In many cultures of Earth and worlds scattered throughout the multiverses stories are told about a being. A simple being that brought order to the meandering chaos that was the infinte expanse of space.

It is depicted as a creature of all encompassing might, emotion and thought, a being which shares a connection to the tinniest of pebbles and the most fierest of stars, the most treacherous of men and the most valiant of knights. Simplified, this being is in everything, in the fiber of existence itself.

Those tales, legends, myths, or however you want to call them, are in most instances... wrong.

What they fail to see is that this one single creature has long cut the figurative cord with the multiverses. It didn't create sentient life, far from it, it just gave the empty yet stuffed chaos a slight nudge in the right direction. It set the laws, but that's about it -an astonishing feat nevertheless-. In a sense no one was this creature's child, they were born by ripe reality which in turn was somewhat created/influenced by... uhm... let's call 'it' God, for simplicity's sake.

Although God didn't partake in the creation of being it still had the sufficient power to do so, in truth it had power that could overthrow, restructure and erase reality infinite times over and over again. God was after all... God. A peak existence without rival.

And how all good creators of multiple universes and the one that directs the flow of life and death itself God stayed low-key, hidden behind a veil of dimensional and spatial restructuration.

From all-mighty God he turned into an hermit, a lone oberserver with his eyes perpetually scanning the vestiges of his creation.

Eons, hundreds of them, passed by. Creature of might surfaced from the mire of inhospitable worlds or even the void between the stars, arrogant creatures naming themselves Gods. They knew barely anything apart from their shallow ponds of existence they inhabited.

God on the other hand, unlike this furious author who really despises arrogant characters, only smiled wryly, smiled warmly, at those creatures who proclaimed themselves as the center of all. At long last God could enjoy more than just the view of countless, lifeless universes. He was overjoyed about the sudden resurgence of life, which he was the only testament off at this point.

After the Gods came lesser creatures, lesser in might or intellect, but living and breathing beings nonetheless. Some were still being born throughout the universes but most were slaugthered by the same first Gods that now felt threatened by the following batches; though only those that were born in their close proximity, meaning many galaxies apart.

Another indefinite amount of eons passed before the universes became calm enough to be inhabited by mortal creatures, ones whose power did not rival planets or even stars or galaxies.

God was the most fondest of these creatures, of their everday struggles on worlds that wanted naught but their deaths.

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They prevailed, survived under the rule of angry Gods, be it inbetween the most narrow of gulfs, in the deepest parts of freezing oceans or hidden atop plains stricken by drought and searing heat. Those seemingly weak creatures survived it all, evolved and errected their own kingdoms. As long as they didn't entice the full on fury of the Gods they spread across their worlds, as an unstoppable force they claimed those worlds as their... as their... homes.

Go watched on, unwavering in his decision to stay impartial in this world, bestow them with nothing but his attention, until a certain moment, a moment not of carelessness, not of unalertness but simple infatuation.

God's desire to observe, the growing affection for the mortal world strained the barrier that seperated him from the living and the dead. As his attention grew stronger, his gaze more feverish and desires of company and camaraderie like those the mortals felt sprouted inside him he noticed to late the bolt of blue thunder that errupted inside his domain.

It wasn't a malignant force, it wasn't a hostlie force that wished his destruction, it was a call for help. A literal call for help.

God knew instinctively what it was: Summoning magic. A ritual to summon otherworldy forces to do ones bidding; or in most cases like this one here, to plead for help.

Astonished and taken aback God pondered. A desire so strong that it could reach him, although his barrier was weakened, was an incredible if not impossible feat that shock God greatly. Naturally, if he truly had willed it that nothing would ever reach him then nothing would ever reach him, as easy as that. But somewhere deep inside the corners of his mind God wished since long for another being at his side, maybe this was just another way of his wish to take form.

God gazed into the light, saw the sleek face of a woman despairing over a pool of blood. He didn't wish to interfere with the mortals and immortals, he truly wanted to stay as far away as possible from them so that they could live their own lives, but how could he deny the plea born of grief and despair?

Torn between his principle of not interfering and the desire to help this poor creature God hesitated, cleared his mind and calmed himself down.

He realized, he was God, he was what nothing could ever become. He was the ruler, the one who created! If he wanted to do he simply did. What repurcussions could befall him? What being could punish him for his insolence, for his idiocy, his mistakes? Nothing! He could do whatever he wanted!

And in that moment God realized what it meant to be a true God and so he answered the call, the weak cry stemming from a bleeding throat: "Help me, help my sister!"

And God answered: "Of course....", and his response echoed throughout the multiverse.