A new character from  devilduk Anubite. an undying super hero.

Here is the story as told from Anubite's perspective about how he came to be

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Try to understand how the universe works, and you will find yourself knowing less.

Lawrence Hopsolite was my name. Back in the 1930's. In those times I was blind, selfish, and desperate.
My youth was not a pleasant one, and as I grew I foresaw the world's corruption after losing both my siblings to the war. In my blindness I sought to cleanse the stain known as humanity.

Within my studies and obsession I discovered a location set in Egypt. No current map marked it, and the locals feared to speak of it. The tomb of Ienpw, or “Anubis” as the Greek term popularized.
An entire tomb for a god?

Twas my good fortune, or later misfortune, that a crew would follow you as far as the coin goes, and with my intentions, money would no longer be an issue. My life earnings and savings on this excavation tour.

Twenty came with me, and fourteen left with me. The tomb itself held no corpses, but a fair share of defensive traps, and the treasure. A book allegedly written by the exact hand of Anubis.
The pages were made of gold, but pressed so thin it imitated paper exact. The language varied many forms. Hieroglyphics, Greek, French, German, English. Languages that never were around in the times and age that this was written from, but every bit as authentic to its ancient occurrence.

I took the book and translated it using five scholars who covered all languages known. Two years to finish it, and thus I had to be the only one who knew. I slayed all involved.

The book held a new location. An alter to summon the god Anubis himself. This was the same time the world fell into what is now known as “The Great Depression.”
A depression by multiple names, as I sank deeper in my hatred for mankind. I felt so filthy to be affiliated with this corrupted race, and needed the end to come sooner then later.

Another crew of idiots to the new location where I practiced the ritual for months. Finally a chance to end not only my misery, but the earth's as well. I was most assured that Anubis was a great conqueror.
I made it, as the traps were much more efficient. I lost my entire crew, but I made it to the alter. The ritual fulfilled as Anubis appeared before me. The black jackal, the guardian of the dead.

In my pride I demanded him to kill me and the world, but he was not impressed.
“Lawrence. You dare call upon the gods and make demands?” Said he.
I replied, “The ritual is fulfilled, I plea to you, end this world.”
“Have you no understanding? No light in that heart of yours?”

His eyes pierce through my soul. I could feel his presence travel through my past, my heart, and my desires.
He frowned, “Dear Hopsolite. Your life is an unfortunate one, that is true. But you blame the world for your problems. They need not to die because of your misfortune.”

I lower my head, “Then end me. I am too weak to survive this world, and can't go on. I wasted my existence seeking a false quest.”

Anubis shook his head, “You will receive no such release from me. You seek relief, and offer none. Sadness is you. Despair is you. Misfortune is you.”

“Then I will take my own life!”
I unholster my gun and place it to my temple, but the jackal only smiled.
BANG!
The bullet travels through my brain, and I lose vision, but not consciousness. My ears ring, and my head throbs violently. I scream in pain and shout in agony.

In moments my vision returns and I look at my hands. They hold a piece of my brain, and blood pours from my head, but I am awake, alive.

“You think I would let you into the underworld?”
“AGH! What is this?!” I feel my skull, but it seals up instantaneously.
“Hopsolite. You will never enter the realm of death.” Said he, “You shall forever live in what you deemed filth until you learn to serve man for the better for a complete century.”
The jackal grabs my crown, “And to further your punishment You shall become the beast inside your soul. A servant of mine and mine alone.”

In his grasp I struggle, but I feel my bones break. My shins snap backwards, as the pain throbs. My nose breaks off from my skull and shoves forward stretching the skin with it. My ears pull up tearing off and resealing several times until they lengthen to canine size. The bones in my finger tips stab out of my nails to form claws.
The god drops me, and I squirm as the suffering of my nerves flare upon every fiber of my being. The fire-like burning as my body grows fur.

When the transformation finishes, I am one of Anubis' servants. A jackal who walks upright. An Anubite.
My clothes now rags leaving me naked and inhuman. I struggle to stand on my new crooked legs. I cough out blood and manage a cry.

Cold, and now abandoned I sit in the dark altar for hours. When strength finally reaches me, I come to the book. The golden book. “I can fix this!” I thought to myself, but as I touch the book it takes shape. A tunic that bares the eye of Anubis, and the Ahnk of the Nile upon its back.
I tremble as I place it on. It filled my whole mind with its words. I could remember every page, every syllable, but none could revert me.

My next quest was to exit the temple. The traps then seemed to have altered, and I fell victim to almost all of them. My new legs were still unfamiliar, and left no aid, but burden. I was decapitated three times, impaled twice, and buried in sand for days. Almost two weeks it took me to finally see daylight again. I arise and cough out the sand from my lungs and evacuate the poison from my veins, but daylight again. Never in my miserable, mortal life was I so happy to see a new day.

Now?....Today the world is still a pile of corrupted filth. A scourge of existence that needs to be purged and destroyed, but I always go back to that final day and I remember that every night has a day.