparable weapon to any other in the Universe, perhaps even the Multiverse.

• As sturdy as tungsten carbide, as hard as diamond, as maleable as molten steel. The Black Staff is a perfect material, unlike any other. It has a perfectly even consistency, meaning that there are no weak points except perhaps the thinnest point. It won't snap under pressure no matter how much is pressed into it.
• It can strike opponents who are on entirely separate planes of existence, as long as they are in the same "place". It can strike liquid and gas as well as it can solids, there is nothing immune to its strike.
• It can be broken into pieces, and those pieces are entirely able to be manipulated by his hands. As well, he can decide when to dissipate those pieces into nothingness once again. Allowing him to create multiple weapons or even projectiles in particularly unique cases.
• Its physical properties are entirely negotiable, as the weapon cannot weigh anything to Shin, he can increase any of its attributes in a psuedo powering up sort of way. By channeling more power into the staff he can increase the size, weight, length, and density of the staff to unbelievable levels. This has no upper limit, obviously it can only grow so much so fast. While the staff initially can rapidly increase its size up to 10 feet and 10,000 lbs. It can double this rapidly, but after the first burst of change it takes twice as long every time it duplicates.
• The next is the Staff's transformative abilities. Allowing it to not only change its size, weight, and density, but also shape. Allowing Shin to have a weapon custom and personally tailored to the battle that he is in. His personal favorite weapon is a straight sword with a swordbreaker fuller. This was designed to combat users of his most despised weapon. The Katana.
• The Wirefighter Illusion. Yes, that means exactly what you think it means. As a man of Chinese culture, Shin finds the technique of wirefighting to be endearing and graceful. It inspired an incredibly complex system that allows Shin to mimic the abilities demonstrated by wirefighters in film and on stage. By significantly altering and shifting the density of his black staff in specific points around his body, he can totally eliminate the effect of gravity on himself. This works by rapidly increasing the density of a small point on the staff and shooting it in the opposing direction of a given force, normally gravity. Most notably, this gives him the ability to walk on water and glide for short distances, as well as course correct in mid air. Combined with his natural agility, it gives him superhuman mobility.

Metal Mask: To hide the grizzly scar upon his face, Shin wears a mask cast from a civil war era cannon ball. The mask has just one eyehole, on the left side. As his right eye does not exist anymore. Its weight is laborous, strapped to his head with four leather bands. The weight serves as a reminder to why he is immortal, and as a reminder of who gave him his scar. Its also a decent shield for his face, protecting him from gunfire and the like. It is not unusually dense iron, it is not impossibly hard, it is simple iron. However, it is an inch thick with a very even surface. Making it a very effective protective cover.

Name: The Baron, child of the Divine of Wrath

Tier: High

Race: Shard of the Divine

Racial Descriptor:
Divines and Occults, opposing sides of the same coin. These entities are mirrors of the higher levels of existence. Gods, taking control of a concept and making it their own. Manipulating it within their own realm to best suit their purposes. Titans, representing the concept in its entirety, never altering but always controlling. They are lower on the food chain, but they can attain power far greater than those of gods and titans.

Divines and Occults are lower beings than Gods and Titans, they do not control or represent per-say. Instead, they are like leeches. Feeding off of the concept itself. Powerful entities with bizarre and unique abilities that serve only to create more of the concept that they embody. No two Divines or Occults look the same, though they do have some universal features. They are all metallic lifeforms, comprised of various metals. They do have a diet that consists mostly of metal. They also universally do not have any orifices aside from a mouth, or many mouths. Despite this, they seem to have heightened senses, some more than others. Rarely they have orifices for other purposes than feeding their physical form.

They are significantly stronger than any natural, non-enhanced lifeforms. With tremendous physical prowess.

There is no such thing as a society of Divines or Occults. Just a universal respect of their own kin, and a universal distaste of their opposites.

Every Divine and Occult has a profound psychic connection to the concept they embody.

Sex: Male Form, genderless

Age: Ageless. Long predating the birth of the universe.

Height: 12'4"

Weight: 15,110 lbs

Personal Description:
Incomparable to mortal minds, The Divine of Wrath and all its "children" are beings of pure concept. They function in ways unlike those of mortals, their thoughts immune to confusion and uncertainty, they are divine in their purpose and cannot be dissuaded or convinced. They are pure, confident, strong and pious. The Baron is the most talkative of the children of wrath, and with good reason. As a walking mountain of war, it carries itself with a certain pride. A certain finesse, despite its tyrannical appearance. Its true personality is veiled beneath a blanket of snide violent tendencies, with infuriating backwards beliefs and a smug sense of self importance that feeds into the hatred of his very being.

Why does he behave this way if he is so different from humans? Wouldn't these personality flaws make him more human than he would like to believe? No. The Baron feeds on war, bloodshed, confusion, wrath, and all things that could be considered negative. To him, you are food. Your conquest, your desires, your frustration and your hatred. All of your strife and hatred for him is but sustenance, his infinite hunger can only be sated by his immense connection to all living within the multiverse. Where infinite war reigns between the great and the small.

The Baron is but a fragment of the Divine of Wrath, and its purpose is to strike fear into lesser beings. Its domineering ability and personality are but a means to an end.

That end is to breed anger.

Physical Description:
A colossal thorny beast, rising twice the height of a man. Its body is thin but broad, its features are rough and cruel, as though the product of nightmare and fairy tale. It is persistently draped in a black fog that dances around its body in slow circles, no matter how vicious the winds this fog never leaves his side unless commanded.

Beginning from his most basic feature, his skin. The Baron and all children of wrath, have skin that is a shade of red so deep and dark that it is near unidentifiable from black. Their skin is rough, jagged, like sandpaper and razors, no matter what direction you come at it, it grinds against flesh painfully. The skin is near totally uniform in its color and roughness, though as all biological beings it is uneven in some parts. This skin appears as scale, smooth and sharp scale that mirror the appearance of snake-scale. The scales run different directions based on which body part they adorn. Close inspection of his body would reveal that it is made from metal through and through, this metal is a complex alloy of all the metals his physical form has ever ingested.

Its head is a long rectangle with one long horn on top above the jagged line that is its mouth, and two below paralleling its enormous teeth. There are no eyes on The Baron, however, there are two holes that leak a black mist in the same place that eyes would be. Its mouth is terrifying in shape, as the skin pulls itself over the enormous fangs that run top and bottom of his jaw that runs all the way past his "eyes." Its mouth is so wide and long that its head is nearly bisected by its jaw. The teeth that fill this mouth are hooked and curve inwards, except the four at the end of its mouth. Like the teeth of a saber tooth tiger, except on both top and bottom. They point straight up and down and are placed just so he might close his mouth normally. It does have ears, though they are not visible. They are actually small drums on the side of its head that process sound on a much wider scale than human ears.

His hands are strange organic contraptions, normally they are long claws. Each of his eight fingers is a nine inch long blade of metal, smoother than the rest of his body, these claws are also razor sharp. They function as basic weapons and are capable of fine manipulation of the world around him. However, these claws can withdraw and several smaller fingers can emerge from each of his fingers. Allowing him to grip smaller objects and manipulate the world on much smaller levels. Its feet are large and connected to its legs like those of a theropod, with one longer claw at the base of its ankle and three longer claws at the end of its feet. These do not retract, however they too are sabers in and of themselves.

Its chest has three holes, much like the holes that are its "eyes" these three holes pump out that black mist that swirls about him. All of the holes in his body lead down to this well in his stomach that produces this black fog. Other than this singular processing organ, his body is comprised almost entirely from muscle and bone, each harder than steel. His flesh is made of flexible metal that moves as fluidly and naturally as flesh, his bone so sturdy that a loaded train colliding with him cannot bow him, his muscle of tightly wound steel-like thread so dense that even with his thin body he weighs as much as a class 4 truck.
Adorning his body at most of his joints are spines, at large joints like his knees and elbows they are about six inches in length. They too are as sharp as his laws. His fingers and toes each have spines that are about an inch each, as the others, they are blades. Down his back run a series of spines that start at his neck at an inch and grow out to a foot behind his shoulders before shortening slowly down to his waist.

The only article of clothing that The Baron wears is a floating garb of cloth that swirls with his black mist, this cloth is a dusty orange color, it wraps around his waist and neck and the remaining cloth seems to flow in the winds around his body. This cloth is incredibly hard to tear, though that is just good craftsmanship.

The Baron's voice echoes from all directions, booming as a theater of drums. Thumping distantly, rumbling like an inclement hurricane. Its thunderous roar shakes loose pebbles and leaves, those of lesser constitution are filled with dread.


Unsettling Motions: This is a tremendously complex psychic ability. It utilizes the passively exhumed black fog that constantly flows around him, as well as his own physicality. The ability is an incredibly tenuous exertion of willpower that accomplishes two primary tasks.







Tooth and Nail: With steel-hard teeth and claws, The Baron can utilize a very bestial style of combat. Slashing and ripping at his opponents, cutting them open and tearing them apart. He can easily wound an opponent of comparable or greater strength, simply because his body is made of much more dangerous materials. His claws and fangs are tough enough to cut through steel with a bit of effort.

Divine's Eye: While they don't have eyes, per say, Divines have a unique sensory organ at the front of their faces that allow them to see. This eye has telescopic vision, and is profoundly clear. Their eyes contain five rods instead of three, meaning that they see far more colors than humans can see. (Though less than a Mantis Shrimp.) However, despite this eye's clarity, it only provides a 90 degree field of vision. Making it terrible for actual use, outside of singular tasks.

Filling Gaps: Since their sight is limited to a comparably small area, Divines make up for it with three new senses. A combination of Echo-location, Infrared Sensory, and Electro-Sensory. Divines have a 360 degree field of "visual" sensory input. Allowing them to track the movement of any organic object by the heat output or absorption. Making long distance vision of biological, mechanical, and mystical lifeforms easier as well. As long as they have some sort of electricity running through them. They also have perfect "vision" in dark locations, simply by humming or speaking they can "see" everything around them in a huge radius.

As well, their hearing and sense of smell are tremendously strong. 450x stronger smelling and 1000x stronger hearing than a human. What would normally be a profound downside is actually covered by their own psychic ability, Divines can tune out particularly abrasive noises and sounds. As well, any being that is manipulating or experiencing the concept that the Divine embodies can be sensed by a long thin trail of energy from their head that leads off towards the Divine itself. In the case of The Baron, this trail of energy travels directly vertical into space. As The Divine of Wrath is always looming above.

Incredible Wit and Intelligence: As an incredibly ancient entity, The Baron is tremendously wise and intelligent. With knowledge passed from generation upon generation, wisdom spoken on dead worlds, and eons spent meditating on singular topics. The Divine is a fantastically knowledgeable being, knowing his own limitations and the limitations of others. He is devious and clever, using his knowledge of mortals and an encyclopedic knowledge of events to narrow down the best possible taunts to garner the greatest response. As well, he uses his knowledge to assume and sometimes predict the next movements of his opponents.

Remarkable Reflexes: Not a lot to tell about his reflexes. This is how he keeps up with entities that are significantly faster than he is. The Baron's reflexes and mind are capable of keeping up with objects that can move well past the speed of sound. He can react to objects coming at him at Mach 3, demonstrating this by catching a sniper round from the air with the tips of his claws. His dexterity is nothing to be laughed at as well, this too is demonstrated by his ability to catch a rifle round from the air.


Omniversal Psychic Connection to the Emotion of Wrath: As described before, Divines have a deep psychic connection to a concept, like Titans and Gods. Divines, however, have no control over this concept. They are instead fueled by the concept that they are connected to. The Baron is connected to negative emotions such as wrath.

Divines manifest the psychic energy that they absorb in strange and disconnected ways, these abilities aren't designed to fit together. Rather, they are designed to propagate and duplicate the concept that they are connected to. In the Divine of Wrath, these abilities manifest as tools of destruction and war. As violence leads to anger. In the younger years of a Divine, they passively grew stronger while they were in proximity to their concept. The Baron has reached the absolute pinnacle of his potential.

While other Psychic Entities use their latent abilities outwardly, Divines utilize their latent psychic potential inwardly. Rather than trying to use their power to range their opponents, Divines prefer a more direct approach. Instead choosing to optimize their own strengths, rather than create new strengths.

Psychic Flight: The Baron, unlike its lesser counterpart, can fly. Lifting itself into the air with its latent psychic ability, it can force itself to fly at the speed of thought. Which is surprisingly fast. Considering its mind can work fast enough to catch sniper rifle rounds from the air. While in flight, The Baron is capable of fine turns and incredibly high speed aerial combat. Though it is preferable for him to remain on the ground, as his abilities are more useful with only one viable escape route, rather than an omnidirectional one.

Abilities:
Physical Ability: A being born from a godlike entity to propogate war, The Baron is an unmatched Shock-Trooper. Dropping from above the atmosphere with intense force, their bodies sustain no injuries from the fall. They are unscathed by the fires of re-entry and even the gravities of gas giants cannot crush it. They are capable of withstanding entire trains running into them without bowing. Going so far as to derail the train with their bare hands, or a single kick.

They slash buildings to ribbons with their claws, disemboweling men with a flick of their wrists. They clash with the greatest of beings and come out victorious, even the gods shudder at the power of Divines in their unleashed states. They are unfaltering, remaining standing until their head is destroyed, they will fight eternally. Refusing to bow until they are limbless and slain.

They are impressive on foot as well, able to run upright or on all fours. They can reach drag race speeds instantaneously from a standing position.

Fog of War: From the Belly of the Beast, a huge plume of black smoke erupts. From his mouth and the holes in his chest, accumulating into a dense gaseous sphere. The Baron can fire this sphere at high speed, with the same effect as a cannonball. Plowing into the target location with intense force. However, upon contact, it has a violent reaction to the surroundings. The sphere rapidly rotates in place, growing spines as sharp as razors. These spines orbit around the edges of the sphere, slashing and grinding up whatever they contact.

The Fog of War doesn't dissipate, it lingers in the location that it struck. It becomes totally stationary after a few seconds of spinning death. It becomes as intangible as the air around it, allowing people to pass through it. It is totally opaque, as opaque as if your head were buried in dirt. Making it a sufficient tool for blinding someone.

The Fog only disappears if he sucks it back into himself, or if he fires off another sphere. They disappear in order of formation. With the earliest sphere disappearing first.

(The size of the sphere is dependent on the charge. 1 turn = 5x5 feet. Each turn it increases by 2 feet. The speed that it fires is a static 215 mph. Only two can be fired at a time. Formation and re-absorption of the sphere are near-instant processes, taking a sum total of 1.4 seconds. The spines are a centimeter long, and do not serve as deep penetrative blades, rather serving to inflict pain and lacerate.)

Black Fog Compression: The Baron can compress a handfull of the fog into any shape that he pleases, molding it into a weapon with a motion of his hand. Whatever weapon he forges from the fog is stronger than steel and upscaled to match his body's size. This allows him to use any weapon from any culture as a tool, and his mastery over his own momentum allows him to utilize this weapon to a supernatural degree. Frequently, he molds duplicates of the weapon his opponent is using, simply to taunt them.

Black Crescent: The Baron weaves his hand in a sweeping motion through the fog, throwing out a blade of black mist that cuts as a normal sword. It flies forward at great speeds, slashing deeply into whatever unfortunate target it strikes. Cleaving flesh away from bone effortlessly, cutting through support beams and toppling buildings. Even armored warriors would find it difficult to withstand a single swipe of the Black Crescent. Though this isn't the greatest move in The Baron's arsenal.

Colossal Black Wave Crescent: In a massive and sudden movement, all of the black mist around his body and from within are concentrated into an incredibly thin blade that is three feet long and variable width. The width is dependant of how much energy he wishes to expend, and widths greater than 100 feet are so taxing that he can barely move for a short time afterwards.

However, this is only the first step.

This blade is then forced in whatever direction he wishes at highway speeds, usually running parallel to the ground in a straight line about two feet above the ground. The blade bows itself into a long crescent, and anything that it passes through is utterly obliterated. On a microscopic level, this blade is made up of thousands of chewing teeth that grind anything it touches into powder. Not only cutting into it with how thin it is, any material that falls onto it is chewed up and processed inside of the mist. If a building is struck by this, the building caves in on itself. If a body is struck, it too collapses, however, a great portion of the body that made contact with the blade looks as though a grinder was taken to it.

This attack, at its maximum ability, can level an entire metropolitan area. Killing millions in the process, all with only a minimum effort on the part of The Baron.

It then slowly returns to the body of The Baron, allowing him to use other abilities that require the black fog.

Roaring Death: The Baron concentrates all of its psychic energy onto its own voice, compressing into a singular stream of pure red-black kinetic energy. Obviously as fast as sound can travel, this beam of pure energy pummels even the hardest of stone into powder. Working almost as a drill, it can dig clean holes through the sturdiest of materials given enough time.

Roaring Death is a sensory overload, dealing a crippling blow to the hearing of anything that is struck by it. If they are lucky, they will have permanent ringing in their ears. If they are unlucky, they will be permanently deafened by it. Other organs are also affected by this tremendously loud volume. While it will leave bruises on the tougher fleshy beings, it can penetrate through their bodies and have terrible effects on their internals. Shaking around their guts, possibly rupturing them if sustained.

This can be sustained for a few seconds, if sustained for too long it cannot be used again for a while. Obviously because his throat winds up in shambles from the exertion. This attack causes him physical distress, and actually uses up stamina. Oddly enough, while it may be incredibly dangerous to actually attack him during this. His Unsettling Motions is not active while he is firing Roaring Death. Meaning that for a few moments during and after Roaring Death, his strikes do not carry as much force.

(This attack moves at the speed of sound, forming a sonic cone around the end of it. When it strikes, it carries enough force to uproot an oak tree and send it flying. It crushes stone and bone alike. It can be sustained for two turns, unabated. If sustained for longer, it cannot be used again for six. The longest that it can be sustained is four turns. As well, it can only be used again two turns after being used. If the beam contacts you from the edge, it pushes with the same force as the initial impact. If you are held inside of the beam, you are pushed to the end of the beam. Generally aimed down towards the ground, as most opponents are shorter than him. The maximum effective range of this is 250 feet. )

Copycat Warriors: Pulling all of the fog from his body and the surrounding cloud that follows him, The Baron's most wily and cruel trick are the Copycat Warriors. The clouds form together into either an exact duplicate of The Baron itself, or several smaller versions of himself. The number of clones varies depending on the necessity. Sometimes it is just one clone that provides a second angle of attack, allowing him to attack from two sides. Other times, The Baron may need to raise an army in order to combat an army. Even he knows that a single soldier, no matter how strong, can be felled by an army of weaker foes. Pride is a death sentence.

The clones are never as strong as he is. The singular clone that is a mirror of himself is only half as strong as he is, and even then, it can be torn apart by a mortal with a sword. The smaller clones are comparable to superhumans in strength, but they are small and weak. They cannot fly and do not have the same host of abilities that he has. Though any one of them can kill a human with ease, they are only puppets that serve as disposable fodder.

If the clone is felled, it returns to the body. He cannot use any of his black fog related abilities while he has clones active.

Backstory:
Divines are a product, a commodity for entertainment to the gods. Occults are products of entertainment to the titans. Much as the rivalry between titans and gods, there is a rivalry between divines and occults.

The Divine of Wrath is one such being, born under a god of war, The Divine of Wrath is among the most ancient and powerful. Originally, it was a mere cell-sized entity. But as the multiverse aged and grew, and more war and bloodshed filled it, so too did the Divine of Wrath. Billions of years passing by, its mind and body evolved slowly. First taking a near human form, it had little power before it landed on a small forming planet. It lived like a parasite, consuming the metals and growing very slowly. Psychic growth proved to be much slower than physical growth, and so it consumed far more than it should have. It grew massive, it grew strong. Before it was even fully sentient, it had left its planetary origins to seek a closer source of food. Something stronger than a passive cloud of energies. It needed nourishment directly from the source.

As it traveled the stars it consumed floating stardust and rock, growing ever greater in size. It was massive before it found another planet. Just as it approached the new world, its mind had expanded to sentience. Think of this in the millions of years, as our timescale is much smaller than his. This too was long before he could properly control his own power, and even though he had millions of years to try, he was unable to stop himself before he collided with this unfortunate world.

Billions died because he was too young and unpracticed.

It took a very long time for him to understand the depth of his power, and even longer before he realized how much he could manipulate the universe around him.

Smaller bodies, born of his massive form, were tools he created to experience reality in third person. To influence the course of events to better suit his needs.

As his intelligence and ability grew, he watched as the gods threw foes at him. With the time he was given, The Divine's connection to the universe grew into a connection with a collection of universes. It grew and grew until all universes were within his depth, his power was immeasurable. Even his weakest born creatures were the greatest of warriors, he realized that his power must be contained if he wished to live.

The gods power was beneath him now, but he was one and they were many.

Wrath now lives as a planet of war that roams the multiverse, feeding itself as discreetly as possible. Though from time to time, it indulges in darker fantasies that allow it a stronger feast.

This is a summary of the lengthy story that is The Divine of Wrath and the Children of Wrath. Though to record the entire story would be of unnecessary length.