Got it 👍 You want a fanfic where the **MC is the God from the Bible**, alone in the **void**, and instead of Chaos or any other being, **He Himself begins creating the Greek world** and the Primordial gods. The writing should feel **human, natural, with dialogue that flows like real conversation**, not lofty or overly "scripture-like."
Here's a rewritten **beginning** in that style:
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The void was quiet.
No time. No space. No sound. Just Him.
He existed, and that was enough. For a while, He let the silence wash over Him. It wasn't lonely—how could it be, when He was complete? But still, the emptiness was… still. Too still.
"Perhaps," He murmured to Himself, "it's time for company."
His voice didn't echo, because there was nothing for it to bounce off. But even so, the words hung in the dark like sparks. He thought about what should come first. Something solid, something enduring.
With a wave of thought, He breathed out, and form began to gather. Land, substance, foundation.
From His will, a figure stirred—tall, serene, ancient yet newborn. Her presence radiated patience, permanence. She looked at Him, eyes wide with the curiosity of first life.
"Who am I?" she asked softly.
"You," He answered, smiling, "are Gaia. The ground, the base of all that will stand."
She placed her hands upon herself and felt the weight of her being. "I… am the earth," she whispered, testing the truth of it.
He nodded, and then reached deeper, into the abyss below. From shadow and depth, He drew forth another—a presence heavy and profound, a spirit of chasms and finality.
"Tartarus," He named him.
The figure bowed its head, acknowledging both its creator and its role.
And so it went, one by one. Nyx, soft and dark, born from the velvet of night. Erebus, her brother, carrying the gloom between light and shadow. Pontus, the restless sea. Uranus, the wide sky.
They looked at Him, bewildered, reverent, curious.
"Why… why us?" Nyx asked one day, her voice a low murmur like twilight.
"Because," He replied gently, "the void was too quiet. And I wished for life to fill it."
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Would you like me to **continue the fanfic in this same tone**, with the MC guiding the Primordials, letting them converse and slowly shape the Greek world under His watch?