In the depths of heaven, Asteraoth, Primordial Light, sat in darkness. He had sensed the tremors that erupted from all over Reality from the death of Chaos, Soul, Demon, and now Time.
His face was blank, and the thoughts that dwelled in his heart were unknown. In front of him, the first photon to ever leap from an electron waltzes around. Its presence was inconsequential in the larger scheme of things, but it did hold value and meaning to every life in this Reality, because it was a living testament to their history, and such things hold power.
Reaching across, Asteraoth snuffed it out, and then he smiled. From his beautiful face, a long black tongue snaked out to taste the last flavor of death left behind by the eradication of the first photon.
In the silence of this place, someone appeared. At the moment, he was not there. The next, he was. Elgorath, Primordial Memory, the First Cause, stood in the heart of heaven, wearing the body of the Adjudicator.
