Before the expanse of space and the passage of time, there was nothingness. The concept of anything existing had not yet been willed by the only thing that did exist, The Creator. This nothingness was infinite emptiness accompanied by perpetual loneliness, and the progenitor of all things suffered in it. So, he looked out into the infinitely expanding void, and spoke with an almighty authority:

"May this nothingness be no more."

And so it was the beginning of everything. With his words, The Creator cast his grace across nonexistence, producing all of existence layered in three. The first layer was Earth, where all life resides. The second was the universe, where all cosmic bodies reside. The third and final layer was The Kingdom, where The Creator and his angels reside.

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And on Earth, The Creator forged humanity in his image. He gave them food to eat, water to drink, and plants to harvest. He gave them fire and intelligence. But The Creator made an unforgivable mistake:

He gave humans free will.

The Creator watched, reeling in mortification, as his own creations committed depraved acts against one another, seizing their given intelligence accentuated with no morals. Centuries had passed for humanity, but it was only mere moments for him. Those moments were enough to see. He regretted creating such an abomination. The shame felt by the almighty was so great not even he had the power to snuff it.

And so, The Creator cursed Earth before abandoning it, retreating to The Kingdom. In its godforsaken-ness, the evils of Man gave rise to demons; their ultimate penance. Demons sought to consume them, and The Creator watched as his worst mistake became humanity's greatest weapon, because they fought back. Their free will gave them something invaluable:

Hope.