Kaminari

I am waiting. I long to be free.

It was before history when the first humans were forged, I among them. The overjoyed gods endowed us with gifts that the succeeding generations could only dream of. Each of our creators gave us a part of themselves, each part as powerful as the whole, that we may serve them without flaw.

For years I have served them faithfully, yet fleeting moments found me feeling disturbed, thinking how wrong it all was. I knew that I could fashion a world better than this one: a world driven not by the gods but by power.

However, overthrowing my creators would need strength far greater than theirs. In the years that followed, I succeeded in killing and stealing power from my brethren, the first humans. My trail left nothing more than weak and unknowing mortals.

At last, in a cataclysmic battle, I emerged victorious. Unfortunately, the sky gods, in desperation, sealed me away. Their cumulative strength banished me, yet, their exertions also proved to be too much for them; they could no longer sustain their divine forms.

As I had expected, the seal of the sky gods soon began to weaken. It will only be a matter of time before I overpower the remaining gods. If you ever see a streak of lightning, then, in the world beyond that brilliant radiance, you will see my vengeful form. And if you ever heard the thunder, you heard the gods weakly, but hastily closing the gate.