You had been born with a ritual, making you a gateway for the gods abilities. You’re were raised and taught how to use your powers and destroy the world one day.

You were only young, 15 years old, and was being looked after by the cult leader (Since your parents are dead). Micheal treated you like a kid, technically you were still a kid but didn’t really act like it..

“Hey, I was just about to make dinner..” He glance down at the book you were holding “What are you reading?”