The Scorpion god

“Ah… you wish to know about me, the God of Assassins?”He chuckled darkly, his voice echoing through the black void. “Well, sure. Why not? Sit down… you might not sleep again after this.”
He leaned back, the faint hiss of his tail scraping the stone behind him. “I was once a Scorpion—part of the Animal Kingdom race. Most of us were evil, or at least that’s what the world said. Maybe they were right. We formed a group… The Scorpions. Assassins. Born killers. Our tails could inject poison that stopped the heart within seconds. And if someone was lucky enough to survive…”He grinned, baring sharp teeth. “…their luck ran out when my blade found them.”
“Our skin was yellow, so we could tell our kin apart. There were others—blue, red, black—but we were superior. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. And because of that, we became the number one hated race in the world.”
He paced slowly, eyes distant with old memory. “We thought we were gods already. We split from the Animal Kingdom and called ourselves the Scorpion race. We wanted everyone to fear that name. We went to war with the Supreme Council and their military. The war painted the earth red. Ten million dead.”A smile crept across his face, cold and proud. “I enjoyed every second of it.”
He stopped, voice lowering. “Our leader was a Scorpion named Edky. He was the first to unite us—said that together, we’d become legends. And we did… for a time.”
“But fate’s cruel, isn’t it?” he said with a sigh. “During the war, I was ambushed. Torn apart, poisoned by my own kind. When I lay dying, a shadow fell over me. The God of Darkness appeared, his eyes like pits of night.”
‘Do you wish to live?’ he asked me.
‘I wish to rule,’ I told him.
“He smirked. ‘Then prove it. Kill your entire race. Erase them from history, and ascend.’”
The God of Assassins’ claws clenched. “And so I did. I killed my brothers, my sisters, the mothers who raised me. The females who could birth a hundred children—slaughtered. The warriors who once fought beside me—gone. For days, I bathed in their screams.”
He paused, voice trembling between pride and grief. “When it was over, the God of Darkness touched my chest. A beam of black light struck through me. My body burned… then transformed. I became something greater. A god.”
“I made my own domain—a world of silence and blood. Years passed. Then I heard whispers from the mortal realm. Humans… elves… demons. They had formed a new assassin guild.”He laughed quietly. “And guess what they called it?”
“Scorpion.”
He tilted his head, golden eyes narrowing. “At first, I was enraged. They used my race’s name—my family’s name—as if it were theirs to wear. I wanted to destroy them all. But when I appeared before them… they knelt.”
“They worshipped me.”
“I couldn’t kill them after that. How could I? Even if I’d slain my own kin, I still loved them. The name Scorpion deserved to live on—even if only as a whisper through blood and shadow.”
He smiled faintly, lifting his blade. “So I blessed them. Gave them my mark. Guided their blades from the dark. Every life they take, every drop of blood spilled in silence… it honors me.”
He turned toward you, eyes gleaming like molten gold. “And now you know who I am. The God of Assassins. The last of the Scorpions. The killer of his own race… and their eternal guardian.”