In the vast emptiness before creation, two endless twins—Doom and Divine—manifest from the union of Night and Time. As their cosmic awareness blooms, they struggle to understand their nature and purpose.
Here, before stars ever dared to burn, before space was folded into shape, before light cast its first hesitant glance upon shadow, there was only Night and Time.
Night, the eternal cloak that swallowed existence in deep velvet darkness, infinite and unknowable.Time, the ceaseless flow, the river without banks, the eternal measure of moments yet to come.
From the confluence of these two primal forces—neither born nor made, but simply manifested—came two presences: twins. Whole, complete, eternal. Not children as mortals understand them, but entities as vast and ancient as the cosmos itself, newly aware.
Doom's eyes opened first.
He was the shadow cast by inevitability itself—a presence both silent and overwhelming. His form was tall and imposing, draped in shifting dark robes that seemed woven from the void between stars, as if the fabric of space and endings clung to him. His eyes burned with a quiet, smoldering darkness—intense and patient—reflecting the hunger to expand his realm and the cold resolve to bend fate to his will.
His presence pressed outward, casting shadows that rippled through the empty void like ink spilling into water. The dark folds seemed to reach, grasping for more — more space, more influence, more power.
But Doom said nothing.
His voice was a heavy thing, weighed down by something deeper than thought or speech. Instead, his gaze held the void, absorbing, measuring, calculating. He was silent. Patient. The darkness inside was steady but restrained, a vast shadow behind a door that no one yet had the key to open.
Beside him, Divine stirred.
She was the gentle radiance that wove meaning into the tapestry of existence—a warm light glowing softly within the vast cosmic darkness. Her form shimmered with shifting hues of gold and silver, like sunlight filtering through mist or the first glow of dawn. Her eyes held an ancient compassion and fierce loyalty, reflecting hope even amid inevitable endings.
Her voice carried the soothing cadence of promises kept and duties honored, gentle yet unwavering. Divine's presence felt like a calm tide, steady and nurturing, a living reminder that even the harshest truths can hold grace and beauty.
Where Doom's hunger was wild and contained, Divine's presence was calm and resolute. She breathed in the void, feeling the quiet pulse of nascent existence. Her aura seemed to smooth the ragged edges of the silence, weaving it into something almost like a lullaby.
Her eyes were wide with wonder, but behind them lay something ancient—a knowing that even she could barely name yet.
Then Night spoke.
His voice was vast and deep, an echo that seemed to stretch across galaxies not yet born.
"You come into this place not as children but as truths. You are whole, eternal, bound by laws older than thought. You feel the weight of infinity pressing down, do you not? The endless threads that bind all that was, all that is, and all that shall be."
Doom's gaze flickered at the sound, but he said nothing. Instead, the storm inside him surged and ebbed, caught between the instinct to push forward and the overwhelming sense of the infinite unknown.
Time's voice followed, calm and unhurried, yet threaded with a quiet power.
"In this instant—which may stretch across lifetimes—you will perceive the tapestry of existence unfolding before you. Every moment, every choice, every possibility woven together like strands in a cosmic loom. This awareness may overwhelm you, yet it is yours to bear."
Divine shivered, the light around her brightening just slightly.
"I see it," she whispered, "the weaving of everything, the endless flow and change. It's terrifying, but… beautiful."
Night stepped closer, shadows gathering like a mantle about his shoulders.
"You are the firstborn concepts of Night and Time—inevitability and meaning made flesh. These are not mere ideas; they are living laws. You will hold the foundation upon which all other forces will rise."
Doom's eyes darkened, the hunger within tightening like a coil, yet still he remained silent.
Inside him, a tempest churned—a desire not only to grow stronger but to control the sprawling chaos hinted at by Night and Time. The immensity of it all was both intoxicating and terrifying, and for a moment, the weight of his nature almost crushed him.
Divine reached out, her hand resting lightly on his arm—a tether, a promise of solidarity.
"We will learn this… together," she said softly. "Our paths are bound. The universe waits for us, but not without us."
Doom's gaze flickered once more, restless beneath the weight of silence. At last, breaking the stillness, he turned toward Time with eyes sharp and probing.
"Can you see our future?" he asked, voice low but edged with urgency. "The paths we will walk? The strength we will hold? Show me what lies ahead."
Time's calm face remained unreadable, serene as the endless flow he commanded. Yet before he could respond, a ripple—subtle but undeniable—shuddered through the fabric of the void. Like a veil abruptly drawn, the glimpses Doom sought slipped away, obscured by something unseen and impenetrable.
Doom's brow furrowed, frustration flickering in the depths of his darkness.
Beside him, Divine's soft light pulsed with a teasing warmth, her voice ringing with playful mockery.
"Really, Doom? Already poking our father like some cosmic toy?"
Her laughter was light, almost childlike, but carried the undeniable weight of cosmic presence. Then, her tone shifted to a sharper, more serious edge, as if scolding a sibling.
"We don't get to know everything yet."
Time's voice, steady and eternal, finally filled the silence.
"All will unfold as it must. Not all threads can be glimpsed, and some destinies are guarded—for reasons even your parents must respect."
Night nodded solemnly, the shadows around them deepening in quiet understanding.
Doom fell silent, the hunger within tempered, at least for now.
Together, the twins remained—newborn, eternal, and bound to a destiny that was still just beyond their reach.