Orcus
In life, there were many things to beggar comprehension in the minds of those who had the capacity to ponder. But there were few so ancient and universal that in every century in every people had an inescapable pull, that provided a mystery so vast and complex that they could possess lives from beginning to end, swallowing countless spirits in devoted inquiry even when there was no answer in sight, and no clue that could be yielded came any close to making sense of what surrounded them.
God was one of these, but seeing Orcus now, it was as if it amounted to nothing more than a bad joke.
He distanced his face from Aruna, straightening himself, but his shoulders shivered as from the cold. They trembled softly, his cheeks becoming swollen with restraint, and then rattled in tune with his laughter. Gentle and pitying, the sound suddenly peaked like a tsunami spilled from the depths, and the Primal supported his roaring chest with a spread hand.
"What is a God?" He asked. The laughter ceased at once, and he twirled once, showing her his back. In an instant, there was only the onyx curtain of his cloak, but the next, great fans of blades and iron hooks opened before the demon. Bellicose wings riddled with gaps, like a warlike mockery of the limbs of angels and demons alike. "I am what I am, but I was made as something else. The prelude to light and darkness."