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Chapter 1 part 1 – The Story of Creation

Long ago, before the dawn of intelligent life, before the wills of petty and miserable gods, before the stars and their giving light, before creation itself, there was Oblivion. A solitary and lonely being, content to float in the eternal black abyss without the chaos of emotion or thought, for in the unending abyss there was nothing, and thus nothing to feel for, nothing to think about. This is how it was for eternity, this is how it should have been for eternity ever more, but even in the dark of the abyss chaos stirred and a light began to form. At first it was just a spark but soon turned into a blazing light as the whole of the abyss began to shine, exposed its nothingness to the light of the all illuminating entity. This beckon of mystery was not unnoticed in the void as Oblivion was near, it making her eyes squint to its bright glory, it made her wonder, it made her think. Awash with new, her first emotions, she id feel fear, she felt joy, she felt curious. Moving towards it, she floated threw the black abyss to inspect this intruder and felt upon her skin the warm glow of it and did bask in its warmth. But the closer she got towards the light the warmer she became, became hot in its glow, a discomforting feeling but a tolerable one. “Maybe it is afraid”, she had thought, to give off such a discomforting sensation. So reaching out to comfort the thing her eyes did see, her hand, she had a hand to see, she could see. A novel thing yes, but ever so important as she ignored the light once more to see upon herself, and know herself. Her hands, her feet, her body, she inspected it all to know it all and found it interesting, she had never before seen herself to known herself to be anything but a consciousness in the sea of the void. Becoming more aware her mind was a flood with new thoughts, questions, more so of the light then herself as her curiosity again peaked. Reaching out once more to comfort the light she meant to caress it with her hand but instead was burned by it, made her skin hurt and renew her fear as she did run from the light. Retreated back to a safe and warm distance as she did cradle her hand, screaming and crying in her agony, a pitiful thing, she knew now of pain. A pain that despite her attention would not cease, would not go away, it filled her with such emotions of fear, such sadness, but more so such great and fearsome anger. She was kind yet this light did harm her, she was innocent yet this flame was so violent, she hated the light and wished it gone. Charging the entity she meant to scare it with her roars, claw at its form and send it away, but for each attack did it burn her skin and make her scream, make her all the more angry. And as her pain grew, so did she become more violent and lashed out with all her might, but to no avail. It was when her arms did become tired and her pain became too great that she did make one final attempt to destroy it and swallowed the light whole. As final attempt to vanquish the miserable light forever, as it did seem to work, the light had gone. But in her innocent stupidity the light took place inside of her belly, shined through, and forged new, more devastating pain. Deep inside her the light did burn like nothing she had felt before, it was pure and unending agony as she did cry out and scream to make it stop. Roaring and vomiting from the agony, the light did spew out from her, it flew across the void before shattering and becoming dim. Creating in its place a vast galaxy of stars, planets, moons, life, Oblivion had unwittingly, unknowingly, devoured the very flame of creation itself.

With this her agony was not over, as she did still hold the flame within her, and roared out in pain, spewing out more and more light, more and more flame. Creating in her wake the very universe itself, thousands upon thousands of galaxies before the flame within her belly did finally settle and grow calm, the pain inside replaced with a feeling of dull fullness as she did burp and groan from the ordeal. The pain upon her skin having vanished as the flame inside her belly did become tame, no longer the bringer of agony and hate she had once feared, she felt victorious and proud. This feeling of pride however was soon forgotten as she did see new lights, so much smaller then the one she had consumed, she did not fear such small lights, she felt powerful. But more then this Oblivion was again curious, “What had the flame created?” she thought, as she moved forward towards one of these lights and peered upon it. Seeing in the small form of these galaxies the many stars, their worlds, and the life they held, ever growing and evolving, she felt overjoyed from it as she watched it so. Watched as little bugs became large beings, those beings created societies, and begrudgingly the gods. Petty and weak things that coveted the souls of those who worshiped them above all else, much to the annoyance of Oblivion herself as these gods did spirit away the lives of these many beings for power and pride, their prayers and worship making them strong. But Oblivion would not let the whims of miserable gods sour her joy at this entertainment, ignoring them as she watched only the life she had created grow and change before her eyes. And as these many beings grew and learnt, so did she, Oblivion absorbing the knowledge and ways of a million worlds as she peered on in only growing amusement and amaze.

In their mutual ignorance of one another, Oblivion did ignore the gods, as they did ignore her, both willing to stay out the others way as long as Oblivion could watch, as the gods could steal and covet the many souls. This is how it was for millions of years, how it was to be for billions more, if not for love, Oblivion feeling inside her the stirring of a new emotion she could not account for. Knowing of it only, having never experienced it first hand, as smart as she was she was still very unaware of herself. But what was the source off this love? A tiny and insignificant thing, an unimpressive soul that lived like any other yet held Oblivions attention to no end. She had now felt love, and did covet this being more then any other, feeling now the same covetous joy the gods did feel. She longed to hold it, to embrace it and give it all the joy and love she could, but restrained herself to only watch it grow and live, not wishing to disturb its development, like a ripening fruit upon a tree. But then did said fruit become full and ripe, and pass its time, coming to the end of its life as it did live and was now about to die. Oblivions eyes widened as the god of its world did beckon said soul to it, it would like so many others steal the soul away from the eyes of Oblivion, never to be seen again. Realizing this she did growl, did roar as she reached out her hand and stole away tiny soul from the god and brought it to her side, not willing to part from her love and joy.

This action however was not ignored, the god had become furious, had sounded its call to war against the mighty Oblivion for such a tiny soul, as in its pride it was a foolish and petty thing. Attacking Oblivion in its anger the god was in comparison a speck of a thing, even with its many souls to call its army. So bellowing out with a single roar Oblivion did scatter the god and its many souls into the endless cosmos like dust in a gust of wind. And this should have been the end of it but for the fears and insecurities of the gods, seeing now the power and might of the once docile Oblivion they now wished only for its destruction. Banning together under a pact of war the gods did rally and attack, crashing into oblivion with all the force they could muster. Yet still in comparison to the flame of creation, their pain was nothing more then an annoyance as Oblivion roared out once again and scatter many of the gods and their warriors to the cosmos. But the forces of the gods were many, if not endless, as they attacked without end.