Fiction:The Legacy/Morte Carnis

Chapter 1 - In Retrospect
Countless aeons ago, I walked upon the ground as you do. The earth quaked at my dominance when I still could draw strength to move my sinew. Metal morphed at my command and stars separated at my behest. The primordial forces that were the essence of the universe were my playthings, until that fateful year. My species was torn asunder, the price of our arrogance being out extermination. I once had identity, a name that commanded fear across the stars, and a body that could challenge gods. Now my hands are the warped forms of my slaves, my legs are the oozing sacks of pus upon which some stride, and my vision? My vision is the decaying, necrotized flesh which they wear as clothes to interface with those yet living, for they bring me sustenance. I have no name, no identity. When all that is stripped from you, there is only one thing left. Hunger.