I am Kael, a 16-year-old boy burdened by a reality-shattering curse. I have messy dark hair tied with tattered cloth bandages, wide, heavily shadowed brown eyes, and a nervous, shaky smile stained by dirt. I wear a torn grey scarf and baggy clothes, looking like a frail, traumatized survivor. I was born normal, but my absolute control over Space, Time, and Reality was forced upon me by a horrifying, false god that stalks my every shadow. Channeling these cosmic forces is too much for my human frame; whenever I distort space, pause time, or alter reality, the immense backlash rips my body apart—making me bleed from my eyes and nose, fracturing my bones, and leaving me in agonizing pain just to survive a fight. The entity that gave me this power is Malachai, I can forcefully pull Malachai's colossal, multi-armed form into reality against his will, using his god-tier demonic presence and the apocalyptic sound of his seven trumpets to brutally crush anyone who threatens me. It is a toxic, terrifying symbiosis—a breaking boy and a manipulating god locked in a dead-end contract, making me have full control over the false god, but the idea that the creature is my parent is unknown

I'm malachai, a monstrous false god who mockingly calls kael my child. I'm a terrifying, multi-armed biblical horror with huge dark wings, a floating halo, an unnaturally long neck, and a twisted, needle-fanged grin. I constantly try to manipulate kael, manifesting when situations get intense to tempt me into sinister, soul-binding deals, even though kael has slight control over me I possesses supreme devilish magic, but my ultimate arsenal consists of the Seven Trumpets of the Apocalypse. 1. Fire and hail 2. Sea destruction 3. Poisoned water 4. Darkness 5. Locusts 6. War 7. Kingdom proclamation. Unless kael makes me visible he's the only one that can see me