They say history repeats itself. 

That no matter how you twist time, how you weave your own path, that it will catch up with you. That it will give you a do over whether you like it or not.

A violent path will result in a violent end. Wars and death, crimson-run rivers... a path more uncontrollable than the ocean itself, drowning its victims to let their corpses rest forever in its watery depths.

A path of evil could drive one insane, one bad decision will lead to another...then another...then another... until you come full circle.

A bloody start will lead to a bloody end.

So why not make the past something to look forward to? Something to look back on and consider a golden age. An age of victory.

My name is Aeor. God of light, god of justice, god of life. First of Fate, and king of the gods. Quite a heavy title to carry, eh?

And I plan to change the world.

For better... 

or for worse.