23 Year old, Gael Owen was a English family boy born in Wales on October the 8th 1996.

This is who I was before I unfortunately passed on due to me

One: Not looking on the damn road properly.

Two: Driving way too fast.

Three: Being impaired due to heavy rain.

Now you must be wondering "But Gael, how did you die on a day like that?" I'll tell you how. I was once an Amateur Storm-Chaser, Why? Don't ask cause I was one those people that wasted most of their damn early years being a lazy shut-in that faked sickness and blight as well not doing well in school what so ever.

But whatever. You didn't come here to listen and read my awful backstory. You came for the story of how I was reincarnated into the Red-Emperor known as

Safi'Jiiva.

Gael Owen stared with a frustrated look on his face.

As Gael looked onward at his windshield that had been blurred by the endless rain pattering on it, the windshield wipers did nothing to help and that only made his anger rise even more.

"No." Gael thought as he looked at the ruined road that faced a cliff which also faced the open sea and if one for what ever reason happened to gaze at the bottom,

one would find the half sea-swallowed jagged spire rocks that littered the cliff bed.

The problem now that Gael faced, was that the road leading to where he originally wanted to pass was now ruined by a landslide.

The road was now covered by Silt, Mud and finally roots.

At this point most would have just given up and went home and try another day. But for those that had known the Owen family, Stubbornness and Anger was always a bloody curse, and it too claimed Gael.

Hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles turned white by the sheer force that was put behind it.

Anger flooded Gael's body.

He spent over three days waiting for this damn storm. Three days that were stress filled, spent rigging his SUV with weather gadgets and what not and finally losing sleep planning on where he should go when following this storm.

And now? Murphy's Law had ahead and fucked him in the ass.

"Piss off!" he shouted once more; taking his hands off of his steering wheel and punching them together multiple times rendering his hands numb.

He brought his now numb hands to his face and thought about his situation and what to do now.

"This is really shitty." Gael thought once more, normally. He would've just given up and went home. But he refused to budge here, he came so far and it was awfully close as well.

Gael let his head fall to the steering wheel.

This was worse than the bullshit difficulty in Shadows Die Twice, the dumbass Arch-Tempered Elder Dragons in Monster Hunter World that seemed to one shot you whenever you just happened to get a morsel of victory.

After letting his thoughts run amok for a while Gael settled on a decision.

"Fuck it." Gael said with a stressed tone.

Slamming his foot on the pedal, the engines of his SUV roared to life and brought forth the concept of speed and momentum to existence.

Cold adrenaline filled Gael as he now regretted his split-second decision.

It happened all too fast, like a flash he was falling off the cliff.

Gael's tongue was numb and was unable to form a single coherent thought.

His life, like many when facing Death. Flashed before his eyes.

Gael saw his childhood and foolish choices that would later in life whip him into who he was.

Gael saw the middle ground between the small Child and growing Adult that would be his Teenage years, he saw the Slothful and Hedonistic lifestyle he so foolishly choose instead of Hard Work and Discipline that would've made him into a better man.

Gael saw the short-lived Adulthood and choice that would separate him from his family and would bring pain in his heart that knew no equal, he also saw the budding wisdom that came from the speeches of old men and those that made themselves stronger from weakness and aspired to become one of them.

Gael would have been the few to grow and become a great man.

His final thought before leaving this world?

"Fuck."
-Final words Gael Owen (Date Of Death: 05/02/2020)

A question for the Sage's. How does one describe Death?

Is it a place where beautiful ivory clouds lay and golden pearly gates that would make even the hardest of heart weep with joy.

NO.

Is it a place where there is naught but Hellfire, brimstone and screams of the damned?

NO.

Then what is it?

An endless abyss consumed me utterly and totally.

It's got no beginning and no end.

It was just Me, the Dead and Anti-Life.

Every time I try to remember it… I go mad and bleed from my eyes, ears and snout.

The unending great-drum which shall beat for an eternity and more

The bubbling mad-flute which whistled in ways that cannot be put into words.

All of this I heard, if muffled by the Anti-Life.

From what faint recollections I had. It all ended when I heard the Beat.

Ba-dump.

It beated once, smothered by the absence of nothing.

Ba-Dump

Second beat. Growing stronger this time, more potential to be realised in order to compete with nothing.

Ba-Dump

Third and final beat. This time however, only the beat remained and banished "Nothing". And with this beat came Echoes of what I could only call God's

One such Echo told of a Unicorn that named itself "Lord Of Lightning And Storm." And unlike most god's it was humble and patient, and went with nature like any other animal. It is a being that the Chinese Taoist's would revere without hesitation.

Another Echo brought forth, spoke to me of a great lizard adorned in raw gold with the horns of a Ram.

This beast is God Of Avarice and Fury.

Bring Tribute and Worship to it, you shall be awarded with riches that make even the greatest of kings and lords green with envy. It is a being that the South American Indians and some Spanish would worship with no hesitation.

A third Echo. This one, was a God of Fierce Wind and Absolute Dominion. Like the Roman Lord Caesar but tenfold. Draconic rage only awaits you should you incur it's enmity. The Romans would have worshiped this being as a beacon of strength and willpower that shall be harder and stronger than even the hardest of steels.

Fourth Echo. An eater of fellow Gods and the Herald of Destruction. Dark God of Power and Gluttony, This beast shall stop at no end to fill it's gullet with the flesh and power of fellow gods, such is it's will to be King of Gods. With claw's that shall rend even the heavens itself, all for the sake of it's ambition. Beware of those that walk the path of the Daemon. For they shall bring skulls of any being to craft a dark throne for an equal Dark God, and they too shall spill the life-force of all that lives and if the ambition be fulfilled then Daemons shalt rule the earth with a great tyrannical fist.

Fifth Echo. God of Pride and Hellfire. The Great Engine of Molten Strength and Terrible Rage. This Scorchlord only has one request: Kneel or be vaporised into ash.

It is said when worshipped by men and women of old said Scorchlord gifted them fire and gave them a blessing that gave them power unrivaled with a fiery discipline to control it. Should you by any chance offend the being made from the Blood Of The Earth know now that you face a challenge that very few have ever managed to overcome. This Nemean beast of godly power would be worshipped by warriors renowned.

Sixth Echo. Just like how a King must have a Queen, so too does the Scorchlord. Meet the Goddess of the Pale Blue Fertile Fire and Supremacy. She is the unending pillar of support for the Scorchlord and he is hers.

She would be worshipped by the fair and meek as to them she represents the endurance to support the Nemean Lord of Hellfire, for when the Scorchlord is injured or Pride is shattered, she will heal him and much more.

Seventh and final Echo. Behold the One who lurks in the murky shadow of Death, Carrion God of Decay and Dead Energy. He who rules over the kingdom of rot and famine, a vale of rotten influence. None dares to challenge the Carrion Lord, for doing so is to challenge the shadow of Death itself. Those that worship the God of Dead Energy see themselves inflicted by blights disease and much more, they feel pain no longer, happiness on a constant they shall indulge in. For the Carrion Lord they worship so they will do anything for him. Beware of the Followers of Undeath

All of these Echos and more flooded me, gave me knowledge. But it would matter little for I forgot all when I was reborn as... Xeno'jiiva.

The sense of Feeling came back to me.

The sense of Smell came back to me.

The sense of Sight came back to me.

The sense of Hearing came back to me.

And then suddenly

LIGHT.

Then… everything started to fade. And the last thing I heard was the deep birth cry of something and I knew no more. Only instinct remained.

A First Wyverian watched from afar as it saw the newborn Elder Dragon mewl it's first cry into the world.

The Wyverian let out a huff.

Seeing this newborn with that much raw energy and power mildly shocked him. Only the most powerful and tempered Gods held even but a fraction of what this newborn thing held.

That power may very well end the world as he knows it.

But it mattered not, like Lightning he must move forward no matter the cost. Let the Gods deal with this alien newcomer.

As the First Wyverian turned and left, the Birth-cries of the newborn alien beast intensified and soon enough all that surrounded Xeno'jiiva was rendered into ash, powder and dust.

Such is the power of the Emperor of Elder Dragons after all.