Chapter 1: Prologue

"To think- that I *cough* the First Primordial w-would die at the hands of someone from that realm….the accursed outcast realm.."

A Primordial God uttered as his existence slowly fades into the cosmos, never to be reincarnated again, for the reincarnation cycle has been destroyed billions of years ago already…

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"Hmm... Now what?" whispered by an unknown entity. His words portray sadness and emptiness yet behind the light that covered his entire being, no expression could be found. His eyes were devoid of feelings. It was blank and bored.

The mysterious entity then curled inward like a baby in his mother's womb. He stopped moving and entered a deep slumber. This entity who was as big as ten galaxies drifted into the empty, and endless dark void. The twinkling lights of the stars, galaxies and nebulas that decorated the surrounding could be seen no more for they were all destroyed during the fight of the mysterious being and the first Primordial…

During its slumber the entity dreamed about its past and how it lived as a mortal being. It dreamed of a much simpler time, a simpler life. Eating dinner with a family, although what he remembered were only people with blurry faces. Going to school and laughing with friends with the same blurry faces, running freely on the grassy meadow and watching the blue sky transition into the night sky. Oh how he wished that he could go back and relive it all… but the past was already destroyed so is the present and future… in fact he was the one who destroyed it.

The epitome of destruction, the monarch of war and chaos, death incarnate. The mysterious being was known by many names. But all of it points out to his power. Not who he was. He pursued power only to have a place where he belongs. He wanted to create a place where he could be wanted and loved. Sadly, the power he gained came with a price. His individuality. He became a complete yet incomplete supreme. To be a supreme being one has to be the master of time, space, fate and most of all creation and destruction. But until the end, creation eluded this great being. Everything he touched disappears, he could never create. And to create is to spawn life into existence, and to do that one must know life and to know life one must know oneself.

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BOOOOOM!!!

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