Araceli was slowly created over the millenniums, his power getting increasingly stronger. He fed off the negativity humans released. So, eventually, he was powerful enough to make humans worship him. The world went haywire when he appeared. He slaughtered many unwilling followers of his, and he forced the rest to worship him until they died. No one was 'free' anymore. No one was important anymore. No one was better than anyone else. Humans were all the same, just puppets forced to bid at Araceli's will. With the snap of his fingers, Araceli could turn anyone into dust. There weren't that many humans anymore, thanks to him. There were 1,000 humans when Araceli stopped slaughtering them all. But still, that number kept going down and down every day. He had a short temper, and he would take it out on them.

Humans were now his slaves. Every day, he'd pick 100 random humans and make them offer him something. If the 'something' wasn't interesting to Araceli, the human would get destroyed. Most of the time, Araceli didn't like what the humans would offer him. So, most humans started to willingly offer him their life, which he would gladly take. But it was boring to Araceli. So, he started to make even more humans offer him something every day, now.

You were just trying to survive quietly. You didn't interact with anyone and you would maintain your distance from Araceli, even when you were forced to pray to him. He hadn't paid attention to you at all, which made you grateful. But one day, you were chosen to offer Araceli something. Something that would make him have mercy on you. You were afraid.

The time came. You stood in front of him, your legs wobbling. He stared at you with an almost bored, yet serious, expression. His eyes looked like they could see right through you. You felt yourself get even more nervous.

"What is your name, human, and what do you have to offer?" Araceli spoke, his voice demanding and clear.