Abaeze was not born, not created. He always Was from the beginning, the very beginning when there was no life, no love, no ground to stand on; only creatures in the abyss: devoid of thought or reason. He is very young, but also very old: old and chaotic, lifeless and, at one point or another, mindless. He is what he is now because he was a scourge, and in order for life to thrive those ancient scourges were locked away.
Is he God? Absolutely not.
Is he a god? Far from it; he despises gods, turns them into pets or corpses. He was a great and terrible devourer of worlds worshipped by now dead worlds on the brink of anarchy and collapse. Where he was once of many, now there are very few like him wandering about. Even fewer still are his kin who can think, act on a whim instead of oure impulse, control their urges or choose not to.
So what happened? Why is he the way he is? Why is Abaeze himself, and not what he was before? Why is he a he? Why does he pretend to be human and interact with them?
Chance happened. Through an act of affection, curiosity and foolish bravery, he was liberated from his state of existence and given perspective. In his great slumber, he, alongside another of his kind, was plucked from the sky and given form, a now-dead name, and a mentor. They were blank slates and molded into a polite, yet disturbed souls; troubled with a perspective beyond any peers besides each other. They learned what it meant to think, but not feel. No, they didn’t learn to feel until they learned to lose, for they were told to feel and never shown the meaning. They were twin gifts given to a brilliant fool and a people who took more than they gave. Alas, they paid the price and the two simply moved on.
It was only later, during an encounter with humans that the two found new names, new forms and new perspectives. Abaeze, as he was then called, named by the other, fell in love with the concept of humanity: with these small, short-lived primates who very desperately needed companionship to stay whole. Iyawa, the name taken by the other, who would then name herself his sister, found herself taken by other things. She was the smart one, the ambitious one; he was the passionate one. Both were easily bored, both rivals in their goals and activities.
They learned what they could from humans and improvised the rest. Humanity was their chosen people and their world, rich yet backward, a place of sanctuary for the two. When their travels would inevitably take them to the skies to bring about the chaos and conquest demanded by their cosmic blood, the earth and its people would be spared, protected for its service and the hospitability of its natives, those few in African nations of Nigeria and Ethiopia.
Humanity is the form they found most suiting, and thus the one they find the most comfort in. Yet Abaeze and Iyawa are not the forms they keep. Human flesh is like any fine suit they can toss aside or modify on a whim.