The Creator's Curse

Some Billions of Years ago

The Universe was still young, yet it was so vast and neverending. The Creator created all of this. She is an extremely mysterious entity, but she shaped the known universe. Millions of planets were seeded with multi-cells, which were to evolve into lifeforms over a process of millions of years. She had planned everything from the start, and she needs to create sentient life to look after her universe.

She had created about 100 transcendental beings all at once, just by thinking. They had extraordinary powers, most of which may even rival hers. The beings had spread throughout time and space, knowing their purpose. Over the coming years, most would become corrupt and evil, using their power to conquer and destroy. The rest had set out to stop the evil ones.

Yet, at the time, she had ceated what she thought was perfect.

"I'll name you Angeror, for want of a better name" the spectral being chuckled.

Angeror, at the time, looked so innocent. He would age slowly, like a mortal, but unlike one, he could live forever. The young Angeror had a large bulbous head, with large black eyes. He had sharp teeth, no visible nose or ears, and a big mouth. He was ebony black, about the size of an adult human, but still only in his "adolescence" stage.

"Speech, just one thing you will learn over time. My language, I vow to make it the most popular among universes. I call it Basic, but anyway. I grant you extraordinary powers, not to be used lightly. Your destiny, never forget it - seed the worlds, make life."

Jagex Nebula, 10 Billion years after

"The Jagex Nebula. A beautiful sight, with the skies as shiny as the Fifth Sun of Argon. Wouldn't you agree, Angeror?" asked the humanoid being.

"No. Beauty is an alien concept to me" he replied darkly. He was still young, as he would age very slowly.

"Didn't the Creator give you that emotion?" chuckled his companion. He looked like a human male, with shining blue eyes and golden hair. He wore black robes, and could have been easily mistaken for one of the Elven people.

"Emotions are for the weak. Only hate and anger are useful, Glator" Angeror shot back.

"You have a black heart and a cold temper. Yet I consider you my friend" Glator replied.

"What planet is that?" Angeror said, pointing to a grey world.

"According to Dirindo's catalogue, that planet has been christened Gielinor by Guthix. I believe he is currently shaping it, and seeding it. On the topic of seeding, how many have you done?"

"2.5 million. I'm guessing you've done more than me."

"That's a correct analogy. I've seen your creations, Angeror - and their futures. Jeez, you really have a problem, because most of them turn out bad... and ugly."

"I could say the same thing about you. The Flower People of Naturitis? Oh come on, I haven't been so sickened in my lifetime!"

"Angeror, your mind has been poisoned! You really shouldn't hang out with Halvinor!"

"This was how I was created! I cannot help it! My name is Angeror, which has the word anger in it!"

"Just calm down. Maybe we can get a sneak preview of Gielinor, eh?" Glator quickly said.

They both hovered down onto the planet, which was a paradise. Humans were present, but very primitve humans. From what they could see, they were happy.

"Guthix did good, didn't he?" Glator sighed, staring at the twin moons in the sky.

"I saw glimpses of the future, and humans become one of the most dominant species in the Universe. They originated from Earth, but Guthix brought some here via the World Gate. By the way, I hate humans" Angeror frowned.

"Why?"

"They are monsters. They seek and destroy. They're innocent now, but the future isn't so bright."