Long, long ago—so far in the past that even time didn't exist yet—there was nothing. Not just an empty place, but something even more empty than emptiness itself. There were no stars, no sky, not even space or darkness. There weren't even ideas like "time" or "light" or "existence." It was a world of pure "nothing."
But in that endless "nothing," there was one thing—something beyond shape, name, or meaning. It had no body, no mind, and no soul. It was everything and nothing at once. It was not alive or dead. It simply "was".
And this strange, formless being made a decision.
It decided… to exist.
Since everything was part of it and it was part of everything, it gave itself a form. It chose to become something—to be a being. And just like that, it became the first thing to ever "exist." The Creator.
That decision shook the empty world. A silent ripple spread across the void—if you could even call it that—and something began to appear. A door.
A massive, golden door.
It stood tall in the dark world, with glowing wings carved onto it. The door shimmered faintly, like it was alive. But because the world was still full of deep darkness, the door's shine was dull and hidden, like a treasure buried under the ground.
Then, something happened.
A feeling came into being. It wasn't a sound or a word or a thought. It was more like a feeling that touched everything, a command from the heart of existence itself.
"Let there be light."
With that, the golden door began to glow brightly, chasing away the darkness and showing its true beauty. It was tall, holy, and full of power. Slowly, the door opened.
From inside the door came light—endless light that spread in every direction. And then, tiny golden particles floated out like mist. They weren't shaped like anything. They looked more like golden fog, soft and glowing, full of energy and warmth.
This golden fog was the Creator, starting to take form.
But where there is light, there is also shadow. The moment the golden light appeared, it created a dark shadow behind it—a mirror of the Creator, but twisted. And from that shadow, another being came into existence. The Creator wasn't alone anymore.
For what felt like forever, the two beings just stared at each other. No movement. No sound. No anger. No joy. Just pure presence. They watched each other, not with eyes, but with their very essence.
And then, the golden fog started to shift.
It twisted. It turned. It curled and stretched. The fog was trying to take a shape—something real.
After many tries, it finally succeeded.
The fog formed into a huge, glowing creature. It had massive wings, sharp claws, and a powerful tail. Its mouth was filled with shining teeth, and its eyes glowed like tiny suns.
It had taken the form of a dragon. A golden dragon—majestic, powerful, and full of divine light.
And this was the birth of first true dragon, The dragon of creation.
This was why true dragons would one day be called "True Dragons." Not because of how they looked, but because the very first form the Creator ever took… was a dragon.
But when the shadow of the Creator saw him take form, it also started to move. The shadow twisted and curled, slowly changing just like the Creator had done. And after a while, it took the same shape as the golden dragon.
It became a dragon too.
But something was very different. This second dragon didn't shine with golden light. Its body was clear—like glass or mist. It had no color at all. Its wings were see-through, and even though it had the shape of a dragon, it looked like it wasn't really there. Only its eye sockets glowed—filled with lights of all kinds, like stars spinning in empty space.
This was the birth of the second true dragon, Oblivion, the Dragon of Nullification—a being who could erase anything and everything.
The two dragons looked at each other. They had never learned what a fight was. They didn't know about anger or hate or winning. But somehow, deep inside them, they both felt the same thing—a powerful sense of rivalry, like they were meant to challenge each other.
So without any words or warning, they raised their claws, filled their fists with all their power, and punched.
Their huge dragon fists slammed into each other.
There was no sound, yet the world itself shook. That strike released so much energy that it became the biggest explosion in existence.
That was the moment of the Big Bang—the start of everything.
The Creator's punch was stronger. Oblivion took the hit and backed down. He accepted his defeat, but didn't feel sad. Instead, something had changed between them.
From their clash, three major worlds were formed.
The first was the universe—the beginning of space and time. Planets and stars began to form. Galaxies spun through space. Black holes opened. But still, there was no life.
The other two worlds were still forming in silence, waiting for their time.
As time passed, new ideas were born from the Creator's will—things like thought, sound, language, and knowledge. These concepts started to shape the universe, bringing order to the chaos.
The Creator and Oblivion no longer saw each other as rivals. After that one battle, they began to feel something else—something like family. Even though they were so different, they were the only two beings in the entire universe.
Oblivion turned to the Creator and asked, "Why do I feel strange? Like something's missing?"
The Creator looked at him and replied, "It's not something missing… it's loneliness. You feel it because we are the only ones here. There are no other beings like us."
"But I have a plan," the Creator added. "I won't make just one or two new beings. I'll create countless. Not just in this universe—I'll make more universes, all connected together. I'll make a multiverse."
"But it won't stop there. I'll make something even beyond that—a place that holds all the multiverses. That'll be the outerverse. And to keep everything stable, I'll create rules… strong ones. I'll call them the Laws of Physics. They will make sure time doesn't break, space doesn't twist, and everything stays in balance."
Oblivion listened, silent as ever. "You really think far ahead," he said, his voice calm and quiet.
Since the Creator had complete control of the newborn universe, he could see how everything worked—how planets spun, how energy moved, how order formed from chaos. It gave him ideas—ideas for everything else to come.
He would make not just one universe, but:
* A multiverse
* A metaverse
* A xenoverse
* A hyperverse
* A transverse
* And even outerverses beyond imagination
But just when he started thinking of creating life, a warning came to him.
He could already sense what kind of creatures might be born from the other two worlds that had been created alongside the universe. Creatures that would not obey him. Beings full of chaos and hunger, who would try to destroy everything he made.
So the Creator made a decision.
"Before creating"Life", I must make guardians first. Protectors. Beings that will defend the world… even before I create it."
To create life, golden particles started to float out from the Creator's body. These tiny glowing pieces were special—they were what the Creator himself was made of. He gave them a name.
He called them "God Particles."
Everything in the new universe—stars, light, space, time—was made using these god particles. They were the building blocks of all things.
When the Creator and Oblivion had punched each other during their first meeting, the powerful energy released in that moment had spread the Creator's god particles everywhere. That was why the Creator could control everything in the universe. He had become the only true god—the only one who could create.
Oblivion, being made from shadow and null, could destroy—but not create.
Now, the Creator began working on life. First, he created the idea of "life" itself. Then he made something new: the "soul." With care and patience, the Creator shaped a new being from the god particles. This was the first life form he was making, so he poured all his effort into it.
He gave this being knowledge, thoughts, and even an unimaginable amout of perseverance will.
Since the creator didn't really created anything, Thus was his first creation,
And without failure, the first creation was born.
She opened her eyes.
Her name was Samael—an archangel. Even though archangels could change their form at any time, she had chosen to appear in a female form.
Samael had a face so beautiful that words couldn't describe it. Her skin glowed softly like sunlight. She had six shining wings on her back, and she was completely naked—but her divine aura was so powerful and pure that it didn't feel wrong or dirty. In fact, even the very concepts floating in the universe—things like "beauty," "grace," and "divine"—seemed to be drawn to her.
Samael slowly dropped to her knees in front of the Creator. A mysterious, playful smile appeared on her lips. There was a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.
"I, Samael, the first archangel, greet the Father," she said with a voice that sounded like music and light mixed together.