A warrior it was, a child born not in the image of my children like the rest, this one had a spirit rivaled only by my own.

It wasnt a prayer as much as a challenge though. "Hear me forgotten lord. I know not of your intentions nor your place within the 6 lords. But I know it is my destiny to call to you".

He was so close. Destiny... My children are made to create balance: Peace and Chaos, Life and Death, Space and time. And that leaves me, The 'Forgotten Lord, as they call me.

Just as he was brought into this world to prove even those of no power brought from the deepest depths can break expectations and shine brighter than the rest. In a world of magic bestowed upon the filth that is humanity by my twisted children. He managed to make it this far without any guidance. Its ironic honestly, that the runt of the litter ended up where he is now. A boy knowing not of what I am nor what I am cabable of. And yet he still calls out.

"My name is Ezekiel." He continues "Ezekiel Romano III".

Ahh Ezekiel. Makes sense, a Hebrew name meaning quite literally 'Gods strength'. I called him a boy before, I feel that was untrue. He is more man than any human alive and less human than any of my children. If a human can decide whether or not it is 'right' or 'wrong' to do the same thing as someone else who receive the opposing judgment. Then surely that would be condridictary. Apparently self defense is 'less evil' than murder, but both are just as bad as each other just one makes people feel like it was justified. Morality is what keeps them sane'. Evil is what makes them human. Realising this is one of the greatest feats a sentient being can achieve, something only Ezekiel and I have accomplished. Considering my children are 'Gods' it infuriates me a child learns his lesson before they do.

"I have one wish from you... I wish to speak to thee. There are no texts, no one who knows of you, the only thing people know about is the legend of the Forgotten Lord. One only reachable by one connected spritually to hisself, I beleive I am ready".

His voice is the first to reach me since the begining. His tone and his presence felt omnipotent compared to his words. I needed not his request, merely a single word wouldve done it. I mean... I was meant to meet him. He was made for this purpose. I created it all. He was made in my image. It was bound to happen. Bound by fate.

"I hear your crys. I will visit you the next time your eyes close and you drift off to sleep".

I leave him with those simple words. His whole world just changed, he dosen't have time for a full explaination right now. He will have to wait. Hes conquored mountains and slayed armies with his bare hands. Fate was clearly on his side.