Life was perfect among the land Lord Ducktilious had created. There was no need for his creatures to compete with each other over food, shelter, or territory, as he blessed the land to grow bountiful with everything to fulfill each organism's individual needs. This was until one species began to topple the rest.
Humans. They had quickly risen to the top of the food chain through tools and intelligence, and instead of eating the lush plants the land provided, they killed other creatures for food. One specific animal they slaughtered on the regular; ducks. Lord Ducktilious had nothing to differentiate himself from the others in his species, as he walked among the land merely as they did. This led to quite the conundrum.
Ducktilious may have been omniscient, but he was still a duck, instinct still drove him over logic. When walking along the side of a pond, he stumbled upon a wrinkled piece of bread. It looked at him with a scrunched up face. Ducktilious was hungry, and with instinct over logic, dove his beak into the piece of bread; sealing his doom.
He heard the air crack a whip and felt slashed to the ground. Ducktilious looked up and saw his body still standing without a neck connected to it. It flopped soullessly to the ground and above it stood a man holding the sword of a warrior. Ducktilious had been beheaded.
Losing consciousness, black faded in from all angles, trying to rip Ducktilious in. A fight between life and death ensued and Ducktilious lasted long enough to see the swordsman take his severed body for food. Ducktilious' head was then kicked by the man into the pond, death itself engulfing him.
Darkness. Blackness. Murkiness. There was no escaping the abyss the lord had been sucked into. Now a spirit, Ducktilious looked for a way out. Betrayed by his own creation, he had a vile vengeance brewing within him. A vile vengeance that could only be settled through fields of bloodshed. Fields of revenge. Fields of red oozing from the ground.
Growing in resentment, he only began to become stronger. His strength, now no longer contained, allowed him to rip through the darkness surrounding him. Layers of black flew behind him as he plunged through an empty abyss. Ripping back on one final layer, light beamed over his silhouette.
Ducktilious had made it back to the world he had created, however, he was invisible to all mortals. A spiritual being in the realm of reality granted him power he never believed he'd attain. Being able to possess beings, levitate objects, and mold reality to how he sees fit, he would have his revenge.