[ WP ] Becoming a god .

Ascendant. 
 
 All I ever wanted was control. It ’ s all anyone really wants, at the end of the day. People phrase it differently, but control is what they are after. They want the power to enforce their will, and to defend themselves from those doing the same. They want money to buy off other people. They might even want a titled role to allow them to enforce their will. 
 
 I wasn ’ t satisfied with any of that… in the end at least. I started peacefully enough I suppose. I just wanted to be able to walk, to overcome the limits that my pitiful mortal frame placed upon me. The malformed limbs that couldn ’ t carry a peach, much less the rest of my body, had been my shackles… and my driving force. 
 
 These pitiful limbs forced me to learn. I was forced to reach for true power. Power over the universe itself was the only solution I was willing to accept, the power to heal myself… or to simply work around the useless limbs I was born with. I figured that out when I was eight. I mastered a simple levitation spell, and then began to build on it. I would carry myself in a grid of telekinetic force, and I would use my magic in place of my hands. 
 
 But… when I learned that… I was so used to reaching for more power. More magic. More control. So I kept going. 
 
 Death… life… sickness… health… I kept studying. Kept learning. Kept fixing. I learned to give motion to the dead, and to build a wall between those I cared about and death. Fire, frost, and lighting danced to my tune, and my power continued to grow. 
 
 I was opposed eventually, of course. Nobles, priests, and those misguided… “ *heroes* ” they sent against me all tried to stop me. To reign me in, or to kill me. They feared my growing power, although I held no malice towards them until they struck first. 
 
 I kept growing though. Kept learning. Kept experimenting. 
 
 Now… now I am about to end it all. I am going to end this neverending series of experiments and growth. Today… I take my place among the Immortals. I don ’ t know what will happen after the Ritual ends… after I dive into the Well of Souls itself and use its power to reshape myself into something **more**. 
 
 But I know this much… there will be opposition to my success. I must prepare myself for the inevitable interruptions, and do whatever it takes. I shall be a god… soon.
