In the beginning there was nothing, with the exception of a voice.

"Where is this?" A disembodied voice quietly called out to no one in particular. In an endless void, there was naught but this lone voice calling out.

"It is so dark..." The voice lamented. Shortly thereafter, a white ball appeared within the void, shining upon everything. The void became a place filled with boundless white in an instant, eliminating the blackness that permeated the area before.

"I have come at your request, My Lord." The white ball answered. "Need you anything else?" The light's voice was quiet and deep, melodious.

"No. Thank you," the disembodied voice replied. "Who are you? What are you?" The voice continued.

"... You created me, My Lord. I know not who or what I am." The shining white ball murmured after a short pause. "May you tell me who and what I am, My Lord?"

"You are light," the voice said, sounding almost happy. "I will call you Lucialux Omillios."

"Lucialux Omillios... thank you very much. To be called such by you is an honour, My Lord."

"Who am I?" The voice asked, confused.

"You are my master, my creator. Beyond that, I'm afraid I do not know," answered Lucialux.

"I am Electa. Electa Dimioraga," said the voice. "Why am I Electa?" The voice asked, as if suddenly confused by its own existence.

"You are Electa because you made it so, My Lord," Lucialux answered once more.

Time passed in silence, brief moments and eons fusing together in the blinding light cast by Lucialux. Finally, the silence was broken by Electa. "You are too bright, Lucialux," complained Electa's voice.

Suddenly, the void that was previously filled with blinding light was split in half by a pure blackness. "You called for me, Master?" A voice slowly chimed from within the darkness, every word drawn out a moment longer than needed.

"Who are you?" Asked Electa.

"I am not sure. I heard your voice and so I came," slowly replied the blackness that now covered half of the void.

"I see," Electa said before silence once again permeated the void. "I will call you Noctinyx Fengaria. You are darkness," continued Electa after what seemed like millennia.

"I am Noctinyx Fengaria. Thank you for giving me a name, Master," replied the darkness newly dubbed Noctinyx.

"Noctinyx, why are you not round, like Lucialux?" Electa asked.

"Because you did not make it so, Master," said Noctinyx quietly.

"Oh," replied Electa. "You should be," Electa's voice called out. Immediately after, a dim white ball emerged from within the darkness, lighting it slightly.

"As you wish," replied Noctinyx.

Once more, silence returned to the void now filled with both light and darkness. Eons, moments, eternity. In the timeless void where these three entities dwelled, everything seemed very stable. As if this is how everything should have been from the very beginning of existence itself.

"Where are we?" Electa asked, once again breaking the silence.

"We know not," both Lucialux and Noctinyx replied in unison. "Where are we?"

"I do not know," Electa said. "However, we really should be somewhere..." Electa's voice trailed off, as a large red spherical mass manifested where the light of Lucialux and the darkness of Noctinyx met.

"I have come, My Liege," the red spherical mass answered in a gruff tone.

"Welcome," Electa said. "I shall call you Solvano Kipourum, you will become land - the place in which we exist."

Solvano's voice replied with a happy sigh. "My Liege," it said.

"But something is missing, Solvano." Following Electa's claim, a clear liquid covered most of Solvano's spherical form. This liquid left only a small portion closer to the top of Solvano's sphere above it.

"Here I am, Your Grace," answered an immensely pleasant voice. "May I be of service?"

"You will be Marisarel Fernerontas, the waters that cover Solvano," proclaimed Electa. "I thank all of you for heeding my call. I still desire something else, though..."

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With that final thought, a single tiny entity came into being atop the land mass on Solvano. That singular being soon multiplied, becoming tens, then hundreds, then thousands, before finally stopping at hundreds of thousands.

"I am here," cried a voice seemingly from the entirety of the void itself.

"Good. You will be known as Quisqueto Katasta," replied Electa to the voice.

"Yes," it answered.

Looking down at the small figures atop Solvano, Electa declared, "I will call them humans. You will be land in which they live and flourish, Solvano. Marisarel and Lucialux will nourish that land with water and light, while Noctinyx will give them respite from Lucialux's light in a cycle. I will give these being knowledge and a purpose."

"Yes!" Solvano, Marisarel, Lucialux, and Noctinyx all cried at the same time. All sorts of trees and grasses and flowers sprouted over the land on Solvano in abundance almost instantly. The small humans atop Solvano began mobilizing in accordance with Electa's will, as their ingrained purposes dictated.

"What of me? What shall I do?" Asked Quisqueto solemnly.

"For now, you are to observe, Quisqueto. Nothing more," Electa answered.

"... Yes," Quisqueto reluctantly answered.

"I wish for them to all look different," Electa declared. As she did, the humans began changing little by little until each and every human looked unique in their own way. Some had hairs of different colours, some had differently shaped faces, others were taller or shorter, eye colours began changing, as did the tone of their skin.

Electa had granted the humans enough knowledge to make tools, and so with the assistance of basic wooden tools, Solvano, and the others, they managed to begin constructing small communities. They began planting seeds and farming to maintain these communities. By accident, or on purpose, these humans were also granted enough intelligence to begin naming themselves, as well as knowledge of the entities that were responsible for their existence.

Thus Electa, Lucialux, Noctinyx, Solvano, Marisarel, and Quisqueto came to be known as "Gods" by these humans. They were worshiped. Lucialux was the light that gave them warmth, Noctinyx was the darkness that gave them shade and comfort, Solvano was the shelter they received and the food they ate, Marisarel was the water they used to give life to their crops, Quisqueto was their father, and Electa was known as the All-God or simply "The Creator".

"What do we do now?" Quisqueto asked.

"We watch," Electa replied, her voice seeming to dance with elation. Electa was fascinated with the humans, watching their every move intently.

Time passed. The humans began calling the cycle between Lucialux's light and Noctinyx's darkness "days" and "nights" respectively. They began resting during the nights, regaining energy for the following day's work. They soon used various plants to create what they called fabrics, which they then fashioned into clothes. During every moment, Electa and the others watched.

The humans then began building more complex tools from what they called "stones" which were taken from Solvano's body. With these tools, they then built sturdier places to live. They called these structures "houses" which were in "towns" or "cities".

"What do we do now?" Quisqueto asked once more.

"Again, we watch, Quisqueto," Electa replied.

Time passed in utter silence for the gods, as well as for the humans - both only spoke when there was an absolute necessity. Electa, ever fascinated with the humans she created continued to watch from above.

"Electa, I wish to look like them," Quisqueto said in a pleading voice. "I wish to have a form as well."

"Hm..." Electa thought. "Very well, we shall all look like they do." Electa declared. In a separate space within the void, a room manifested. Within that room sat six figures in chairs that were arranged around a cylindrical slab that was located in the centre of the room. On top of the slab, an image of the world below was projected.

"Thank you, My Lord, for granting me another shape." Lucialux was the first to speak. He became a tall, slender man with flowing silver hair that, despite being tied together behind his head with a red ribbon, still hung half way down his back. His face angular with a thin, a pointed nose at the centre and a well-defined jaw line; his yellow eyes shining with a faint light intrinsic to his status as the god of light; his pale white skin was covered by a white robe with red trimming that seemed to shine. He turned to his left towards Electa, smiling.

A perfectly symmetrical, angular face with soft edges and skin with an olive glow, garbed in a brilliant crimson dress that loosely hugged her form, black hair that flowed like silk down to her knees, a chest that was neither too big nor too small, and exquisite green eyes with a tinge of gold and filled with boundless wonder. Electa was a beauty beyond compare. She lightly nodded in response to Lucialux's comment.

"Master," Noctinyx spoke slowly with a soft voice. She became a pale skinned, slim figured entity covered by a large black robe with a satin-like sheen to it. Aside from softer features, she looked almost identical to Lucialux. With her dark brown eyes partially closed, she slouched in her chair lazily while her long, unkempt black hair covering most of her face and cascading to either side of her.

"My Liege," Solvano's deep, rough voice called out from across the slab they were gathered around. A flowing green robe with white trimming covered Solvano's new humanoid body. The robe was opened in the front, showing his bare chest and light brown skin. His eyes, a similarly light brown, decorated a somewhat rounded face with a somewhat wide bridged nose in the centre. His short, spiky grey hair covered his head and trailed around jaw and chin before in the form of a short and neat beard.

"Your Grace," Marisarel's voice chimed merrily. Her short, bright blue dress stood out in contrast to her dark brown skin of her legs and face. The sleeves that were accented with a lighter blue trim hung down by her knees. Her eyes were a deep shade of aqua, her nose pointed and thin; her long teal hair was tied in a neat bun, with fringes that covered her forehead and outlined her round face.

"Electa," Quisqueto call out last. He manifested in a robust form with large, well defined muscles that were further accented by his sleeveless black vest and black pants with orange trim. His skin was a darker olive tone than that of Electa's, his wavy medium-length hair a deep mahogany, and his eyes a fiery crimson. His facial features were so well defined, it looked almost as if it were chiselled from stone.

From his seat beside Electa, Quisqueto continued to watch over the humans on Solvano's original body - as did the rest of the gods. Time passed smoothly for them, in silence, as the six gods continued to observe the humans Electa had created.

~ Many Years Later ~

"I'm bored," a voice complained from within the endless void. "How about we shake things up a bit?"