The omniverse at the beginning was not ruled by gods like Doom.
For a long time it was ruled by strange eldritch and amoral entities. These entities were powerful and transcendent. They were the rulers of everything.
Life, death, space, time, freedom, imagination, entropy.
Each of them controlled a concept far removed from the imagination of mortals.
In their service was a loyal angel of the stars who carried out their every whim even if those whims were cruel, malicious, chaotic or completely incomprehensible.
Damon told Lazarak this story. From the outside they looked unusual. A small toddler god sat listening stiffly to a story told by a shadow crouched beside him. The strange lake behind them rippled in the quiet as though leaning closer.
It was not a happy story. There was no happy ending to Luminous Astraeus. His defiance did not change anything. His wife was still lost. Maybe it was not the old gods that took her, but she was still taken nonetheless.
