THE DIVINE DECREE
Before time learned to move, before space learned to stretch, there was the Celestial Sphere.
It gleamed with an eternal brilliance,an immeasurable expanse of iridescent light .
where colors did not merely exist, but flowed.
Luminous mist drifted in vast, spiraling currents like rivers of liquid crystal, pulsing with a deep, resonant rhythm.
That rhythm was not sound, yet it was felt everywhere, humming with the essence of creation itself.
This was no ordinary realm.
It was the seat of divine power, the cradle of all existence, shaped not by chance nor necessity, but by will alone.
At its center stood a throne of pure light. It was not built, nor forged,it simply was.
Upon it sat the Creator, His form concealed within endless layers of radiance. Light folded upon light around Him, shifting endlessly, denying the eye any single shape to grasp. To behold Him was to glimpse infinity refusing to be defined.
And then,He spoke ,Not with volume, but with authority.
A single word left His being, rippling outward through the void. Silence shattered. Nothingness recoiled. With that word, the very idea of existence ignited, and where there had been absence, there was now becoming.
From that word came the first spark of life.
The Creator's voice followed, vast and inescapable.
"I have given you a name."
"And I have given you a purpose."
Light gathered before the throne, folding inward upon itself until it took form.
"Azreal."
He stood complete,an angel born whole and flawless. Eight vast wings of white radiance unfurled from his back, each one stretching farther than any world yet to be shaped. They shimmered with solemn purity, untouched by doubt, untouched by corruption.
"You are the first," the Creator declared. "The first angel of the Celestial Sphere."
Azreal bowed, silent, awaiting the meaning of his existence.
"I have made you Death," the Creator continued. "The end of all things."
The Celestial Sphere trembled,not in fear, but in recognition.
"For as there is life," the Creator said, "so too must death come to be."
THE FIRST VERSE
From breath comes flame, from flame comes ash,
From dawn the slow, unyielding dusk.
No star may burn, no soul may rise,
Without its end carved in the skies.
I give you birth, I give you bone,
I give you time, I give you stone.
Thus life may bloom, thus worlds may fall.
For Death must stand to end them all.
As the final word echoed, the Celestial Sphere erupted with motion. Countless angels emerged from nothingness,not born, but declared. Each arose fully formed, each carrying a purpose written into their very essence.
Then the Creator spoke again.
"I am the Creator, Everything exists for a purpose.
That which lacks purpose cannot exist. Every word comes from Me. Without Me, nothing is possible."
The Sphere convulsed under the weight of truth. Beneath it, reality unfolded.
Dimensions,vast and innumerable,stretched outward below the Celestial Sphere, expanding endlessly, layering upon one another, filling the void with depth and structure. Space itself was born in that moment, shaped not by randomness, but by intent.
The Creator observed all He had made. And He found it perfect.
With another word, He created two beings,formed alongside the dimensions themselves.
"You are My sons."
They stood before Him, equal in origin yet opposite in nature,Erebus and Helios.
Death and Life.
Existence and Non-Existence.
Darkness and Light.
They followed the same principle, yet would never walk the same path.
The Creator's voice filled all creation.
"I am your Father. I grant you Dio, the essence of creation,Go forth. Fill the dimensions I have made, Give life, as I have given it to you."
And so the brothers went to work.
Stars were forged from thought. Galaxies spiraled into being. Universes bloomed like embers scattered across eternity. Nothing was created without intent. Nothing existed without an end already written into it.
THE DESCENT OF AZREAL
The Celestial Sphere trembled once more.
"Azreal."
At the sound of his name, the first angel knelt.
"You shall descend below the Sphere," the Creator commanded, "into the Void. There lies Mortvold,a plane with no beginning, yet defined by ends.
There you shall remain and watch over all dimensions."
Three names followed : Vorgath, Xarenos, Ankou.
"They would accompany you".
Azreal obeyed without hesitation. Below the Celestial Sphere, above the dimensions, he descended into absolute emptiness. There was no space, no time, only darkness, chaotic and endless.
"A plane without origin," Azreal thought, "yet filled entirely with endings."
For the first time, something like fulfillment stirred within him.
"At last," he said quietly, "I may be of use to my Creator."
There, Azreal established the Cycle of Existence. He became its judge, its final authority.
Vorgath shaped countless worlds, realms bound to every possible outcome of existence.
These interconnected domains became known as Hell, linking all dimensions together.
Xarenos created the Reapers, beings tasked with retrieving the souls of all living things once their destined end arrived.
Each parallel world, each dimension, was bound through Hell itself. Azreal turned to Ankou.
"You are tasked with retrieving the emanation of the Twelve Dimensions, should the need ever arise."
Ankou stood still, his head bowed in silent obedience.
THE TWELVE DIMENSIONS
Erebus created his first son: Aion, He was born with immense power, and a boundless ambition that burned quietly beneath his calm exterior.
Helios, unwilling to be surpassed, created Aurora, whose luminous presence rivaled even the angels of the Celestial Sphere. Both sons were given the same command: "Fill the dimensions with life."
And so they did, Gods were born, Creatures beyond counting arose. An infinite variety of species spread across infinite universes.
Yet resentment took root within Erebus.
Unable to endure his brother's presence, he separated the Twelve Dimensions, tearing them apart and isolating them from one another.
Seated within his own domain, Erebus awaited word.
Hermes, his second son, knelt before him. "Father, your will has been fulfilled."
Erebus's gaze hardened. "Where is Aion?"
"He remains within the Eighth Dimension." Hermes hesitated.
"What is your greatest desire, Father? Perhaps we may help fulfill it."
Erebus's expression darkened. "Leave my sight."
As Hermes departed, Erebus clenched his fist. Father has always favored Helios, he thought. Why is he allowed the Celestial Sphere while I am confined to the dimensions? I am greater. So why… My greatest desire he says "…
PLANET ELYRIA — EIGHTH DIMENSION
Elyria gleamed like a jewel suspended in the cosmic dark. Its beauty was undeniable,yet beneath its crystalline skies lay cruelty and struggle.
Aion observed his creation with quiet pride. Of the three planets within the Eighth Dimension, Elyria stood as the clearest expression of his vision. Yet questions remained.
"Lord Aion," Nyx asked hesitantly, "why are we crystallized at birth? Why can we not wield Dio?"
Aion smiled, calm and unreadable. "Call me Father," he said gently. "This is by design. Only the strongest shall endure. Sealing your power is the first trial."
"Just get stronger," Mars laughed, "Challenge every other god ,Be the strongest ,like Father, Only the weak die."
"Nyx will not," Aion replied calmly. "I would not call myself a father if I allowed my children to perish."
Sophos stepped forward, her smile sharp. "Immortality is an illusion," she said. "All things end."
Aion nodded.
Sophos continued"The higher one ascends,through knowledge, power, and dimension, the greater their authority… and the closer they come to being immortal."
Nyx lowered her gaze. "And those who cannot break free?"
"They are sent into oblivion," Sophos answered with a sly grin.
Aion turned away. "Do not fear," he said softly. "I would not call myself your father if I intended to let you all perish."
Yet even within Aion's domain, beneath Elyria's shining surface, whispers of unrest began to stir.
And far beyond the Eighth Dimension,Death watched.