Agony was all he felt, pain never-ending.  He thought he had already overcome all pain, but this pain felt different.  It struck at his very soul, his Reason, and his Purpose.  For the first time in millennia, Orion wept.  The universe wept with him.  Nearby planets groaned under the strength of his agony and a few of the smaller masses collapsed entirely, returning to nothing.  In a desperate attempt to stop the overwhelming pain, he felt around his desperate soul for the last empty constructs he had in his possession and started melding them together.  As light brighter than most stars shone out from his creation, he felt the burning hate of the constructs wailing at him.  All of the emotions that took a toll on his everlasting soul over the years vanished into an empty vessel.  He felt the agony fading, everything returning to a numb blackness once more.  Orion reached out his withered hand and touched the construct, still in the process of combination.  Its many combined planes of emotion gave off an unreal vision, as if it fought the universe itself to keep existing.  As he felt its sharp edges, a stabbing pain ran through him.  He shivered at the existence before him.  He felt Despair, Grief, Pain, Sadness, Loss, Hunger, and Desperation all running through the very existence of this new construct.  Orion felt regretful that he had to resort to this.  That he had to force pain that could shake a primordial god onto a new existence.  A mortal. Orion spoke.

      "Mortal.  I regret that I had to create you.  My first life ever created, and nothing will ever hurt you greater than I.  I know that it will not repay your suffering, but I want to at least give you a miniscule chance to shine."

With a heavy sigh, he looked at the almost finished weaving before him.  He pulled on an old construct, one that shined far more brightly than the others, even though it seemed it would break into pieces at the slightest touch.  It was a simple construct.  It was shaped like a shard of glass, as big as a finger.  As he thought about what he could do for his new creation, a soft golden pulse of light rang out of the small construct in his hand, letting out a calming sound.  This construct was the only thing that had kept him from going insane during his time at this prison.  All of his hope over the countless years had been imbued into this construct.

I know that this has the best chance of stabilizing, but its just not strong enough.

      The Lost God's eyes widened, and he felt a touch of glee run through his soul as an idea shot though his head.  Unconsciously, his hand started to shake in excitement and his oldest construct fell out of his hand.  The shard of Hope rang like a bell as it hit the floor, creating a small crack in the dark stone. A deep chuckle started shaking the walls of his prison.  Soon, it grew to a full belly laugh.  His laughter blasted out, shaking the walls and setting alarms ablaze.  He had already committed a grave sin, so why not put his all into it?

Pulling on his soul, His very existence, the alarms rang louder, summoning bugs strong enough to destroy entire solar systems with a wave of their hand.  He paid them no attention.  They had trapped him here, so they could watch as he made the weapon that would tear them down.

Still laughing, a joyful, full, great sound that shook the fabric of reality, he pulled out a piece of His Will.  He felt the loss, the void of losing a part of his existence, and he reveled in it.

A voice he had almost forgotten, once carried to his ears in deceptive whispers, now grew to alarming volume outside his cage.

"You old Fool! You have no idea what your doing!  You could kill us all!"

A new voice, one he had never heard before, spoke in a seemingly calm voice, contrary to the panic in its spirit.

"Your Greatness, You are much to old to take a Chosen, let alone create a Soul Bond"

Orion ignored them all, throwing his head back and letting his laughter spread.  He throw out his arms, standing for the first time since he had been banished to this cell, and putting his whole will into weaving this new monstrosity of a vessel.  Multiple suns near the prison shook, and obeying the will of a supreme being, became fuel for his new pet project.  Nearby galaxies went dark, as he weaved all its light into his new creation, weaving his will into this being, the Shard of Hope he pulled out earlier shone brighter and brighter, indicating a bright future for his vessel.

Finally, He grew quiet, his audience of traitors growing quiet as well.  He reached out his hand to the Shard of Hope, shining bright enough to make even the gods squint their eyes to look in its direction, and it floated in front of his first creation.  He steeled the piece of his Will, and merged the two.  The Shard of Hope, no bigger than his little finger, grew to match its creator in size, its will multiplying, and its Purpose growing heavy.  With a deceptively slow motion, he thrust the shard into the almost completed lifeform.  The form shook, destabilizing, then becoming perfectly still.  Its featureless form "looked" at its creator, bowing low, and vanished, pulled by the universe to start its new life.

Orion let out a bated breath, and a shocked look overcame his face.

"It was able to move without a body?  Just through its will, it manipulated its form to that degree? The pain that not even I could overcome, the Grief and Agony of countless years?  Maybe I have made a mistake."

Even as he said it, he knew he wouldn't regret it.  In fact, his smile started pulling at his face once more.  Maybe it was time that he broke out of this prison.  He couldn't greet his creation like this.

With all of his visitors outside of the cell staring at where his creation had vanished, they all shook.  That monster was now set free on the universe.  Then the worst case scenario came into reality.

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The withered skeleton that had resided in the cage for as long as any of them had been alive turned to them, his form regenerating, new flesh appearing over the withered black bones, new eyes and teeth materializing out of a shining material that shone like stars, and a smile that was shockingly cold stood out on his now handsome face.  

As he gathered a shocking amount of power in his hand, the gods shook, knowing that they could die if they made the wrong move here.

A younger god, one that had yet to dominate a constellation and establish his name tried to run.  With a jump that shook the entirety of Hollow, He vanished from the scene at a speed that no mortal eyes could follow.

The gods flinched as they noticed the figure in the cage was gone.

A titanic boom rang out over the planet of Hollow, and in the next instant, the primordial was back, with the young god's head in his grasp.

A deceptively small movement led to his quick demise.  The young god's body fell still, and his purpose leaked out into the universe.  This was True Death. A rising star, slain, without even a hint of difficulty.

Orion cracked his neck, a manic light spreading his eyes as he started to stretch, watching the shaking cowards outside his cell.  He looked down at the gaseous purpose that leaked out of the youngling that had tried to run from him.

A wolfish smile overcame his face, and for the first time in a millennium, he Feasted.

It was time for the primordial to add a new chapter to his Book of Remembrance.

-End recollection-