I held the entire world in spite. I hated those who attacked me. I held that arch god and my own mother in the center of my spite. And monsters were the only ones who didn't try to kill me at first sight. The gods who decided to tilt hands of fate toward my death, so I have to make them pay. Everything was an enemy so I had to rid of it. Whether they had been innocent or guilty I despised them all.
I held one goal in mind. To end existence itself. Somehow, someway, existence would end, by my hand or not.
Time passed, seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to months, and months to years. The concept of time was lost to me as it flowed like a water, but during that time I never let go of what happened. To the point it festered into physical energy, but at an infinitesimally rate. But no matter how small, it would be eventually be completed.
After an unknown amount of time his energy finished culminating into an incorporeal soul, my will kept me alive so long, and I learned the only one I could depend on is myself. One thing that was unknowingly lost was my vestiges of humanity. I could no longer take the form of a human. And I had no connection to any other race, so I took a form with no shape, neither gas, solid, and liquid. Chaotic in nature, and something that shouldn't exist.
I had become a being of pure energy. One with no form. And the first of a new species: a crawling chaos.