the blessed one

Some starlings had been born lucky from over the years, their creators loved them, because they shined bright; like a neon light.
On the presence of gods, power was shown, if anyone presenced the sheer feeling of power, fear, quivering movements, or anything else related to those things near a starling; then it meant that they were meant to be a god.
This said starling dreamed of ruling over all, he felt rejected when he was little, always roaming around endlessly, watching how other starlings could be loved without being too powerful or too weak. He wanted to be normal, just loved, he missed them.
Star eyes gazed down to society, feeling a certain pang in his chest, he looked down, star marks scattered on his shoulders, could this mean that power was arising? Nobody could know, and nobody could tell, he was alone.
But who needs company when you already have power by your side?

Days, months, who knows? Passed, awaiting to be called out, to be recognized. He started roaming around more often, eventually seeing people show fear on their faces, that's what he liked to see. Fear, perhaps something more beneath feelings, he clenched his teeth and kept walking.

More days and months, he saw progress, his hair, it was getting longer, like other gods who ruled over all, he started to look like them. He smiled softly yet sinisterly, although his eyes were starting to get blurry, maybe the amount of power was too overwhelming for him to process what reality even was?
Besides it, he wanted to keep going, to show the world what he truly was; some dumb blurry eyes wouldn't stop him, would it?
The star pin he had, it shone brighter, and it brought up a strong sensation on his body; greed.

And, the day eventually came.
Stumbling upon a god, eyes widened, just like he when he was a kid. But then he remembered, the fear; he frowned.

''You had showed everyone what you were made from.'' It begun. ''Unlike other starlings, you dared to show face, demand obedience and submission.''
''The power shall be granted to you, dear child.''

A surge, his star pin shattered and a big screech of pain came upon him, he fell down the floor.
Everything was blurry, was it perhaps... He didn't feel like himself anymore, his brain revolved into a mess; what used to be thoughts of wanting to be powerful quickly turned into thoughts of tyranny, the need of power and overpowering. For a second; he thought he could just take control over the god that stood infront of him, but he knew he was inferior.
''Demigod.'' The god interrupted, ''You've been blessed, and now, you shall begin with your dream life.''
The shattered star pin soon formed into what seemed to be a visor, glued together with an unknown type of magic, he was forced to grab the visor and put it on; it fit perfectly. Just like if it was meant to be his own signature.
His blurry vision disappeared, and all he saw was god itself, space, the galaxy, the void, everything. An omnipresent sight, he could see almost everything now, all his senses were modified, and it was amazing.

The first thing he heard was a scream, then the voice of a god.
''That starling... She'll pay.''

''I'll help.''


Starstruck was no match for tasks, and he'd do anything just to get seen right,
to have the life he wished, and to stargaze, forever.