Once there was nothing.
And before there was nothing.
There was me.
Before reality, before light.
I sat alone within endless darkness, waiting...for what?
I could not tell you, for even I could no longer remember.
As infinity passed me by, a sudden flicker caught my attention.
A spark...light.
And like that, what would come to be known as God by the mortal beings was born.
It floated around aimlessly at first, simply moving within the infinite darkness without care.
But as eons passed, God would finally gain sentience, and when he did...he saw me.
He looked at me with such...curiosity, and as he drew closer, something peculiar began to happen.
Explosions erupted around us, and with them came the birth of stars. This, at last, granted the young God sight enough to perceive me.
Though my form was simply too vast for him to fully comprehend, that did not seem to trouble him.
He seemed...happy. Like a child finally receiving a gift long anticipated.
And as the years passed and the universe grew alongside us, God began his great project...Heaven.
But before I could bear witness to even the first of his creations, something within me began to stir...hunger.
And as I gazed upon God, that feeling of endless hunger would not relent. I wanted to devour him. I *needed* to devour him.
But I could not do that to one who regarded me as a friend.
So...I left.
Vanishing without word. Without farewell.
I could only hope he would forgive me for leaving, and that he would never find me.
As I fled farther and farther from him, the hunger did not diminish. And so, with every last measure of strength I possessed, I drove my claws into the fabric of reality itself, tearing open a rift in space and crossing into it.
Once inside, I moved to seal it shut, but the hunger would not yield. It was rising, consuming my will, threatening to swallow all reason I had left.
But before it could take hold entirely, I began to tear myself apart. Piece...by...piece.
And as I did...the hunger began to weaken. Not vanish, but weaken. For the pieces I had torn free did not die. They began to *reform* into something altogether different.
What the future would come to call...The Higher Beings.
As I gazed upon them, my body moved without my consent, reaching, grasping, driven by that same insatiable need.
But I would not allow it.
With the last remnant of my will, I hurled myself into a nearby mass of rock and stone, sealing myself within its depths.
This world had no sun. No light. Only darkness.
But as I sank deeper and deeper still, life began to stir around me.
And as it bloomed...I slept.