Beneath the Quill, World D pulsed in unimaginable perfection. The Seven Angels—Aetherius the Foundation, Viventia the Flow of Life, Harmonix the Guarantor of Alignment, Cognitus Knowledge, Potentia Absolute Force, Chrysalis Eternal Change, and Scriptor Narrative—stood in their respective positions, feeling each other's presence. They were ready to guard this magnificent heavenly realm, yet unaware that their destiny was about to transcend its boundaries.
The quill above, now observing its seventh creation, pulsed softly. A gentle pulsation emanated, signaling that the Seven Pillars of World D were now complete.
Suddenly, the Quill no longer merely pulsed. Its tip began to radiate a light so intense, so pure, that it transcended comprehension. The glow possessed no known color spectrum; it was the essence of existence itself. The light rapidly expanded, enveloping the entire Quill, transforming it into an undefinable core of light, the universe's inner eye now wide open, a manifestation of the Creator's will.
(SFX: An ethereal hum reaches its peak, a melody so grand it feels like deafening silence. Followed by a wave of light so intense that World D seems to 'absorb' into it, a resonance that shakes the essence to its deepest core.)
From the core of light that was now the manifestation of the Quill's will, a grand construction process began. Not strokes of a pen, but direct manifestation of pure will. The light emanated, forming colossal pillars that rose, not from the ground, but from the essence of World D's sky itself. These pillars solidified, weaving walls made of light and ethereal crystals, forming a structure so vast, so magnificent, that it surpassed even the wildest imagination.
This palace, later known as the Palace of Destiny, emerged in World D's sky, directly above the colossal Tree of Life. It grew from light, embracing the majestic tree's summit, as if the Tree of Life was its primary foundation. Its architecture blended the eternity of World D, with touches hinting at the potential of other non-existent worlds: towering pillars like Mount Lumina, pulsating light gardens like the Valley of Life, balanced energy networks like the Ocean of Balance, boundless ethereal libraries, controlled energy craters, and curving flows of time. A masterpiece reflecting all of the D.N.A.M. that would be created.
(VFX: Light transcending comprehension emanates from the Quill's core, forming colossal pillars rising from World D's sky. Ethereal crystal walls rapidly materialize, forming a magnificent palace structure above the Tree of Life. The palace radiates an undeniable aura of authority and grandeur, emitting a summoning light.)
A new resonance now spread throughout World D, an unavoidable call that drew the essence of the Angels. It was not a verbal command, but an absolute pull that could not be ignored.
Aetherius's thoughts resonated:
This call... from the source. A higher will. We must face it.
Viventia felt the pull:
A new purpose. We are called towards the core of all this.
Harmonix felt the balance drawing him:
A new order. An unavoidable gathering.
Cognitus recorded the call:
New data. A meeting with the source of knowledge.
Potentia felt the force pulling her:
Command. Without hesitation. We move.
Chrysalis felt the coming change:
A new transformation. A chapter about to begin.
Scriptor felt the call:
A new narrative. A chapter to be written, not by me, but by its source.
The Seven Angels, from their respective locations, began to move. They did not fly or walk, but glided across World D, drawn by an invisible force towards the newly formed Palace of Destiny in the sky. The journey felt instantaneous, like traversing layers of existence in a single breath.
They arrived at the threshold of the Palace of Destiny, a gate made of pure, pulsating light. As they stepped through the threshold, an invisible wave of energy enveloped them.
(SFX: A soft rustle, like energy being absorbed, followed by a gentle chime like shifting crystals.)
Their majestic ethereal bodies rippled, shifted, and solidified. In an instant, their forms changed, resembling humans, yet still radiating an undeniable divine aura. On their backs, ethereal wings manifested, transparent yet radiating the glow of their essence, their number corresponding to their power and role:
Aetherius: Six wings of pure gold, radiating the glow of solid foundation.
Potentia: Four burning red and dense purple wings, pulsating with boundless force.
Viventia: Two soft emerald green wings, radiating vitality.
Harmonix: Two deep blue and bright green wings in perfect harmony, radiating balance.
Cognitus: Two clear/multi-colored shifting wings, radiating knowledge.
Chrysalis: Two wings that constantly change/fluctuate between beginning and end, radiating metamorphosis.
Scriptor: Two transparent wings that reflect all colors, as if containing all stories.
However, it was not just their forms that changed. As they stepped further into the Palace of Destiny, a strange sensation enveloped them. Their boundless individual powers, which they had understood and mastered in World D, were now neutral or temporarily gone.
Aetherius's thoughts resonated:
My foundation softened, a brief confusion as my core felt "normal." An essential, yet alien, adaptation.
Viventia felt her flow:
My flow of life became a simple pulse, an unusual gentleness. Life now felt more concise, more... ephemeral.
Harmonix felt the shift:
My absolute balance slightly shifted into a more fragile, yet intriguing, balance. A new order, where my power is no longer absolute.
Cognitus recorded the anomaly:
My library of knowledge became quieter, more focused on human physical perception. An anomaly I record without judgment. Knowledge now feels more contained.
Potentia felt the strangest sensation:
My boundless force became zero, a strange, unsettling experience, yet recorded as pure fact. An unexpected neutralization.
Chrysalis felt the stillness:
Change halted, my paradox became static, an unprecedented moment of stillness. The flow of time stopped fluctuating around me.
Scriptor felt the emptiness:
The threads of destiny became empty, a narrative yet unetched, a rare uncertainty. The story stopped moving, waiting to be rewritten.
They now stood in a vast hall within the Palace of Destiny. The light within was soft yet illuminated every corner, emanating from walls made of ethereal substance radiating constantly shifting intricate patterns. In the center of the hall, there were seven chairs made of pure light, each radiating a glow reflecting the essence of the Angel who would sit there. Aetherius's chair was solid and golden, Viventia's glowed green, and so on.
At the end of the hall, on a raised dais, stood a throne. Not a throne carved from matter, but from light so dense it appeared like black crystal absorbing all radiance, yet radiating absolute authority. And on that throne, sat an entity.
The entity was a human-like light, yet its form fluctuated, never the same. Each Angel saw it differently, according to what was in their mind or essence:
Aetherius saw it as an unwavering foundation of light, the core of all existence.
Viventia saw it as a life-giving core radiating boundless warmth.
Harmonix saw it as a perfect symbol of cosmic balance and order, the embodiment of unbreakable harmony.
Cognitus saw it as an infinite encyclopedia of light, every particle of it knowledge.
Potentia saw it as the manifestation of silent absolute force, a power beyond comprehension.
Chrysalis saw it as the midpoint of all change, the core of paradox itself, beginning and end merged.
Scriptor saw it as the unetched master narrative, a boundless scroll of destiny.
The entity slowly raised its hand, and a deep, yet silent, resonance filled the hall. It was a sound heard within the consciousness of every Angel, a sound that transcended language.
"I am Zero."
The voice, though toneless, vibrated with absolute authority, an undeniable truth. The Angels felt the core of their being tremble, acknowledging the source of all that was.
Zero continued, each "word" a wave of understanding flowing into their consciousness:
"I am the Origin. I am the will that etched existence. The Quill you know is an extension of My will. It was I who created World D."
The Angels, in their new human-like forms, felt the pieces of the puzzle of their existence fall into place. The Quill that had created them was now revealed as the manifestation of Zero's will, the Origin of everything.
Zero gazed at the seven Angels before him, his undefinable yet wise gaze enveloping them.
"You are the Pillars I etched to uphold My creation. You are the essence of World D, yet your roles transcend this realm. You are the Council who will guard all that I shall create."
A wave of information flowed from Zero into their consciousness, a vision that transcended World D.
"World D, where you awakened, is the foundation, a pure heavenly realm. However, beneath it, there will be a realm full of natural life and dynamics. Beside it, there will be a realm opposite to World D, a place where illusion and dreams reign, where reality is a reversed reflection of purity. And in the depths, there will be a realm of boundless mystery, where destinies are woven in infinite complexity."
"Each of you has a crucial role in maintaining balance and flow throughout this creation."
Aetherius, the Foundation, stepped forward, his voice now lower in his new form:
"Zero, Origin. I am Aetherius. How will this foundation support such a vast and diverse universe, transcending World D, including that opposite realm? What is my responsibility throughout this creation?"
Zero answered, his light pulsing softly:
"Aetherius, your foundation will be the anchor for all dimensions, ensuring unwavering stability. Wherever there is existence, your essence will be the bedrock."
Viventia, the Flow of Life, stepped forward, her voice soft yet full of questions:
"Zero. I am Viventia. How will life blossom in that realm full of natural dynamics? Will there be suffering? How can I nurture all of that?"
Zero answered, his light radiating warmth:
"Viventia, life will find its way, in every realm. Your task is to ensure the flow of vitality is uninterrupted, guiding growth, and nurturing cycles, even amidst challenges. Life will always find a way to blossom, and you are its guarantor."
Harmonix, the Guarantor of Alignment, stepped with balanced gait:
"Zero. I am Harmonix. How will balance be maintained among such diverse realms, with different essences, especially that opposite realm? Will there be chaos?"
Zero answered, his light rippling with perfect patterns:
"Harmonix, balance is an eternal dance between opposites. Your task is to order every duality, ensuring harmony between different realms and essences, so that none dominate, and order is maintained."
Cognitus, Knowledge, his form fluctuating gently:
"Zero. I am Cognitus. How will knowledge continue to grow and be recorded in those different realms, including the opposite one? Will there be ignorance or falsehoods? How will I understand and share all of that?"
Zero answered, his light becoming clearer:
"Cognitus, knowledge will always find its way. Your task is to record every piece of information, every memory, every language, and every morality. You are the boundless repository of wisdom, ensuring understanding will always exist, even amidst ignorance."
Potentia, Absolute Force, stepped forward, her form solid, emotionless:
"Zero. I am Potentia. How will this boundless force be managed in those more vulnerable realms? What are my limits there?"
Zero answered, his light pulsing with controlled power:
"Potentia, your force is absolute, but your will must be directed. Your task is to affirm existence, to be the driving force. Your limits are My will, and your understanding of function. Your power will shape, not just destroy, and will be affirmation wherever it is needed."
Chrysalis, Eternal Change, stepped with a fluctuating form:
"Zero. I am Chrysalis. How will change and evolution occur in those realms, including the opposite realm? Will there be irretrievable destruction? How will I manage this paradox?"
Zero answered, his light rippling with gentle shifts:
"Chrysalis, change is the true constant. Your task is to guide evolution, ensuring that every end is a new beginning, and every transformation has its purpose. You are the bridge between beginning and end, ensuring the eternal cycle continues, even amidst destruction."
Finally, Scriptor, Narrative and Destiny, stepped forward, his form serene:
"Zero. I am Scriptor. How will the grand narrative connect all realms and creatures, including the opposite and mysterious ones? Will there be unwritten destinies? What is my role in writing and erasing those destinies?"
Zero answered, his light becoming clearer and more ordered:
"Scriptor, you are the thread that binds all. Your task is to record every story, every destiny, from the smallest to the grandest, throughout My creation. You will ensure that every plot unfolds according to My will, and that every destiny, even the unwritten, has its place in this grand narrative. You are the key holder of stories."
The Seven Angels, now in their human-like forms adorned with wings, felt a profound understanding. They had received their purpose, not just for World D, but for Zero's entire creation. They were the Council who would guard all coming worlds.
Zero, the Origin, gazed at them.
"Now, you understand. Your task has begun. Go forth, and prepare yourselves. The next chapter will soon be written."
With that, Zero's light on the throne pulsed once more, and the Angels felt their powers flow back, but now with a broader understanding, and their wings radiated a stronger aura. Their human-like forms remained, as a sign of this encounter.
(SFX: A strong, harmonious hum fills the hall, like the return of power resonating with purpose. The sound of ethereal wings slowly unfurling.)
The Angels bowed deeply—almost like a reflection, not emotion—acknowledging Zero's will. They then turned, stepping out of the Palace of Destiny, ready for their new tasks.
Outside the Palace of Destiny, in the majestic sky of World D, the Quill, now the manifestation of Zero's will, pulsed. It had completed the Angels' assignment. Now, it was time for new worlds to be etched.
(SFX: A distant low thud, followed by fainter light flickers, indicating something different is beginning to form. World D's melody slowly fades, replaced by an anticipatory silence, and then... a new stroke.)
In the still untouched expanse of the void, far beneath the light of World D, the Quill began to move again. The golden ink flowed once more, forming different strokes, a structure that felt denser, more... real.
A new world was being created. A world that would later be called World N.