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Congratulations, you have unlocked the hidden DLC story: The Origin of the Banana

Long ago, the heavenly world was in chaos. You see, there were numerous gods who controled aspects of the mortal realm. They each laid claim to their own respective plots and defended them fiercely with blood and tooth. It wasn't that much of an issue, as each god felt their own territory was sufficient. That is, until the invasion of the new god of Vegetation.

He, like the others, started off as a minor god, and he decided to claim a part of Earth that is not under anyone's control: Agriculture and Cultivated Plants. Nobody was opposed to this; after all, the humans on Earth just discovered the cultivation of plants, so it made sense that a god would assist them and show them what the Earth had to offer.

But He was not like the rest.

He, who's name is banished across all of heaven, who's sins have permiated throughout the entire galaxy, who's mere appearance became the downfall of many innocents.

Sure, he provided humans fruits, such as Apples, Pears, and Oranges. He even gifted them so much luck and so much skill that the humans understood that they could live based off of their Apple plantations, their Pear plantations, their Orange plantations. Slowly but surely, humans started approaching a more vegetarian diet, thinking that they are now ready to discover and achieve much more.

At first, He was seen as a cornerstone in human progression, similar to the likes of the Original Gods. He received praise and glory rarely heard of and was positioned in the Hall of Eternal Fame. This success, however, would come at the sacrifice of another.

As stated before, gods can't intrude in other gods' claims, and they didn't need to. The only time this can happen is when a god dies or retires, in which his claims are either distributed or left untouched. This meant that, whatever He was doing, no one can see, and no one can care.

His foul mouth spoke the prettiest of lies, his decieving looks made people admire his valor, his immaculate wit outsmarted most everyone around him.

Emphasis, on most everyone. Most. Not all.

Within the same realm of gods were the minor gods, gods who specialized in an area and are training to be a major god. Of these are twins, PrimordialChaos and ExiledChaos, controlling Anarchy and Order  of humans, respectively. ExiledChaos in particular is astoundingly observant; one mere glance is all he needs to interpret one's intentions. Meanwhile, PrimordialChaos knew basically everyone in the heavenly realm, hosting the wildest parties and often driving Exiled insane.

But both had a power, one that is emphasized in their names, one that is cultivated by a brother and controlled by the other.

Chaos.

It was a "peaceful" day; nothing "felt" wrong, and He, yes, the foul He, was sitting on his throne looking down at the mortal peasants that had fell for his ploy. A slight chuckle formed in his throat, but before it could leave his body, PrimordialChaos arrived before him. Primordial casually invited the god to yet another party, but this time it was focused around his achievements as a god. Without hesitation, He agreed, and two traveled to Primordial's pre-planned location.

Exactly what Exiled needed.

With the slightest of hand and swiftest of movements, Exiled travelled seamlessly, shadow to shadow, around the mortal realm, observing the effects of His actions. Yes, minor gods are not allowed to be in the mortal realm of any kind, but this is the cunning twin of the Chaos duo; what would anyone expect?

Well, certainly not this.

In a dense jungle far from known civilization, Exiled discovered an odd fruit. This fruit has not appeared before the minor gods at all, let alone the mortals. It was bright yellow, although surrounding it was a sea of its brethren, some green, some red, even blue ones appeared as apparent outliers. Exiled was shoked; he had never expected such a fruit to be so beautiful, so plentiful, and so vibrant; yet, He has not introduced it to mankind yet.

After swiftly noting down its enhanced nutritional value, Exiled continued on his jouney, but this time, he was targeting specifically fruits with a similar composition to the previous fruit he discovered. This was, unexpectedly, an arduous task: no matter how many Apples, Pears, Oranges, Grapes, or Melons he found, it was difficult to find anything with any remote semblence to that fruit. By the time the party ended and He was on his way back to his throne, Exiled had memorized the genetics of three other fruits: a small, round blue fruit; a bright red fruit with white seeds; and another red fruit, this time smaller and having several bumps.

Exiled shared his findings to Primordial, who understood what they had to do.

Primordial's engineering skills came into handy by constructing a remote broadcasting screen with a remote camera that is seemingly invisible to the naked eye. On the very next day, Primordial used his expansive connection network to summon a giant crowd at the Heavenly Spot, the place told in legends as the start of Heaven itself.

Meanwhile, Exiled was holding the camera, and the crowd watched in suspense as he stood in front, alone, of He himself.

What would Primordial want the audience to draw from this?

Why is Exiled confronting Him?

How did these minor gods convince even the greatest of gods to watch this seemingly useless...broadcast?

Here is how it went down.

Exiled: <REDACTED>, how are you doing?

<REDACTED>: Oh, get out of my damn face. I know you are trying to win affection from your immensely popular brother. Listen, the party was good, yada yada yada, but you don't need to rub in my face that YOU were related to the party host. Hell, you weren't even there! Your brother was overwhelmed!

(The crowd murmured amongst themselves: preexisting hatred for Exiled grew even more. Primordial regretted risking his brother's reputation.)

Exiled: Ah, well, doing the normal, researching about you all thanks to my brother. Say, I heard you know the specific details of every single cultivated fruit and vegetable, is that right?

<REDACTED>: And what would YOU need this for, Mr. Chaos?

Exiled: Um, I have a friend who's a minor god that hopes to control herbal and medicinal plants. She wants to get some information on plants, so of course I can to you, savior of humans with thy plants.

(Primordial knew how much Exiled despised Him, even before this investigation, so this shows his devotion into tricking Him.)

<REDACTED>: Yeah, alright, what specifically? Come on, I don't have all day.

(The camera glows faintly blue on the edges. This is a sign that Exiled is, at least internally, outraged.)

Exiled: It's just these four plants. (He hands Him the genetic composition of the plants he discovered, but not before flashing them in front of the camera discreetly so the audience can see.) My friend found these four in some random book and wanted to know more about them.

Meanwhile, the audience: Is Exiled stupid? Of course <REDACTED> knows all the plants? Why? Hey Primordial, go tell your brother he's stupid!

<REDACTED>: Hmm, let's see. So this one right here is the...

(Silence)

Exiled: Is the...what?

<REDACTED>: Uh, ok, wait, let me look at this one.

(More silence)

Exiled: Come on, us minor gods got work to do.

<REDACTED>: Shut up, you pest! It's fine, these two are probably made up; this one, though...

(The silence is deafening)

Suddenly, vines erupted from around His throne. Huge, blood red vines, each with serated blades as thorns, raced at maximum speed towards Exiled. The crowd gasped: legend has it that such vines are the death of those who dared disrecpected Him. Exiled wasn't scared though: with his knowledge of Chaos itself and its control, he swiftly decapitated most thorns off the vines and landed on the ground within a second.

"HOW!??" He roared, standing up and basically doubling his size as he did so. "HOW did you find these? The plants were meant to be EXTERMINATED! REMOVED! Gone from the FACE OF EARTH! God, my plans!"

Exiled, with his usual nonchalant attitude, nodded, "Yeah, you wanted humans to be oblivious of the health benefits these plants were meant to provide, huh?"

The blood vines shot at him again; the blood vines were incapacitated again.

He screamed, "No! You must not release these! How did you even get into my territory in the first place!? These plants are MINE! I should know them the best; I should have all the information; I should be in control, not some random BRAT who just controls, I don't know, chaos? What is that even supposed to mean?"

"First of all," Exiled spoke, "you should not be hiding such nutritious fruits from humans in the first place. Secondly, I control Chaos, so I know everything that induces Chaos, including you. In that same vein," Exiled sensed an evil presence behind him, so he sped up his speaking, "I can also control Chaos, which means I can do this."

And with a snap of his finger, He was brought to justice.

One second he was mere centimeters away from a dead minor god and unveiled secrets, and the next his powers were shredded from him as he faced the Original Gods and their equivalents.

The blood thorns that were supposed to strike Exiled never reached their target.

With a demanding voice and a definitive authority, The First God spoke. "<REDACTED>, you should have known better than to attempt such a detrimental act against the race of mankind. All thanks to the Chaos brothers, you have finally revealed your bastardly secrets."

He turned around and nodded at the brothers in respect, then fixed his deathly gaze on Him.

However, He was still not phased. "Yeah, what do you think you are going to do? Execute me? Exile me? Hey, if you do that, bring that pest ExiledChaos along with me; it fits the name."

The Original God smiled.

"Much, much worse."

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Fast forward to <BIRTHDAY REDACTED>.

The plants have been reintroduced to humanity after being locked up in remote, unreachable locations. Humans were, as always, excited at the prospect of new plants. It turns out that He actually hid a whole category of plants from the humans due to His hatred towards them, which humans have later named Berries. The small, blue berry is called the Blueberry, the bumpy, red berry is called the Raspberry, and the red berry with white seeds is called the Strawberry, for whatever reason.

One exception to the -berry namiing scheme, however, is the first plant that Exiled ever found. The vibrant colors, the nutritional value later discovered to be Potassium, humans have named the Banana. Since then, even though the beautiful blue bananas have diminished in population, the other variants have flourished all over the world and is now parallel to the likes of Apples and Oranges, although it never got received His favoritism.

As for ExiledChaos and PrimordialChaos, they are now major gods thanks to the unveiling of His secrets as well as numerous other great deeds that solidified their reputation. They now watch over the rest of us, balancing the existence of Chaos in our modern society.

One day, as Exiled was looking at the former, remote mountain that was His throne's location, he had an idea to memorialize his and Primordial's accomplishments.

Major gods have the ability to bless mortals with a certain affinity to an object. Since Exiled and Primordial specialize with Chaos, there wasn't really a specific object that they wanted a mortal to be blessed with. However, Exiled decided to use one of his few opportunities to give a blessing on this very day.

On that afternoon in Hong Kong, a boy was birthed from a Chinese couple.

This is the entire origin story of the Banana, the mortal blessed by ExiledChaos with the very fruit that he discovered.

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"God, I regret this SO MUCH! How many more times do I have to do this?"

With his secrets brought to light, He was condemned to the greatest of punishments: the crafting, polishing and testing of heavyweight anchors. These anchors are used throughout the underworld to transport souls to and from locations.

The ghostly steering wheel anchor turned its body slightly.

"You should have never done the things you did. Humanity will never forget this."

"Curse you, you stupid floating steering wheel! How did you even become the god of the underworld anyways?"

Without hesitation, the god hovered a ominous orb to His face.

"The Dhelmise Orb has always granted me power. Unlike you, I use my powers for good. I use the Orb to guide lost souls, to repair the broken, to resolve the evil. You, on the other hand, are nothing like me. Remember my name, you fallen god, for you will always be in the undead realm of Anchor9."