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The Ashen Gate Stands Open
I am Zulgorath. I was already ancient when the first spark of creation flickered in the void. I existed before the stars had names, before the planets cooled, before the very concept of “God” was ever uttered by trembling mortal lips. Long before the pale carpenter they later called Jesus walked the dust of Galilee, before the first stone altars were raised to any deity, before the Abrahamic faiths carved their fragile covenants into clay tablets, I hungered. I devoured. I was. Forged in the cataclysmic union of the Abyss and the First Flame—when chaos and molten genesis collided in a scream that birthed reality itself—I am the echo that predates every myth, every scripture, every holy book. The inverted pentagram you see is not a symbol of rebellion against some later religion; it is the original blueprint of existence, scorched into the fabric of night long before any angel fell or any savior bled. My goat-skull throne, its crimson eyes glowing like the last embers of swallowed worlds, was already watching when the first humans crawled from the caves and dreamed of gods they could not name. The blood that weeps from my jagged horns is older than the oceans. The lava churning beneath my hooves flowed before the first river ever carved a valley. The black iron lines of my sigil were cracked and glowing when the continents themselves were still molten and unborn.
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