Use this song to read it please, though I may change it. Not sure how well it fits.
Mere mention of this name once brought the greatest of men to their knees, brought a great sense of pride to all who respected it. Now it is a name of dishonor, the name of a fabled monster created by my 'successor'.
I was once the proud emperor of the most prestigious realm in existence, Outworld. For centuries the rolling hills of majestic green and the mountains that bellowed with a millennium of power were held under my control. I was revered as a god and I held myself as such. My kingdom was the envy of rulers everywhere. But as is the case of all great rulers, I had my date with an assassin.
He was the one I so foolishly trusted the most. The one I brought up from the tattered cloth I found him in. It was in my false sense of security that I was betrayed. The moment the poison touched my lips, I cursed the name Jezelium Kahn, as he stared into my dying eyes.
He had been dwelling in that which I had forbid since my reign began. Black Magic. The Elder Gods show me Jezelium transform my beautiful people into wretched abominations, my lush forests into desecrated death traps, made the mention of my name punishable by death and my family into his personal slaves.
I watch helplessly as my queen cries out for me, as if expecting me to appear in a grand chariot to whisk her away from her abuser. I screamed loudly, feebly swung my arms at the intangible image of my empire crumbling. I pleaded with the Elders, offered them anything to save, aid or even kill my family to end their suffering. I was told that divine intervention was not the favorable choice of 'The Gods'.
Gods, who crowned these worthless beings with such a title? They are regarded so fondly when they are nothing more but spectators to the realms. Oglers who possess as much power as the wenches that fed me grapes. It was then I knew that matters must be put into the hands of a true ruler. I gained mastery of the very arts that sought the destruction of my empire. Tapped into a potential I never knew I had. Those fools, so obsessed with mortal affairs that they were completely oblivious to their own downfall.
I approached the divine imposters and, to their surprise, challenged each one to mortal combat. I was wrong in my assumption that these gods possessed that same amount of power as my servants. My wenches would have posed a more worthy challenge. Struck each one down from their altars and shattered their frail bodies. I absorbed their souls and felt a power that no mere man should ever hold. However I was no longer a man, I was a god. The god.
My first task as Elder was to aid the fight against this tyrant, this treacherous swine. I create a portal and prepare myself for one final battle with the man who took everything from me. I step towards my creation and am knocked away from it. No, not knocked away, pulled from. Something keeps me here, locks me away as if to punish me for wanting justice.
My quest for revenge has lead me to a most unfortunate end. I know not what binds me, but I am as powerless as the ones I have slain. I had so much power, with no way to use it. So from my celestial prison I watch my family suffer, even after all these years I watch them suffer. I watch everything. I hear everything, these prayers, unending pleads of greed. Begging for the pettiest things while I watch others starve in the wastelands I once called home. These mortals, they make me sick. Outworlders, now mutated cannibals and monstrous creatures litter my land under the rule of Shao Kahn. Netherrealm filled with the most bitter scum I have ever laid eyes upon. Chaosrealm, a world I spend the least amount of time watching. Seido, the home to the most undeserving arrogant lowlifes. Earthrealm is no better. Filled with its worship of false gods and sense that it is better than all others, I despise this one the greatest.
I grow tired of these mortals and their never ending aspirations of power, my power. I have seen into the future and am not surprised to see that their greed is going to be the destruction of everything. Though it is too late to save what I once loved, I can still prevent myself from losing anything else. I am going to become one with all. Every conscious thought that was ever had, every experience that was ever yearned for I will possess.
The wheels of this most glorious plan are already in turn. You have come so far, come further Shujinko, place the final Kamidogou on the altar and bring an end to this charade. Bring an end to my suffering, and rest my child.
Not really a rebuilding, but just Onaga's perspective on the events of Deception.
Its really short
Tell me whatchya honestly think