The creaking of an opaque-glass door faintly echoed throughout the Void. A being found itself still, looking into the ever-darkening wall-less room. The being's stature was small, but its age was older than any mortal perspective could comprehend. Nonetheless, in the eyes of its kind, this being was nothing more than a child. The beings' title was the only inclination that helped define what it was, yet the simplicity of a title like 'The Child' did little to structure a mortal's imagination.
The atmosphere of the room was frigid, not just in temperature but also in pressure. The only warmth was the soft exhales that escaped The Child's lips. Their eyes fixated on a single dull pedestal, gray in color and distasteful in thought. The plaque placed below the sphere labeled the planet as Earth. A planet under The Fathers' Jurisdiction, one stripped of magic and left to rot.
The Child's voice broke the silence of the room, soft and with a smirk, they whispered, "It took me a while, but I found you. It seems like I'm the only one who can hear you." The distance between the pedestal and the entity shrank in an instant. Looming over the world, the being looked deep inside through the clouds to find a man less than thirty years of age, waist deep at the ocean's shores.
The man's voice cracked from distress, his eyes red from tears. The Child found it amusing to see a human shout at the thundering skies. The Child did not care to listen to what he was spouting. Instead, The Child took this as an opportunity to acquire a new plaything.
With a quick breath of air, The Child blew the man out to the depths and watched as he struggled to stay afloat. With the crashing of the waves in minutes, he was dead. Steadily, The Child reached into the world and took hold of the man's body. Stripping away the husk of the old flesh, The Child pried out the soul, pulling it out of the world and taking it with him.
Leaving Earth's room, The Child gazed upon the soul of the newly acquired plaything, out of the many seen, this one seemed to be the brightest and purest. Questions flowed through The Child's mind, yet they gave up on this quest for an answer on the premise of it being too tiring. The two made their way down many halls till they reached a room far from the last. These rooms fell under the authority of The Child's other mentor, The Mother.
The Mother's worlds were in a much higher class than The Father's. They took more care and time due to the complexity and risk that came with them. The Child made its way to the pedestal; This one was far more intricate in its design. Special runic characters spiraled up the viridian green die, each indicating a specific function. The Child did not understand the meaning of these runes, only that the most entertaining of worlds had them.
In a mischievous tone, The Child spoke for a second time, "This will be your new home, and this time I'll make sure your life isn't boring. First, though, let me make you a body." Reaching into its pocket, the being pulled out a small piece of brown clay. Firmly pressing the soul into it, The Child began molding a body, one sure to bring about entertainment. The soul's new appearance took on the form of a man with different colored eyes and horns protruding from his scalp, encompassed with loose curly brown hair.
The Child shuddered with anticipation while looking upon its creation. And then came the descent. Reaching into this new world, the being swirled the skies with a finger, bringing forth a storm. Carefully, The Child pinched its toy up, placing it on top of the clouds, but suddenly stopped. For the third time, the being spoke. " I almost forgot to name you." Standing still The Child rambled off names till a wicked grin stretched crookedly across its face; "ahhh, I've got it … My Erebus." Happy with the choice of name, the being was pushed down on Erebus, sending him falling into the world of Draghar.
As the man tumbled through the lightning-ridden sky, The Child witnessed an unanticipated event, one only the mentors would understand. In layman's terms, Erebus's soul existed in The Father's universe for a slightly longer time than the amount of time that The Mother's universe had been created. As an aftereffect of reducing the soul's internal clock to align with Mother's universe, the body refigured itself to the youngest it possibly could while still preserving its life. Resulting in a change from adult to infant.
An annoyed expression rested on The Child's face at the sight. Knowing that an infant can bring little pleasure, for the fourth and final time, The Child spoke, "fine…, give it a few years, but I will be back to play."