Once upon a time there was a being which existed. Although it existed it had neither a body, nor a soul, nor feelings. It had no power to influence anything around it, watching daily as people grew up and perished.

A vicious cycle which drew the being in. Every day the being felt power gather inside of itself while watching different interactions between different races of humans, beastman, demons, demihumans and monsters. It had bordering infinite knowledge about the world it watched.

Sometimes there would join people into his world, people who didn't belong into this world but still were there. He tried communicating many times while watching them grow up and perish at the end of their life, not much differentiated them from the normal people which lived in his world.

After a few thousands of years the being gained sentience, abrubtly and without warning it just was.

It was able to feel emotions for the first time, crying when the lifes on his planet perished, being joyful when new ones were born, laughing and fooling around with other beings, while still not able to communicate with them. Time and time again it tried to gather their attention without sucess.

Steadily gaining power it tried to use it for the people it grew to love. He helped growing crops with his power, while it regenerated faster than it was used. Drought was fixed with a kind rain which filled everything around it with life. Harsh and cold winters were made mild with him blowing warm winds into the lands.

Seemingly interested in the aspect people started believing in the being. The humans named the being 'Holy Protector'. He gained another title from the demons by the name of 'The Benelovent'. The beastman called him their 'Godfather' while the demihumans had each their own name for him.

Happy about the changes in the world and finally being able to help, the being approved of every single name it got called.

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The races worshipped their named god, but despised the other gods. Soon holy conquests and wars broke out while the being couldn't do anything against it. Seeing his friends slaughter each other the being fell into despair, not being able to understand the pain it felt, it went into seclusion, away from all living beings. Years passed, wars unfolded, the continent was shaped anew by one superpower after the other. Everyone forgot the benelovence of their once kind god and turned in to their greed for might and power and fought each other.

The being coming back from his enlightening experience saw the world being in chaos. Feeling rage for the first time the being used all his power and wiped out everything.

Crying for thousands of years the being gained all his powers back and even much more. His tears shaped the world anew, his howls of anguish created harsh winds and different kind of climates. The world feed on his despair and build up by it.

He felt he had complete control over 'nothing'. The 'nothing' he created was his.

He was able to shape it to his will and do everything he could think of, except new living sentient races. So the being lamented his rageinduced destruction and floated lifelessly around till it happened again.

Sentient creatures with most different kinds of forms were brought into his newly built world, one by one they were brought there with a nearly infinite life.

Feeling the need to correct his past mistakes the being took everything onto itself to make them able to feel at home in their new world, in his new world.

He was able to talk with the other sentient creatures, so even though they had no memories when they joined into his world, the help of the being made them once again prosper and live their new lifes.