Cri'ey
A man in bandages then lifts from the rubble of the largest asylum in the U.S. He then looks around at the destruction and leaps towards a shattered window. He looks at a shard of the window and stares at his reflection. Nothing different, but there was now red in his eyes, literal red now. He then looks around at the rubble at notices a hand sticking out, it was one of the patients in the asylum. He then pulls this hand and a pale man jumps out of the rubble, screeching. Cri'ey then looks at this man with a bored expression in his eyes and slaps the man with his hand. The man then whimpers and stands up behind Cri'ey loyally. More men and woman then peek out of the rubble and walk up to Cri'ey. They then start bowing. A voice is then heard in Cri'ey's head. "Hello, I see that you have followers. These people are crazy, but you are the most sane, they worship you. If you are wondering who this is, it is I, the great god Tschinef, god of mischief,lies,and envy. Now, I have a favor to ask you..." echoes the voice of Tschinef. He then explains how he wants him to build a civilization with all these mad men following him, but then he says "But you look so plain...except for you my dear Avatar, you are the most fine of all these crazy people". Dark purple lighting bolts then blast through the clouds and onto the pale mad men. They all then start running around in chaos with lighting striking them one by one. It is pure chaos, and under those bandages Cri'ey is smiling. The lighting storm then stops and the mad men are now all in different shapes and sizes. Each where unique and all where nightmarish. They then start experimenting with their powers and start shifting into more things such as animals, but messed up versions of them. "Oh, sorry but there is one thing I forgot" echoes the voice. A large bolt then strikes Cri'ey and causes him to howl in pain. The strike then ends, but Cri'ey is no different. He then starts vibrating and turns into the shape of one of his followers, but with black dark skin. The made men then hide in rubble with fear and whimpering at this. Cri'ey then returns to his normal form and kneels down while looking at the sky. "Thank you Tschinef my lord, I will lead these fools to start a new race" says Cri'ey with his dark voice.