Clint02:
Thor is a god of thunder.

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sheikshegetto:
PROLOUGE
Dec.1910

Another bout of pain wreaked through my body, waking me from the sub consciousness to which I had fled, how have I fallen so low, I bitterly asked myself as I glared at the group of men in long white coats studying me from the other side of the steel cage I was trapped in, holding clip pads and staring unconcerned at my plight.

Why wouldn't they be? for they fashioned the cage in whence I was trapped, Alas, nothing had contained me until this day, they made the tools that gave me pain, Alas, pain was a thing long forgotten before my capture, never have I hated men like the likes before me, but none compared to the hate reserved for their leader, the man they called doctor Mugabe, every time they come for their sacrilegious experiments on my body, he never forgets to remind me how well my blood samples and cells had made the world a better place and how much more scientific breakthroughs to be made.

They mistook my silence for submission, my tortured cries of anguish for hopelessness, I do not think they know who I am, to them I was just an undying freak of nature, oh they shall soon know, for my patience for retribution is infinite for I am no mean man.

I am Shango, the West African deity of thunder, lightning and fire, Orisha Jakuta the master of hails and storms, Oba Koso the lord of retribution.

How a god came to fall into lowly hands such as these, a lab rat for a group working for an organization unknown, I know not for I awakened in pain from which I do not have when the Obatala the Arch divinity cursed me to eternal slumber, how long I have been held captive, since my awakening I know not for the first groups of hated men in white has been snatched from the promise of my vengeance by the mortality of humans,’’ death the last enemy. It matters not for their descendants continued their sacrilegious work on my divine body, one day I shall be free and the men in white shall answer for their abominable crimes and I shall find out how I, Shango Olu Koso the son of Oranmiyan, the great grandson of Oduduwa came to be under their power, they think their prison would hold me forever but surely they forget one simple thing, they are humans and one day they will make mistakes, succumb to the errors of man for I am patient, I am immortal, I am Shango the god of thunder.

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