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Before there was anything, all power that would eventually be the universe and all inhabitants was drifting in an empty void. No one knows how or why, but some power merged together, beckoning more to join it. As more and more was pulled into a singularity, it all coalesced into a being, which gained consciousness. A being known as "The Mother". As The Mother gained sentience and looked around, she saw nothing but an empty void all around her. She wandered this vast nothingness for years, looking for someone, something, but there was nothing. She grew lonely.
Eventually, she thought to herself: "If I'm all there is... Why not create something to join me?" And with this train of thought, she created a being, giving some of her immense power to it. The first "deity" was born. She got excited about this new development to her void, so she started creating more. And more. Eventually, she created a place. A single plane of existence where her creations can live. And she kept creating. More and more. Until, finally with a total of 798 deities, she exhausted her power. Upon their creation, she drifted to sleep and vanished, leaving her creations to themselves. The deities began living as she wanted to. They built a society with eachother, and none were lonely like The Mother once was. Her paradise...
That was how it started, anyway. But as millions of years went by, it began to grow dreary. 798 is a lot of people, for sure. But after so long... All has been said. They know eachother too well. Nothing was new. It was always the same. Many deities began to fret. Until an idea was proposed. The Mother initially created them when she felt lonely. Now that they're lonely, they should follow in her footsteps. Many people liked the idea, as it was following The Mother's wishes while satisfying their own problem. But many others despised the idea, saying it was entirely blasphemous. "She created everything for us, and you have the audacity to try and uproot it?!"
With this concept going around, the deities began separating into groups. The Crees, who thought it be best to create, and the Nocs, who did not want them to create anything. The Crees began working, and planning. How do they prevent this problem of loneliness in the future? How do they do it without killing themselves? Meanwhile the Nocs shunned them. Time went on, and tension grew. Starting with a debate. Then an argument. Then, full separation of society, Nocs not allowed to be seen with Crees, and vice versa. Protests. Fights. And eventually, war. Nocs officially attacked, starting the first war, to prevent this creation, under the guidance of a leader. Not just the strongest Noc, but the most vocal: Zanzel. In turn, The Crees elected their own leader, their strongest: Makt.
The battles were vicious, as incredibly powerful deities tore into eachother. But beyond that, was the mental pain that came with it. Brother against brother, friend against friend. No one was happy with this. But eventually, the war ended as the last 101 Crees surrounded the remaining 33 Nocs. As punishment for all this bloodshed, the last of the Nocs were sentenced to be killed; and have all their power taken and transformed into a crystalline form. Unfortunately, while this execution was taking place, one Noc escaped. Zanzel, the leader. As his allies were executed, he ran, disappearing into the void of nothing beyond their realm... Before the war, the Crees figured out how to work their ideal universe. A cycle of birth and death, with weaker but far more numerous lifeforms. That way loneliness would never rear its ugly head again. They wanted to figure out how to create this universe while sparing themselves, but... What's the point...? They would never recover from this war. The mental scars would remain, of them killing everyone they cared for. So they all agreed to use all their power, killing themselves, to create this universe. One by one, they killed themselves to create 100 different worlds, that together would make up the universe. Everyone... Except Makt. With Zanzel on the loose somewhere, there was no doubt he would try and destroy this universe they made. So Makt stayed behind, vowing to protect his friends' work from destruction. They were right. Zanzel appeared soon after the universe's creation to destroy it. He was stopped in his tracks by Makt, but he escaped with his life once more. And again. And again. A cycle of Zanzel returning and failing to destroy this work, and Makt stopping him but failing to kill him. Maybe one day Makt will be able to finally kill Zanzel, and end this cycle. At which point, he wants nothing more than to join his old friends in eternal peace. But until then, this eternal struggle continues...