It began, with the sound of time, ticking…
The Multiverse….
Divided into 4 universes, they flow with life today, with battles between races, good and evil, right and wrong, the people's teachings spread to those they want, the blood they spill is their own choice…
This is about before all that.
There was a void of nothing.
Well, not entirely, but before, there was nothing in existence in this space, eternal black, a hole almost, in the forever expanding Omniverse.
There was now something though. A tiny glitter of light in the center. Colours that forever changed from it, blinking into existence.
One figure was there, watching this distant light, wearing a cloak, human in shape, noticing he was alone, but the light, it called him here.
New life was about to come into existence here.
Death, within his black cloak carrying his scythe, had appeared and watched as the Multiverse was finally born from a single spark in the darkness of all. He watched as an array of colours and energy swarmed around him, and eventually, all this mass of energy formed into a single, blue orb, in the dark…
For Death, this wasn't his first Multiverse. This was his eighth one to be precise. Seven other Multiverses across the great void of the Omniverse he has watched over. All with cycles, all with beings great and small.
Except for one. That really didn't get off the ground that well. Twenty cycles of animals, rarely a sentient being. He remembered that his form for that Multiverse was a five legged pitch black insect with red glaring eyes and could only speak by clicking his mandibles.
Job's a job though. He had to do it regardless if he disliked it. It was the natural order that he existed for. He remembers when he first came to be, and that first Multiverse he was assigned to. Being a machine on a skeleton horse…it was, interesting.
This eighth one was the first time he had ever met another Death. He had competition to claim the position of…well…Death. Both appeared the same, both had scythes, a black cloak, skeletal bodies...
They had a quick heated moment debating the colour of the infinite void of the Omniverse. That Death claimed it was black, while this Death claimed it was Blue. They stopped when they agreed that it was at least blue on the outside, at least.
That other Death eventually chose to depart to find a new Multiverse to work at after losing to a game called 'poker', something it learnt from its previous Multiverse, which suffered a major collapse when it's creating force was wiped out in the midst of a new cycle being made.
It looked to this Death. "THERE IS ANOTHER I SHALL VENTURE TO. IT AWAITS IT'S BIRTH. IT IS CLOSE BY."
"IT WON'T GET MIXED UP WITH THIS ONE WILL IT? THIS ONE IS GOING TO NEED SOME SPACE I FEEL. FOUR TO EIGHT?" This Death asked.
" I SENSE THERE IS PLENTY OF SPACE BETWEEN THEM. I'M SURE IT WILL NOT. LEAST I HOPE NOT. I DON'T FEEL LIKE TRYING TO EXPLAIN THAT LEVEL OF MISHAP TO THE ONE. I MET ANOTHER DEATH BEFORE, SHE HAD THAT OCCUR. UGLY BUSINESS. SHE HAD TO SET GROUND RULES AND LINES TO MARK WHERE THAT DEATH COULD HARVEST SOULS AND WHERE SHE COULD."
This Death rubbed his chin for a moment. "WELL IF IT DOES HAPPEN, DO YOU THINK TECHNICAL SUPPORT WILL FIX IT FOR US?"
"I DOUBT IT. FAREWELL."
As Death watched his companion leave, he looked to himself. When he first arrived, he was giant blue hairy spider, the size of a Bargzaualgouliom…a species from the previous Multiverse he belonged to. To this Multiverse, he was about the size of a bus. A few mili-seconds of arriving here, it changed.
He enjoyed this new form more, this…four limbed shape. Two legs, two arms, a single head, and a simple chest, with ribs, and a hip. The cloak was something he felt comfortable with, and the scythe, well, he used to have one back in the fifth Multiverse he lived in. He liked it. The blue glow he had in the eye sockets were a remnant from his spider shape, as he used to have twenty glowing eye sockets.
And the language he spoke, was simple, yet could be adjusted to any tone. He liked it. Much better than trying to screech at everything to get your message across or telepathic, god the headaches. Using his powers to speak instead of his mind only was a positive step. He looked to his hands.
These were especially useful for holding the paper cards during that game of poker.
Now, he had his next mission to complete. Certain there was no other Deaths coming to try and stake a claim, he raised one hand outwards towards the blue orb, and slowly, strings of pure, multi coloured energy flowed out of him, into the orb, filling it with numerous colours, swirling within, glowing brighter and brighter.
He lowered his hand down, and spoke. "LIFE WILL EXIST."
The faintest popping sound. So faint that nothing should be able to hear it, and yet, he did, like a bubble popping. Something had appeared, before the orb. A teal coloured, rocky crystal, that weakly glowed in comparison to the creation behind it.
Death knew what it was.
The first of existence. And with each one he had seen before, the first lifeform shall spawn from it.
As if on cue, to Deaths point of view, the orb behind it finally erupted, a bright, powerful white light, as if pushing away the darkness.
The light carried little heat, a slight warmth, and no force behind it, but what appeared afterwards, marked the start at last. A blanket of stars, formed out of the darkness, was all around them, numerous colours, shapes and sizes, all constantly moving, trying to find form, a purpose.
Before him, the crystal was now surrounded by a fiery blue glow, as it floated there. Death slowly approached it, and put his skeletal hand on the crystal.
"I AM DEATH. YOU ARE LIFE. FROM YOUR ESSENCE, YOUR FORM, WE SHALL BEGIN. YOUR NAME…"
The glow became stronger from the fires, making the Crystal seemingly disappear within the flames.
"…SHALL BE AZRAEL."