On the biggest blackhole of the Universe (with trillions of times the mass of the sun),
An Obsidian castle stood, without bending even slightly to the unimaginable gravity of the blackhole the castle stood upon.
The colour of the castle is a paradox, because even light itself gets swallowed the moment it gets close without reflecting anything.
But neither the blackhole nor the castle present on ith, that warrants the full attention.
It's the man sitting on the highest peak of the castle in silent medition, Unmoved by anything and Untouched by time.
Long Black Hair like the lightless abyss tied at the back of his head,
Golden Pupilled Eyes that'll shine like the brightest of stars the moment they are opened,
Skin fair and soft as snow,
And a physique that was chiseled to perfection without a single blemish.
He sat in silence, barechested, his weapon The Great Swordstaff lying horizontally over his lap, sometimes humming like a coiled dragon ready to pounce at a moment's notice.
The Forgotten God finally opened his eyes, looking at the group of Gods, numbering in the thousands, who at somepoint surrounded his castle like wolves surrounding their prey and eyed him with hostile gazes.
Graham Ravenblade ( Forgotten God )'s POV
I am the first human or any species for that matter to ascend and control mana in this Universe.
For that reason everyone called me, "The Progenitor", "The Supreme One", "The Pioneer of Mana" or "Heaven's Child" among other things, even though no one would know my name till some time later.
After learning to control mana, I finally found a way to increase my skill in the swordstaff, and formed my own weapon aura.
With my newfound powers, I traveled the world, fighting new opponents to hone my skill.
When there was no one left in my world, I traveled to different worlds and participated in their war as a mercenary to further increase my weapon mastery without using any other skills.
After fighting and honing myself for almost a 100 thousand years, I've shed my mortality and became a God. That's when the universe announced to everyone about my name and my feats.
So I had become the "First God" of my universe known across planes and worlds for my achievements.
After becoming a God, I couldn't find anyone worthy enough to fight me. Even though after some time new gods were born, they were too weak to be my opponents.
So I started travelling the starry sky again for another 500 thousand years, to witness birth and death of the worlds, supernovas and blackholes, star clusters and galaxies, witnessing everything there is and widening my horizons.
Since so much time has passed, mortals eventually started forgetting about me..
Only the gods who were almost immortals till the end of the universe, still remembered my existence and gave me the moniker,
"The Forgotten God"