Clouds trembled as my presence stirred the newborn sky. A low rumble rolled through the heavens — my voice, still new yet already carrying the weight of an entire domain.
"What is it that you seek?"
The words vibrated through the atmosphere, deep enough to make the horizon quiver.
Mist gathered, curling inward as I shaped it. Slowly, deliberately, the vapor twisted into a face — my face — pale, smooth, expressionless. It regarded the figure below with a calm far older than I felt.
Nyx stood silent, draped in shadows that swallowed the faint glow of creation. If my display intimidated her, she didn't show it. If she was impressed, she hid it behind that unreadable cosmic poker face.
Her silence annoyed me. So I gave her the full picture.
I willed more of myself into form. Clouds condensed into limbs, a torso, a towering height — a god sculpted from sky and will. A dense swirl of fog covered my lower half; even in a world without rules yet written, a primordial should maintain some dignity.
I drifted toward her, my colorless body gliding across the heavens I governed.
That finally made her speak.
"We've been waiting for you," Nyx said. Her voice was void-smooth, emotionless — like starlight before stars existed.
"Waiting for me?"I tilted my head, tone matching hers, sharp and cool. "I wasn't aware anyone had the patience for that."
Privately, a small part of me wondered if I sounded like an ass — but no. I am the Sky. A primordial. I can't roll over and show softness this early. Look at Erebus — the man has the presence of a damp towel. A walking cuck scenario waiting to happen.
Nyx's eyes glinted. "As it happens, we — beings born from the same origin — should acquaint ourselves with one another. If not for kinship, then to avoid… mishaps."
"Mishaps, huh."I crossed my arms — or mimed the gesture with half-formed limbs. "Fine. I'll join this gathering. But that raises the obvious question: where is this meeting? And how exactly will I know when it starts?"
She didn't hesitate.Her body unraveled into drifting particles of shadow.
"You will know," she said, her voice fading like a dying echo.
Then she vanished.
Silence returned — not peaceful, but expectant.
I stared at where she'd been, then exhaled a breath that rippled across the forming sky like a soft gale.
"Great. Cryptic goddess nonsense. Love that."
Fine. If divine politics were already starting — if we were heading straight into the weekly Greek family drama — then I needed to prepare. My old world's myths made it pretty clear: unprepared gods get swallowed, stabbed, or turned into cautionary tales.
Electromagnetism.That was my priority.
The Sky wasn't just clouds and pretty lighting. It was storms. Lightning. Radiation. The invisible forces that ruled worlds.
And I wasn't a decorative dome over Gaia — I was a concept. A primordial one.
I just needed experience to activate what I already was.
I focused. Wind spiraled from my fingertips. Static crawled over the newborn air — jittery, hungry, alive. It danced across my skin, through my arms, weaving itself into the fabric of the heavens. Power hummed everywhere, responding to me like it had been waiting for thousands of years.
Lightning was only the beginning.
My gaze stretched far beyond Gaia's surface — past the forming seas, the rising mountains, the rolling horizon — into the cosmic dark.
Worlds.Empty spheres drifting in silence.
They had no sky.No shelter.No order.
But they could.
"If I'm the Sky," I murmured, voice rolling like distant thunder, "why limit myself to one world?"
A concept shouldn't be confined.
Sky wasn't just Earth. It was the veil between matter and the cosmos. A cradle. A shield. A crown.
So I reached outward.
The universe responded.
Air gathered where none existed before. Thin atmospheres formed around distant planets like halos. My domain spread across the cosmos like mist over water.
One world…then two…then a hundred.
The heavens expanded with me.Divinity weaving into place with each breath.
Every sky was unique — tinted by its world's nature — but all of them were mine. My authority grew, my responsibilities multiplied, and with that came something instinctual:
Inheritance.
My future children would govern these skies.
But govern did not mean dethrone.
Their authority would be branches.I would always be the root.
No child of mine — no matter their power — would overshadow the concept that birthed them.
I was the Sky.The first.The source.
And honestly?The cosmos was starting to feel like my throne room.
I let out an awkward chuckle at the thought.
Storms obeyed my whims, colors bleeding across the firmament — blues, golds, violent reds — the artistry of a deity settling comfortably into his role.
Then something stirred in the depths of creation.
A summons.
Faint.Distant.Undeniable.
The meeting.
I felt it the way a storm senses its lightning.
A whisper threading through reality:
Come.
I smirked.
"So Nyx was right. I do know."
I dissolved into wind and light, the newborn sky folding around me as I looked toward wherever the gods were expecting me.
Let them wait.
I needed time to teach my future children the basics of ruling.Wow.I was already sounding like a great father.
"Children," I thought dryly, a grin forming in the clouds, "Daddy has news."
They would become gods — true gods — strong enough to never be helpless before whatever beings might rise in eras to come.
But a new thought nudged me.
Should I allow life on these planets?
Maybe with Gaia's help.Perhaps that's what the meeting was for — allies, connections, cosmic coworker introductions.
I sighed.
"And here I was worrying about divine politics. Now I have to worry about Gaia's personality too. Myths and novels make her sound… complicated."
The summons tugged harder.
I straightened, reforming fully.
Time to meet the family.