So let me tell you about Hart
Hart is the god of shadows. Not just /a/ god of shadows, /the/ god of shadows. As in, the first one, ever, since before the creation of the universe as we know it. People are right when they say that before us there was darkness; Hart can tell you exactly how it was when darkness was all there was to life.
Before I can tell you about Hart, however, I have to tell you about my great, great, great, great, great grandfather, Tiberius Oswald Scott, the Third.
Scott was a noble of medium wealth and stance in Britain some..three hundred years ago, I think it was. Real handsome bloke, blue eyes, blond hair, tall, the works. Anyway, he managed to catch the eye of some foreign lord, who was actually Hart parading around as a nobleman, as bored gods like to do, and they got together and made the beast with two backs.
To make a long story short, Scott ditched Hart to marry some well-off bint that increased his title, and Hart refused to be anything but Scott’s main dig, so they split up.
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
Anyway, Hart went off, brokenhearted, while Scott had a crapton of babies. When Hart came back, Scott was dead, so the gods anger had nowhere to go, except for his children, and their children and basically everyone who was the tiniest bit related to Scott. So, in his slightly insane thirst for vengance, he started cursing everyone, killing them, and generally fucking up their lives.
I am the last surviving descendant of Tiberius Oswald Scott.
And Hart wants me dead; well, it seems like every other Tuesday he wants me dead. Most days, I think he just wants to fuck me.