At first there was nothing but a dark empty void.. A space deprived of an essence where neither light nor darkness were absolute, where the concepts of good and evil were just as ghostly as morning fog reaching everywhere and nowhere at the same time. A space where even life and death themselves held no meaning as there was nothing to be alive or dead.
And then there was a spark. As the non-existent and the existent whirled and whirled around each other for what seemed like an eternity there came a point where they stretched out, distanced themselves and eventually... parted. A line was drawn between them at that moment and in that line the first creation was born – Aaurus, the Origin. He who would later be called God, the Creator of All.
And create he did, because he had the entire void in his hand, a space so full of paradoxes that only needed to be separated and shaped into existence. He created lands, oceans, light and darkness, life and death.
And then he created angels and he created demons – beings selfless and beings selfish. To each a home – one soaring high up in the cold sky, and one deep, deep inside the warmth of dirt.
Yet, even if he was the first Creator, he wasn’t the only one. Life itself started recreating itself and with it death naturally followed. The beings alive gave birth to happiness, sadness, love, hate, and above all – meaning. And for meaning they fought.
The Origin observed the tiny creatures as they loved and hated each other, as they fought and attracted death upon each other, and he failed to understand them. His own core was that of the void - it was deprived of emotion and as such what he saw puzzled him for the first time in his existence.
As he watched and watched and watched there was one thing that he thought he finally started to understand, and that thing was what was called “intention”. It seemed that the newborn creatures had something he lacked and Aaurus was curious to understand what it was.
What he did next changed him forever. He focused his gaze on one being, one demon, called Lucy and his gaze never left her. As he watched on her endless cycle of life and death he understood that there was only one way to understand Life’s creations and it was to merge with them. Instead of separating this time he did what the void had once done and merged his existence with that of Lucy. He gave away half of what he had been to her and acquired half of what she had been. The two beings had formed an union and they celebrated it with the creation of a new race – the humans.
Those would be the true divine offspring, combining within themselves everything good and evil at the same time. They would be set on the Surface, the no-man’s land that appeared between Heaven and Hell, a truly marvelous place that neither demon nor angel could truly appreciate. With that final creation Aaurus and Lucy reached an agreement - they had interfered enough.
Whatever their offspring were about to do from now on was truly curious to observe and way too complicated to comprehend.
And then there was a spark. As the non-existent and the existent whirled and whirled around each other for what seemed like an eternity there came a point where they stretched out, distanced themselves and eventually... parted. A line was drawn between them at that moment and in that line the first creation was born – Aaurus, the Origin. He who would later be called God, the Creator of All.
And create he did, because he had the entire void in his hand, a space so full of paradoxes that only needed to be separated and shaped into existence. He created lands, oceans, light and darkness, life and death.
And then he created angels and he created demons – beings selfless and beings selfish. To each a home – one soaring high up in the cold sky, and one deep, deep inside the warmth of dirt.
Yet, even if he was the first Creator, he wasn’t the only one. Life itself started recreating itself and with it death naturally followed. The beings alive gave birth to happiness, sadness, love, hate, and above all – meaning. And for meaning they fought.
The Origin observed the tiny creatures as they loved and hated each other, as they fought and attracted death upon each other, and he failed to understand them. His own core was that of the void - it was deprived of emotion and as such what he saw puzzled him for the first time in his existence.
As he watched and watched and watched there was one thing that he thought he finally started to understand, and that thing was what was called “intention”. It seemed that the newborn creatures had something he lacked and Aaurus was curious to understand what it was.
What he did next changed him forever. He focused his gaze on one being, one demon, called Lucy and his gaze never left her. As he watched on her endless cycle of life and death he understood that there was only one way to understand Life’s creations and it was to merge with them. Instead of separating this time he did what the void had once done and merged his existence with that of Lucy. He gave away half of what he had been to her and acquired half of what she had been. The two beings had formed an union and they celebrated it with the creation of a new race – the humans.
Those would be the true divine offspring, combining within themselves everything good and evil at the same time. They would be set on the Surface, the no-man’s land that appeared between Heaven and Hell, a truly marvelous place that neither demon nor angel could truly appreciate. With that final creation Aaurus and Lucy reached an agreement - they had interfered enough.
Whatever their offspring were about to do from now on was truly curious to observe and way too complicated to comprehend.