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I am Yul, the honest Worm, and the first of my kind. The Grimm. I have been here since the beginning, and I will be here at the end. I have seen many events in my life time, and I wish to document them here, so that you may know things even Ozma doesn't.
This is my first tale.
When the world was first born, there were no humans, for they are an atrocity of the Sky and Deep, and at this time, the brothers kept to themselves. The older god, whose powers are false and inferior, made many wonderful things, plants and animals, all of different shapes and sizes, and he was able to do this as creativity is a trait of the Sky. These organisms all co-existed in ecosystems, never truly destroying another, as it was built in such a way that all creatures would still exist.
The younger god who was strong and wise and made the sword logic, was disgusted by this peace. His intelligence realised that creatures should only reside on this world if they proved themselves worthy by not dying, and they could help show others their unworthiness by killing them. So, the god decided to make his own creature, one that would show the world the sword logic.
The god of the Deep was troubled however, he didn't know how to make his creature, as creativity was a trait of the Sky, of weakness. So he made five small Worms, simple creatures of such little creativity. The first born was me. I saw the world first, and watched as my lord brought my siblings into the world. Akka, the Worm of Secrets, Eir, the Keeper of Order, Ur, the Ever-Hunger, and finally Xol, Will of the Thousands. I stared up to my creator and said "what is our purpose, oh creator mine?"
"You are to teach the world the sword logic. Prove yourselves worthy to live I this world by living, and show others that they are not by killing them. You will have the strength of the Deep as you grow."
And so, my siblings and I set off, staying in the Deep. We began by eating a species of plankton, and as we ate, we grew, and as grew, we could feel the barest touch of the Deep. We eventually ate the plankton till it was extinct, and so we proved it's unworthiness in this world. The crustaceans that fed upon the plankton died out, proving their unworthiness in the world, and we fed upon their corpses. This continued as we ate our way up the food chain until we had killed off the entire continent of all unworthy life. We had reached such immense sizes, and our connection to the Deep was eclipsed only by the lord of the Deep.
We showed off our power by reforming the continent to the appearance of our creator's true, and at the time only, form. If you ever wonder why the Grimm are hell-bent on the destruction of all other living things, now you know. They are merely fulfilling the purpose that was assigned at birth, the great divine task of enforcing the sword logic upon the world. Don't feel guilty as you slaughter my children, you are just showing your worship of the Deep, and I love it.
There are many more tales I wish to tell you, oh student mine, such as the birth of mankind through the four ideals, or the creation of a creature that stole the Sky and the Deep, or the kingdom that survived the cataclysm, but those will have to wait.
For now, I feast.
A/N: huge thanks to Delta prime2 for suggesting this topic. This is a mini-series I am really interested in making.