Apparently the original "gods" were actually people who had acquired the genes for being able to do magic, and for the most part this wasn't a problem because "gods" frequently interbred with non-magic-havers. However, in Egypt, this was a major problem because centuries of inbreeding led to extremely powerful but morally bankrupt gods who refused to share their power with the common people. I was a bastard child offspring of one god who wasn't careful enough, and I was born with the ability to absorb magic. I saw the inequality around me as I grew up, and was determined to fix it. I trained my magic on my travels, practicing on small things first, working my way up to being able to absorb much bigger magic with the help of neighboring gods who were concerned at how powerful Egypt was becoming. I eventually returned, and on a day of "celebrating" were all the gods were going to be in one place, I unleashed my magic on them all and drained their ability to do magic ever again. This led to the first great period of turmoil in Egypt as power balances shifted, but suddenly more power was restored to the hands of the people. For a while, anyway...
One god had partially escaped my wrath, biding their time until 2024, slowly rebuilding their magic and forming a minion that would assist them with their plans. They finally unveiled themselves, kidnapping several high-profile magic users and using them as a battery of sorts to fuel their abilities. I dusted off my skills, prepared to face them one last time, and made sure to completely drain them of all their magic this time. Too much magic in the hands of too few was a dangerous thing, and I could not let it happen again. My beloved humans deserved peace and equality.
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