In the darkness there exist no life-ish.
Actually, there was something, or someone — no, it is indeed something.
It was a being of pure power; it moves cosmos on its whims and creates worlds because it wishes to. Gods bow before it, and its pride and arrogance make it the most glorious of all being across all—
“Stop it, stop expanding!”
Glorious of all being acro—
“My sleep is at risk; my abode is being sullied by this light… what? Create life? Go on, I don’t really mind.
“Create a being that spread the stars?
“A being that controls life and death? What’s life and death?
“Mortals? Demigods? Gods? Celestials? Guard—"
Fuck it! I give up… there is too much information… just read it, it’s pretty fun.
This is a story unlike any other... I think...