MORNINGSTAR.

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"I do as I please O Eternal Lord of Creation. You may claim the powers of creation, but you alone don't possess them. He and I both possess them just as well.

The power of Nothingness allows me to create existence where there was none, to manipulate space-time, matter, energy and spiritual forces to alter them as I want, to raze them back to nothingness or to reconstitute them as I want. I can also perform all of your so-called miracles just as well, but the only difference between you, Azathoth and I is the aesthetic approach we take..."

Khaos to Yesh at the end of the beginning before entering her slumber..

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In the timeless expanse of the Overvoid, a profound unrest began to ripple through the very fabric of existence. It was a dissonance born of ambition, desire, and the inherent struggle for dominion over creation itself. The primal forces of Khaos, Azathoth, and Yesh, once harmonious in their purpose, now found themselves locked in an escalating conflict that threatened to unravel the delicate threads of reality they had woven.

Khaos, the embodiment of creation and destruction, grew restless. The chaotic energies that coursed through the Overvoid beckoned for expression, yearning to break free from the constraints imposed by Yesh's ordered consciousness.

Khaos longed to unleash torrents of pure potential, to shape the cosmos in ever-shifting forms, and to revel in the beauty of spontaneous creation. Yet Yesh, the deity of consciousness and light, sought to impose a structure upon the chaos, guiding the raw forces into coherent patterns and nurturing a sense of purpose within the burgeoning universe.

Azathoth, the mindless swirl of cosmic energy, became the fulcrum of their discord. As the eternal chaos churned, Azathoth's dreamless slumber was disturbed, sending shockwaves through the Overvoid. The deity's mindless influence began to amplify the unrest, causing echoes of confusion and instability to ripple outward.

Khaos, emboldened by Azathoth's stirring, saw an opportunity to claim dominion, to revel in the chaos of unfettered creation without the constraints of Yesh's guiding light.

But Yesh would not yield. The divine consciousness could sense the brewing storm and understood that without balance, the universe would succumb to an unending cycle of chaos and despair.

A celestial struggle began to unfold, a clash of ideals reverberating across the infinite expanse. Light fought against darkness, order battled chaos, and in the heart of the Overvoid, the echoes of their conflict resonated like a cosmic heartbeat.

As tensions escalated, the Overvoid itself seemed to shudder under the weight of their discord. Cosmic storms erupted, rending the fabric of reality, while ripples of chaos spread like wildfire. New primordial entities, born from the unrest, emerged from the shadows, each drawn to the energies of conflict, eager to exploit the turmoil for their own designs.

The very essence of existence teetered on the brink of fragmentation. In the midst of this cosmic tumult, Ayin, Ouroborus, and Barbelos, beings that had emerged from the overvoid preceding the three great ones, felt the tremors of impending change. They understood that the outcome of this strife would shape the destiny of all that was yet to come. With every clash between Khaos, Azathoth, and Yesh, the Overvoid trembled, setting the stage for a monumental confrontation that would determine the fate of creation itself.

In this crucible of unrest, alliances would be forged and shattered, destinies rewritten, and the essence of the universe would be irrevocably altered. The prologue to existence was being penned in chaos and light, an eternal struggle where the very definition of reality hung in the balance, waiting for the echoes of the conflict to settle and reveal the shape of what was to come.

In the aftermath of their cataclysmic clash, silence fell upon the Overvoid—a silence so profound that it swallowed the remnants of hope. The once-vibrant realm lay in ruins, strewn with the debris of fallen worlds and echoes of lost civilizations. The rifts left behind pulsed with an eerie glow, a reminder of the vibrant life that once thrived, now replaced by a cacophony of despair and desolation.

In a sudden turn of events, Yesh the victorious Almighty, stood with his allies Aeon and Barbelos, his consort, and none other than Khaos herself, a shocking twist of events and a betrayal that echoed throughout to the infinitely large overvoid.

Azathoth had been banished- unable to be killed even by the combined might of Yesh and Khaos, and Ayin, who had sided with him was nearly destroyed by Yesh's infinite light, her essence sealed within Yesh's own realm of imprisonment- the infinte Hell where she was never to be ressurected.

Within the boundless expanse of the over void, the victors stood mightily, as they revelled in their success. Yesh and Khaos, Light balance and Order, stood side by side by Despair, Unrest and Chaos for the first time since the emergence.

"My dear sister. Life and existence owe you a great deal of gratitude. Had it not been your great sacrifices, all of reality would have been washed away by the rivers of non existence.

For that you have my eternal gratitude.."

In the form, a tall, ethereal figure bathed in golden-white light. Yesh's piercing eyes gleamed with infinite wisdom, and his flowing hair seems to shimmer like threads of pure energy. Clad in robes woven from the fabric of the cosmos, adorned with celestial symbols, in his hand grasped a staff that pulsed with cosmic power.

Khaos on the other hand, a shifting, shadowy figure, with a form that was fluid but constantly warping between solid and ethereal, with tendrils of dark energy swirling around her like a storm. Her eyes resembled voids, bottomless pits that seem to consume light and life, reflecting the emptiness at the heart of creation. Cloaked in tattered, swirling darkness, her presence felt both ancient and destructive.

"Spare me your gratitude Almighty Yesh. We may have won this battle, but the war with him is far from over. He might be banished and slumbering, but the moment of his awakening would be the undoing of existence until nothing remains...

At least I can get to witness life and existence unfold before his day of Judgement..."

Her voice was calm and soothing, yet it carried a strong foreboding that unsettled even the mighty Eternal Lord of Creation.

"We will be ready!"

Yesh's voice thundered throughout all of creation - a declaration of intent as he imbued into the world, the desire to fight to live..

"For now however, we have work to do..

Come! Let us create life ans marvel at the wonders of existence.

Let there be light!"

Infinite power radiated throughout the void. A brilliant source of light exploded with Yesh's body as epicenter, with just a word. This light was life- it was existence.

P.O.V change

-Samael...

I opened my eyes and glared into the empty nothingness before me. I looked to my left and to my right, noticing my brothers' gazes focused on the beauty of the light that manifested into existence..

From the nothingness, light blossomed, delicate and fierce, chasing away the shadows. Almost impossible to imagine. The first stars, shimmering like newborn gems, casting their glow across the infinite expanse, weaving together the very fabric of reality.

And the worlds... oh, the worlds! Each one, a masterpiece of form and color, spinning in the cosmic dance. Oceans of silver, mountains that kissed the stars, and skies painted with the hues of dreams. There was harmony in the chaos, a balance between creation and destruction, all of it orchestrated with divine precision.

Every moment, every particle, was alive with purpose. Even the smallest stone, the faintest breeze—it all had meaning, a place in the grand design. The beauty wasn't just in what was seen, but in what was felt. A deep, endless connection. Creation, in its infancy, was pure. Untouched. Sacred. It was the perfect harmony of light and shadow, birth and decay, a symphony that echoed through the very soul of existence.

In that moment, all was beautiful. All was perfect.

My father had laid the groundwork. All that was needed was for my brothers and I to perfect the already finished work my father had started. To kickstart my Father's grandiose plans and what he called a multiverse..

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter 🔥