Creation & Deception
Before history. Before time. Before even the idea of existence.
There was only the First Will.
No shape. No thought. Just endless power, waiting.
From its spark, the gods were born.
It did not speak creation. It dreamed it.
From that dream came motion. From motion, the first pulse of awareness.
In a single heartbeat, fragments of the Will broke free. Each fragment took shape, forming consciousness. Each became a god.
They were not all-knowing. They were absolute. Each ruled over a part of reality.
Some gods embodied order. Others chaos. Some sought to build. Others to destroy.
The strongest rose first. Drawn to the void stretching forever.
Chronalis. God of Space and Time.
Where others hesitated, he acted.
With a thought, he stretched space, folded time, and lit the first stars. Galaxies burned into being. Nebulae bloomed like fire. Silence became motion.
Balance emerged. Realms layered upon realms. Some bound by time, others untouched by it.
Elysium came first. Calm. Still. Time itself halted there. Air thickened with Holy Veyra—the power that would give rise to angels. Light without end.
Then came the Null Zone. Vast. Empty. Shaped by Vorrak, God of Darkness. Shadows flowed endlessly. Demons thrived here, wrapped in eternal night.
Aionyx, God of Elements, molded the mortal realm. Fire, water, wind, stone—all living nature flowed from him.
And then something unexpected appeared: Vampires. Immortals born by chance. Neither angel nor demon, yet existing in the web of creation itself.
Chronalis and Aionyx appointed a leader for the angels: Lahabriel. Noble. Brilliant. Restless.
For a thousand eternal years, he ruled Elysium's legions. Peace reigned. Stillness prevailed. And yet… boredom grew.
Peace became hunger. Hunger became something darker.
He stood at the edge of Elysium, where light faded into the void. His reflection shimmered in the holy mist.
"Paradise never moves. Maybe I must."
He looked to Earth, a world of freedom, of movement. Envy flared. Desire awakened.
"If the world won't move, I'll move it myself."
He paused, recalling an old thought, almost like a whisper from the void: "He who is not content with what he has would not be content with what he would gain."
It echoed softly, lingering longer than it should, slipping away before he could grasp it.
He frowned, but only for a moment.
Desire is louder than wisdom.
At first, he desired only to rule Earth.
But desire grew. He wanted all realms. Every spark of Veyra. Every living thing under his command.
Strength alone would not suffice. Demons and vampires resisted his light.
So he lied.
"My lord," he said to Aionyx, calm, wings folded, humility feigned. "Shadows stir. Demons and vampires whisper rebellion. Earth will fall if we do nothing."
Aionyx hesitated. Fear flickered in his eyes.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes," Lahabriel replied. "Grant us power, and I will defend your creation."
And so, the angels were given vast reserves of elemental Veyra. Lahabriel did not use it immediately. He stored it. Waited.
He planted doubts, twisted words, and prepared his army.
Then, when the moment was right…
He struck.
Heaven's power rained down on Earth.
Kaelvorn, King of Vampires, saw it and knew the truth. Rage burned quiet and sharp in his chest.
"Heaven wants war," he said. "Then we'll give them one."
Amura, King of Demons, stepped from the shadows. Grin sharp. Teeth sharper.
"Three million strong," he said, "and still growing. Let the angel come."
Below, the mortal world trembled. Chaos stirred.
Above, Lahabriel stood on the edge of his citadel, staring down at Earth. Stars gleamed cold and distant across his armor.
"They'll call me a monster," he whispered. "But the only monsters are the ones who never change anything."
To Be Continued....