[ WP ] You 're the very first human ascending into godhood , but as you ascend you see something that warps your mind .

Finally. All the preparation and work and pain and suffering has paid off. Their bodies are strewn across the concrete floor, extra arms in one corner, extra legs in another. The torsos in the center. The stone was etched perfectly, the crisscrossing runes and symbols aligned exactly. A moment ago they were full of blood. Now they are clean. Burned quickly in liquid fire. 
 
 It ’ s not that I wanted to kill those people. They were just the means to an end. I needed to ascend. It was my purpose. Their purpose was to help me achieve that. They supplied the blood and fear and flesh. But now, I am to be completed. Made whole. I shall finally be a god. I shall be able to rule and subjugate the masses as I was born to do. 
 
 There ’ s a pause. Nothing in the writings said there would be a pause. Not that they would know for sure. Everything in there was based on ancient writings passed down to man from the other gods. No one yet has ascended. Until now. I alone was strong enough to find the sacrifices. I alone was strong enough to etch the stone and pour the gold and diamonds and fire. I was the one strong enough to step into the circle and be surrounded by the flame and emerge unharmed. Why is there a pause? They should give me what I have earned. 
 
 It starts. I can feel the change. It is unpleasant. It ’ s fine. I have steeled my resolve for this. I can handle it. It gets worse. Pain starts in my stomach and radiates out. I can ’ t see, but I am sure I must be glowing. My transformation must be glorious. It ’ s a shame no one is here to bear witness. No matter. They will flock to me. 
 
 *Why? * 
 
 Why what? I will be ultimate power as a god. They will envy and worship me. 
 
 *No, they won ’ t. * 
 
 They pain is getting near unbearable. I hear screaming, but it isn ’ t mine. 
 
 *Everything that got you here is pain. You caused so much suffering and misery. Why would you think that you would be anything but a beacon for that pain and suffering? A lightning rod for misery. * 
 
 My insides writhe. I can feel each of my teeth and the pressure behind my eyelids. This should have been omnipotence. 
 
 *Would the gods really hand you the recipe for complete dominion of the Earth? We fight amongst ourselves over the same thing. We don ’ t need your competition. * 
 
 I can feel the movement of my blood as though razors cut through under my skin. The screams now have voices. It ’ s other people. People I have met. 
 
 *You carry their pain now. * 
 
 Those monsters. Those evil gods. This should have been perfection. 
 
 *We are not evil. In fact, this is a fair exchange. In return for your burden of misery and suffering, we grant you immortality. Welcome to godhood. * 
 
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