Darkness.

Darkness.

A vast and endless darkness.

Eternity in a void of nothingness can numb even the minds of the omnipotent. But the work was done. After eons and eons, unfathomable eons of time, Vogvir remade time and space itself with the powers of his former siblings. He gazed upon the beauty of his own creation and sighed, sitting back upon a throne of stardust and energy as he began his attempts at reshaping the realms in which the timelines he would keep would take place. He thought and he thought and then he thought some more before he finally drew his brush and sketched the foundations of the realms into existence. However, being the God of All Time, Vogvir's memory was a little more than foggy having to keep a record of every event that has ever happened under his watch, so he could not for the life of him remember the name of the previous realms. No matter how much he beat his head against the metaphorical wall, he could not remember the names. It had been far too long since he had to remember words or even utter them into being. He simply gave up and decided that there would be four realms.

The realm for those who are living.

The realm where those who were lawfully good went after they died.

The realm where those who were lawfully evil went after their end.

And a fourth realm, for those seeking reform. Though, Vogvir had not decided exactly how this reformation would happen yet.

It took him millions of years to structure these four realms into existence, but once he had, Vogvir rested easy. As time began to flow once more and events began to take place and diverge into branching timelines, his true duty began. He quickly realized that being a God in charge of everything was far too strenuous and labor intensive for one entity to handle, so he would soon need to seperate his powers and find suitable beings to become the new Gods of this era with him as their benevolent leader. Thus would begin an era of mostly everlasting peace and stability.

Light. A burning, encompassing light filled a certain void of darkness that was never meant to be found by any being. The light stretched and reshaped the void, a hundred times, then a thousand, then ten thousand times over. After a million undulations, one speck, tinier than a grain of sand, was formed. From that speck formed another, and from those two formed two more. Four became sixteen, from sixteen it grew to two hundred and fifty six little specks and before long, there were trillions of them. They took the form of a ball of white, brilliant light and once it had taken form, it began to form thoughts.

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"What is this?" It wondered in its currently non-existent brain, unable to see, unable to touch, only able to feel the soft vibrations from within the enlightened void, "Where am I? What happened? Is this... real? I can't see... I can't feel.. No, wait... I can... This feeling is... Warmth. It's so... comforting."

All at once, the void became violent, squeezing and constraining around the thinking sphere of light. It seemed to want to expulse it from its safe haven, but the sphere refused. It wanted to remain here, in a perpetual state of unexisting, where it never had to worry about being and what it needed to be. But alas, the void succeeded and in an instant, it rid itself of the little tumor it had created against the wishes of the creator of the universe. It shot across millions of miles of infinite black skies until those same skies became littered with other little balls of light. These were stars, this was space, this... was real. Before long, it would crash land on a blue ball, stricken with green, gray and white, on a planet which the little sphere knew not the name. Like a comet, racing against the skyline, eventually it crashed against the earth and left a colossal, burning hole where it had landed.

The little sphere began to change and take form. The form it took was of a man, curled up in fetal position as he was first exposed to the cool air of the night sky for the first time, or at least, the first time in this new body. He shivered and he held his body close in an effort to regain that same warmth, that same comfort he had when he was but a sphere, but alas, he would never again feel such warmth or comfort ever again in his lifetime. He opened his eyes, only to be blinded by dark colors and lights which were all new to his sensitive new organs. When his vision finally focused and his ears stopped ringing, he finally saw the sky, splattered with thousands of bright stars across its wide canvas and one wide full moon at the center of it all. He sat upright and reached for the moon, but he of course could not reach it. He let out one soft chuckle, not at his inability to reach the moon, no, it was at the fact he had the ability to attempt such an act in the first place. He had a hand, no, he had two. He had a body, he had legs, he had lungs that could breathe and a heart that could beat and bones that twisted and grinded inside his fleshy being. The fact he had his own free will again was more than great, it was a heavenly and it was a miracle. He ran his hands through his hair and he felt each strand and when he ran his hands against his skin, he could almost feel every bump, every fold and every pore. Through his nostrils entered the smell of scorched earth and through his buttocks was the warm sensation of that same earth rapidly cooling down. He laughed and finally opened his mouth to speak his first words.

"I know not what miracle of heaven or hell has granted me this opportunity, this ability to stand amongst the living once more, but I, Keres Stormveil, have returned to manifest my dream, my destiny. I will rise once more, I will ascend to the very top once again, and I will be The One True God."