Fifty thousand years ago, he was not a man.
He did not have a name. He existed in a great, silent place without sky or ground. He was an entity made of will. His only purpose was to watch the new universes ignite.
He had one rule: Do not interfere. Do not touch. Do not feel.
He broke that rule.
He watched a new world form. A small, blue planet. He saw the first human souls flicker into life. They were bright and pure. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
He focused on one. A girl planting a seed by a river. He felt a pull. It was a feeling he did not understand. It was love.
This was his sin.
The silent place tore open. A cold, immense power judged him. It found him guilty.
He was cast out. The power ripped his formless shape apart and forced him into a prison of flesh and bone. He fell through fire and ice, landing hard on the new world.
He felt pain for the first time. He felt cold.
And he felt a new, terrible emptiness inside his chest. It was a hole that cried out. It was a hunger.
A voice echoed in his mind. You loved what you should only watch. Now, you will walk their world forever. You will crave what they have. You will feed on their life, yet you will never be full.
He was given a curse. They called it Lust. It was not a desire for bodies. It was a desperate hunger for the pure energy of their souls.
He stood up on unsteady human legs. He looked at his new hands.
He was alone. He was empty. And he was starving.