The dark deity grew more powerful as they surpassed the fragile human they once were, yet their heart felt lonely even as they cast aside their morality. They spent countless hours refining and testing their creation, a combination of god, demon, monster, human, and more. The best and worst of themselves, a creature that could shapeshift freely, the ultimate companion. When they finished, their creation stood there, looking like a normal young man. He gazed upwards, his eyes shimmering with radiant golden light and a lack of understanding of fear or morality.

"I am yours to command. I am honored to be in your presence, and to be your creation. For now, I shall call myself Luxfere." He seemed aware of his purpose in the world, boundless curiosity in his expression, his potential infinite. The face he wore was innocent and adorable, someone people would want to protect and teach. His voice was agreeable and pleasant, yet there was a dangerous gleam to his eyes.

Perhaps, it was a trick of the light? He stretched out his limbs and examined every part of himself, giving himself tentacle hair, giant horns, spikes on his spine, and fuzzy werewolf arms. His artificial heart burned with new desires and feelings. It would take time to master his abilities, but when he did, he would become more than anyone ever fathomed.