Before the universe existed,
before time, before stars, before death—
There was only one living world.
That world was called Pleroma.
Pleroma was not a planet of struggle.
It was a planet of completion.
Food grew without being sown.
Power flowed without being earned.
Magic filled the air like breath itself.
No one worked.
No one fought.
No one wanted.
Every desire was fulfilled before it could become hunger.
There was no sadness.
No jealousy.
No ambition.
No fear.
The people of Pleroma lived endlessly—
eating, laughing, sleeping, loving—
without ever asking why.
And for centuries, this was enough.
The First Question
Then one man began to wonder.
His name was Agape.
Agape did not suffer.
He did not lack food, power, or joy.
Yet a single thought entered his mind:
Why is everything perfect?
What are we meant to be?
Is this all there is?
He asked his parents.
They smiled and changed the subject.
He asked his neighbors.
They laughed uneasily.
He asked his friends.
They grew silent.
No one had answers—
and worse, no one wanted them.
Agape's questions did something new to the people of Pleroma.
For the first time,
doubt was born.
And from doubt, something darker followed.
The Birth of Evil
As people began to think—truly think—
they grew uncomfortable.
They began to watch one another.
To question intentions.
To resent the peace they had never earned.
A small evil took root—
not inside Agape,
but inside everyone else.
Greed appeared where abundance once ruled.
Laziness hardened into fear of change.
Happiness turned into entitlement.
And as these thoughts spread,
Pleroma itself began to weaken.
Resources faded.
Magic thinned.
The world responded to corruption.
The people panicked.
And panic needs a villain.
The First Murder
One night, they came together.
They took Agape as he slept.
They bound him to a great tree.
They surrounded him with fire.
"He is the devil," they said.
"He brings evil."
"He will destroy our paradise."
Not one soul defended him.
As the flames consumed him,
Agape screamed—not in hatred,
but in grief.
And with his final breath, he spoke:
"You are the devil.
You murdered me not because I am evil,
but because you are lazy, greedy, and afraid.
You will kill anyone who threatens your comfort.
If there is a god, I pray he judges you.
And if there is no god—
then let me become one."
The Death That Created Everything
The fire went out.
Agape did not die.
His body healed.
His wounds reversed.
The power of Pleroma—
its magic, its food, its abundance, its life—
poured into him.
The planet shattered.
Pleroma exploded into light and darkness,
matter and void,
time and entropy.
From that destruction,
the universe was born.
And at its center stood a single being.
The God Who Remembers
Agape became the first god.
Not a god of mercy.
Not a god of love.
But a god of judgment.
He remembers paradise.
He remembers betrayal.
He remembers the first murder.
And the universe itself exists as his verdict.
The Birth of the Universe — The Fall of Pleroma