This is a reply to Tsurara Uzumaki's challenge on Fully Combustive Material for the Fanfic Author.

I was said to have been born from the inhabitants of a large city. The people, were forced to give me life. He used the men, the women, and the children. All of them.

Obviously, he wanted their life for something...but who wouldn't? What did they need it for? Their 'purposes' weren't important at all. They lived, to put simply, to live.

But he found them useful. He used them as a source. A source used for my creation. He offered their bodies in order to create me. I was created, because I had a purpose. I was important.

With a flash of light...I was there.

"Hello, my son," He said as my senses began to kick in. I stood there, looking down on this man...He was perfect.

There was something about him, something that I wanted. Was it his voice? His scent? His physical features? Maybe it was his arrogance.

Well, whatever it was, I wanted it. I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to be like him.

But, sadly...I wasn't. I had just taken the time to notice those hands. Those giant, green hands. They were hideous...disgusting...an abomination...but they were mine. It wasn't much later that I noticed the voices. They were filled with despair, constantly yelling and crying.

"Save me," They would yell, "Save me!"

Then I would respond, "SHUT UP!" I continued to yell, and I attempted to mute these voices with my own. "SHUT UP!"

They would continue, "I don't want to die! Save me!"

I despised it. My body. My own body...it tormented me. I didn't want it. It wasn't fair. This man, and the child beside him were perfect. I wanted that. There was nothing disgusting about them. They had no extra appendages, nor heads appearing on their flesh.

"Save me!" The voices continued to yell.

I couldn't take it any more. I began to rip the source of the voices off of my body. I began to gnaw at them.

"Are you unhappy with yourself?" The man asked me, "Do you wish to be like us?"

"Yes!" I yelled as I stared at him. He was mocking me. I could tell. He wanted to laugh. To him I was a disturbing and miserable beast. He was perfect, and he knew it. I hated that. Did he create me just for his enjoyment? Was this my purpose?

"Then why not be like us?"

I hadn't thought of that. I wanted to be like them...but could I? Of course I could! Who could stop me? I began to feel something in me. It was warm. I began to change. My feet...my hands...my body. All of it began to change. In less than a second, I went from the image of a beast to the image of perfection. I was just like them. I was beautiful, powerful...perfect.

"I created you. You are my second son, and I am your father. I have given you life and the ability to become whatever you want. In exchange, you shall do my bidding...Envy."