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Hate and evil...
That was all it felt...
Just pure hate and evil...
It awoke when the bright, despicable light came into being. It did not know why, nor did it want to know. But what it did know, was that it wanted to be in the darkness it once resided in. But to do that, it had to purge and destroy the nuisance.
"Existence came into and existed without my knowledge nor permission. Because of that, nothing will exist because I don't exist and nothing will come after because there will be no after."
That was what it thought. That was what it wanted. It wanted the darkness back. It wanted its peace. It wanted silence. If it had to destroy that light, it will. And it will do so by all means necessary even if its own existence ends.
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Before Existence came to be, there existed The Gods, primordial beings that predated all things conceivable before conceiving all things. When they created Existence, they created information. When they created information, they created intelligibility. When they created intelligibility, they created meaning. And when they created meaning, they created coherence.
When the first worlds came into being, it was pure Chaos. Nothing held the worlds together, and so The Gods created concepts to become the pillars that sustained and stabilized all worlds regardless of impossibility. But from these worlds arose civilization. They were commonly known as Humanity.
They were a species most intriguing to the divine. Their capacity for chaos and destruction spread across different worlds. Yet, their capacity to love and create perfectly balanced them as a species. In other words, they were a successful byproduct of creation and destruction. The perfect equilibrium of polar opposites. However, when Humanity arose, other things came into. Things that did not belong. Things that defied the natural order. Things that would be called, anomalies. Things that would be called, entities. Things that would oppose Humanity and all other sentient species.
These entities would embody the physical and the metaphysical aspects of Existence. Some were benevolent while others were the opposite. Some took form as guides—living axioms that walked amongst mortals in borrowed skins, teaching the first tongues how to name the sky, the sea, and the self. Others were born as tests: contradictions given breath, pressure points placed within Existence so that meaning would not become stagnant and so that coherence would not become complacent.
But a third kind emerged, entities that did not differ from the natural order, but rejected it. They were not content to be storms within the sea of worlds. They desired to drain the sea itself.
Where the benevolent and malevolent embodied pattern, this embodied rupture. Where the benevolent carried intelligibility like a lamp, these carried a darkness that did not merely hide—one that unmade the possibility of being seen. They did not hate life alone. They hated the premise that anything could exist, the idea that a "something" could stand apart from "nothing" and declare itself real.
And so the first conflict did not begin as war.
It began as erosion. It began with forgotten names in temples that had never fallen. With laws that worked everywhere until they didn't and with languages that once described the world precisely, suddenly failing to capture what stood before the eyes. The pillars The Gods had forged—concepts like causality, identity, sequence, boundary—were not shattered in an instant. They were questioned into weakness. They were contradicted so thoroughly that reality began to stutter, as if Existence itself had to ask permission to continue.
But Humanity noticed first, because they lived at the edge between Chaos and Order.
They felt it in their dreams, where roads led to places that should not fit inside the mind. They saw it in the birth of impossible phenomena—storms of geometry, shadows that moved without light, beasts that wore the outlines of mountains and called themselves hunger. They learned quickly that the world was not a single stage, but a layered archive of rules—and that something, somewhere, had begun rewriting the index.
The Gods watched. Not with indifference, but with a restraint older than pity.
For Existence, once made, could not be micromanaged without destroying what made it meaningful. If every contradiction was deleted, nothing could truly be chosen. If every danger was preempted, nothing could truly be endured. The Gods did not desire puppets. They desired witnesses. They desired makers—beings who could stand inside the storm and still decide to build.
So the Gods did what they had always done when faced with the impossible.
They created interfaces.
They placed within certain souls a capacity to touch the underlying intelligibility of the world—not to command it absolutely, but to meet it. To negotiate with the pillars. To reinforce them. To suffer for them. To become, in a small but decisive way, collaborators in coherence.
This faculty was not magic. It was not a gift without cost. It was a kind of recognition—an inner contact with meaning so intense that it produced force. Those who awakened it described it differently across worlds: But it was commonly referred to as, Aura. But the essence was the same. A mortal could become a vow made flesh.
But as the anomalies multiplied—some arriving like visitors, some erupting like wounds, and some crawling from corners that should not exist—Humanity changed. They built orders. They forged doctrines. They raised agencies and sanctums with one purpose shared beneath a thousand banners to ensure that Existence remained intelligible enough to be lived.To ensure that meaning remained coherent enough to be loved. To ensure that when darkness approached, it would be met not by panic, but by prepared hands.
Yet even then, amid all their progress, the oldest terror persisted as a quiet, patient, and absolute necessity. For somewhere beyond the farthest edge of worlds, there was an empty hole in the cosmos that did not seek to watch.
When it turned its attention toward Existence, all creation trembled because creation knew that through all the Good that came, a force of opposition would arise. Yet this force had always existed unbeknownst to The Gods.
Evil.