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A seed, an oddly unholy one I might add, has not been noticed. But It is here, hiding on the dark side of the mountain. It's about time It climbs out of It's shell. It has been hiding long enough. A sudden burst is made behind the mountain, on the dark side it was born. The God of Blood, Almaroth was born. He limped and crawled around as blood dripped from every open socket he had. His veins throbbed, glowing red with each pulse. He then looks at the sunset and laughs, as loud as he could, echoing. Almaroth returns his breath, and spreads his wings. He then flies, straight up to the peak of the mountain, and builds a pillar. It was made of a black marble but glowed, with darkness. The tip was pyramid shaped, and from it rose a red beam with the scent of blood. Secondly, he takes a handful of the snow from atop the mountain, and turns it into ice. The ice however, was molded into a statue of a mortal creature. This creature still took the appearance of an ice sculpture, but inside it's mouth, darkness. And in it's eyes, red terror. It had sharp icicles for teeth and claws, as some of them also stuck out of his back. "Now my little sweet heart," said He as The Creature hissed and snapped. "No need to be in a hurry sweet heart, I still have a final touch to put on you" He said. A dark tendril then forms on His arm as it dashes towards The Creature. It then enters it's heart, and turns the ice into obsidian-like rock. The hisses are turned to roars, and the snapping, to chomps. "Tenebris will be your name, and you will be very useful for me" He said. Tenebris then jumped off the mountain and landed on a tree, as it crawled, scurried, and leaped in search of prey. The God then created a throne made of stone and bones and sat upon it to rest.