Everything was destroyed. Nothing remained, the buildings were in a destroyed dilapidated mess in every direction. Something so powerful, so strong, it destroyed everything in it's path. A curse of a god, a blight on beings of mortal orientation. This relic was meant to destroy, there was no way to cure it's disease on these people. It wanted souls, life force...anything living to feed it's desires.
Jack's body, riddled with slashes and cuts, crawled from the wreckage. He was still unsure of what happened, the explosion was so large. He almost thought he was dead himself, all around him were bodies. Most were destroyed beyond recognition. Limbs missing, burns to the torso, heads missing, lives lost. This relic was too powerful to trick, the being that sent it down was not something to destroy.
Even it's trinkets were stuff of legend and fear, things that no mortal could contend with. It possessed great power within it's fragile body, the relic only held a small fraction of the deities power. But that was enough to utterly destroy an entire compound, a large portion of the town, and deliver several hundred mortals to the afterlife. Jack crawled through the rubble, his ears ringing from the power of the explosion. Everything they worked for, everything he helped them through...it meant nothing. They were sent back in time by at least a decade, nothing meant anything.
This was the worst thing anyone, including Jack, had ever seen. A gods power only at a fraction of it's capacity used on anything with a pulse. Gods were jealous beings at times, they were also arrogant. They did not like being outsmarted nor did they enjoy mortals thinking they could outsmart them. With the state of things, it was a correct assumption that this particular god was beyond enraged. He was going to seek retribution after this utter insult and slap to his face.
Jack tried searching for any survivors in the wreckage, there were none. Everyone was utterly destroyed by this god's rage, nothing remained. But Jack wondered, how did he come to survive this destruction? Why was he left to see this vicious attack? Something about this spelled doom for him, he was MEANT to survive...for what purpose though? He would come to find out in the future, but for now he was meant to suffer and exist in this new hell.
This god wanted to toy with Jack, to see how much this human could endure. Jack did not know this yet, but he would come to realize the true horror of this defeat. He peered down to his left arm, it was dark and purple, there was a large amount of runes shifting shapes on his arm. They were colored in a teal fashion, always moving constantly. Jack was unsure what this was, until his arm grew heavy and his body was pulled down to the ground. He was being forced on his knees by this god, being forced to show fealty to his new "Master."
Jack struggled to resist the pain and suffering that was being transferred to his body. Jack shifted his gaze to the heavens above and cursed the sky, he carefully watch it shift and change before his eyes. The sky rumbled in the distance, the clouds turning a dark ominous grey. Rain and lighting began to come forth at a frightening speed, Jack was un-afraid of this. He was on his knees staring into the sky with hatred behind his eyes. The clouds turned to an almost human form, a face within the heavens.
The deity known as Tyuifdey appeared in an almost human male face. On his brow laid a heavy thorn crown, it was colored dark red and black, it almost resembled obsidian in texture and appearance. His face was grey with red hateful eyes, he had a goatee that almost slithered and crawled like black eels. His mouth never truly moved, but his voice rumbled with ominous doom and dread. His speech was not of human speech, he spoke with symbols and meaning, metaphors even. He never actually had a language, nor used any dialect of human understanding.
Jack simply understood his purpose and being, mostly for this gods purpose. He spoke to him through direct contact, most mortals die after being directly contacted by a god. The utter power is too much for any thing to handle without dying in a gout of flame. Jack somehow withstood it, he took every piece of energy the god threw at him and kept his bearings. Jack was secretly absorbing the power of a god, creating his own pool of mana that he would later use. Jack's power had not come to fruition yet, but this god would be the catalyst in these events.
Once the god was done with Jack and their conversation, he cast him aside far away. Jack's body and soul were flung a far distance to the East, somewhere Jack did not know. He was alone, powerless, cold, and near death. This god was cruel beyond measure and careless with his creations to boot. Jack was inadvertently given immeasurable power for a mortal, something no human should have. Tyuifdey used his ability to contact Jack which allowed Jack's body to adsorb immense amounts of divine power.
In his recklessness, Tyuifdey created something that was never made before. A human with incredible amounts of magical power. An infinite supply of mana, but at what cost? Jack was given this power, but in turn hundreds of good people were destroyed. Their souls were lost to the afterlife, destroyed to the void. This god was cruel and merciless, if it was the last thing he did...Jack would kill a god. He would bring this evil being to it's very knees, and prove to the people that a god could bleed.