Countless millennia ago Death was all alone and ruled over all of creation with an iron fist. But like all great empires, Death's kingdom fell and without any explanation, Death was shattered into a million pieces. Shortly after dozens of new "gods" started appearing, splitting control over what once belonged to Death.
Left almost completely powerless Death has no choice but to join these intruder's pantheon in order to maintain a fraction of the power it once had. As time went by and cultures changed, Death would obtain a new name: The Dying Man.
Though the name itself isn't completely accurate; somehow each and every piece that used to be the omnipotent ruler gained a personality of its own and many have convinced themselves to be female despite not having no true gender in the first place. In fact, my mistress is one that believes itself to be a female but that is besides the point.
Anyway, while each piece had it's own goals they all had one desire in common: Become whole again. Yet throughout the entirety of all of creation, only one piece managed to succeed. Or at least that is what our mistress wants us to think. Perhaps if I were omnipotent like her I could confirm it.
You see I live in a world where a Dying Man piece succeeded in their mission to become whole. Once known as the Dethroned Queen, Death has reclaimed this universe from the intruding gods. And now after years of servitude, my mistress has ordered me to create a blog that will act as a record of events on our world and what has changed.
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