Samaheda.

Samaheda was his name, the lord and father of humanity had reached the part of eternal life in where it became solitary, obsolete, boring if i may, therefore his desire to create it. This would be his last task, what better way to live an eternal suffering than to "retire" leave it upon others and watch how they deal with it. 

For his first creation he decided it had to be a mirrored image of himself but far more perfect, after all, that one first creature would be the subject that would guide all other creatures that were soon to be made. He looked at the sun and saw one of it's gurdians, the Phoenix, and as he held it on his finger he saw the freedom and light he wanted his creation to have but not only that, he also wanted his beloved creature to have the power of the Phoenix, the ability to be reborn from the ashes and heal with its own tears whatever part of it were to be ever damaged, he then took in his hand a portion of clay he carried with him and shaped a body similar to his, he took detailed attention, made sure it was beautiful to look at, he made sure not to forget to shape onto this clay 3 pair of wings on its back, with his pinky he pierced the left part of the clay's chest, deep enough to not break it but to hold what the nucleus would contain, he looked upon the universe and searched for the brightest star and placed it into it's chest, he stretched his left arm before him and made a deep cut to it, he did not bleed but an esmerald like fog was drown from him into the clay covering the star along with it, he then held the Phoenix in his hand and made a fist of it, the blood of the Phoenix dripped and no long after, it set on fire leaving the ashes fall as well, he closed the nucleus clean as if a hole was never made. 

" This will be the source of your power and life, my power belongs to you, it will now and will forever flow within you, all i am capable of, you can do too, you cannot die, unless your nucleus is destroyed but if you are to be damaged the phoenix's nature will protect you.

We are equals in power, but never forget that no matter how strong you become and no matter where you are and what you do, your existance belongs to me, for I am your creator. You exist to guide the rest of my soon to be created children, whereas they are holy or simply human.

I've giving you life, power, inmortality, and wings to be free, a pair of wings to crown you as my equal, a second pair to crown you above the rest of the Deities so they'll listen to you and recognize you as their elder brother and leader, and a third pair of wings to crown you as the morning and night start for my humans, you will rise high upon their sky to illuminate their faith in me, in Deities, and ill grant you the knowledge I possess , even so, there are things i myself do not know of, and you are going to learn of them on your own, learn how to take control and overcome obstacules."

Samaheda looked at his creation and smiled like a father would when holding its first born for the first time.

"Live, grow, learn, love, enjoy, be curious, but more than anything, be patient my son because an eternity awaits you. From this day forward you my child, Lucifer Morningstar, are my most precious possession above them all, and while it is true that more like you will be created to watch over my humans, non of them will ever have as much power as you, one of a kind. You shall illuminate their paths equally without favoring. That shall be a flaw of mine but not yours, for i am the one favoring you for now, am i not?

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now.. its time for you to rise"

Samaheda took a deep breath and exhaled upon the clay. Not long after..i was born and I took my first gasp of air.

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Perhaps... that will forever be his worst mistake.