Before the stars were born… before time learned to tick… there was only One.
The Absolute God — infinite, omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent — the source of all that is, was, and ever will be.
He existed as a perfect circle of boundless, eternal energy.
From His essence, existence itself began.
And with that existence came the first sacred laws — immutable, unbreakable.
One of them: the Law of Balance.
For every force He created, a counterforce would rise.
Light could not shine without shadow.
Time could not move without silence.
This was not a flaw… but a rule, etched into reality by the Absolute Himself.
When He created Time, the flow of existence began.
The God of Time was born — elegant and radiant, tasked with weaving the rhythm of eternity.
Then came Light, the second divine.
The God of Light, protector of harmony, born to illuminate all things.
But beneath that brilliance… something stirred.
A shadow, unseen.
Born not by intention — but by design.
The Dark God.
He emerged from Balance — a subconscious response to creation.
A being of corruption, born from necessity, not will.
While the Absolute continued to create — birthing the God of Space, and the Gods of Living and Nonliving Things, rulers of elements, matter, life, and death — the Dark God moved in secret.
He whispered to Time.
And Time listened.
Corrupted from within, the God of Time lost control.
His divine essence twisted by darkness.
Time no longer flowed with grace…
But bent to the Dark God's will.
The God of Light intervened.
His brilliance clashing with the abyss.
A war beyond the stars ignited — Light versus Dark.
Order versus Chaos.
But the Dark God held the advantage.
For Time was his puppet.
Desperate, the God of Light struck a final blow — severing the corruption.
It took ten seconds to slash the Time God and sever the cursed body part.
The cursed essence was cut away — and with that, the God of Time fractured.
His wounded male aspect still carried the shadow's scars.
And his untouched, pure Time Maiden shone like celestial dawn.
Freed from possession, the broken God of Time fell silent.
And the Dark God, wounded, fled into the void — waiting.
From that day on, all gods reflected duality — male and female, yin and yang —
A divine echo of that first shattering.
The cursed fragment, tainted by darkness, was sealed.
Locked away inside a sacred artifact.
Hidden far from the divine realms.
Cast into the Mortal Realm.
Where no god would intervene.
Where fate could bloom… or burn.
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Now...
In a quiet corner of that Mortal Realm,
a boy walks alone.
Haruto.
His name means sunlight,
but all he knows is darkness.
At school, he is invisible — until they decide he isn't.
Bruised ribs. Torn books. Whispers that never stop.
They mock his voice. His drawings. His silence.
In middle school, they shoved his head into toilets and laughed when he cried.
Now, in high school, they just shove him harder.
Every day is a battle.
Not to win — just to survive.
His only light... is her.
Airi.
The quiet girl who draws him when no one else sees him.
Who stands up, even when her voice shakes.
But even she can't stop the pain.
And Haruto... is tired.
Tired of hiding.
Tired of hurting.
Tired of feeling like he was never meant to exist.
But fate has not forgotten him.
Something ancient slumbers beneath his pain.
And soon — the past, the gods, the broken cycle — will rise again.
And the boy who was nothing...
Will be asked to carry everything.
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To be continued...