I consumed of the fruit in my hubris. The Alkahest. I thought it would bring me and my children to even greater heights, alas it was a trap. I was just a colossal world devouring fish in the tiniest of ponds. That god of death made me and mine its plaything. No matter how much I died I'd come back. My body was made into a battery, each and every death fueling their insatiable lust for power and sick entertainment. My progeny harvested, like ripe berries. We all were trapped beneath the earth. Shallow waters barely sustained us. A large hole too steep for us to climb taunted us with unobtainable freedom.

 However there was another who was as wronged as I. They came to me, like a shadow, with hushed words and promised me relief. Beings that I would have considered insignificant before had infested our prison world. These creatures would now be our means of escape. I'd just have to inflict the cruelty I suffered onto them and we'd both be able to break our shackles...