brilliance
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Somewhere at the beginning of a new world, in the middle of a galaxy that isn't quite as small as it feels, Arceus rests and watches as the crust of a small - truly miniscule, barely worth his time - planet forms into ground and an atmosphere is shaped around it. The tiny planet is just far away enough, just close enough, to the mother star to be warm and thrive in the galaxy that is Arceus' home, never particularly invading but still demanding attention.
In the blink of an eye (to Arceus, at least), there are creatures there. Creatures that walk on two legs and four legs and even six or eight or ten. They are odd little things: pale, tan, fleshy, skeleton-like. Every single one of those creatures is different, and the god appreciates the diversity. He affectionately dubs the weakest of the creatures - those two-legged ones, with the odd hovels and funny-looking faces - humans, and spends much of his time observing them. Perhaps it is his curiosity to see how the runts of the batch shape up to become stronger, but their intelligence intrigues him; he spends many a decade, which pass as a few mere grains of sand in his internal hourglass, pondering how far they might make it before their world is destroyed by a meteor mash gone astray or even a solar flare that reaches just too far out for them to survive.
However, even as those diminutive humans wander about on their world's surface - Earth, as he often hears them call it - Arceus decides that he likes these humans, and what he likes he keeps. Most times that a crisis occurs in their eyes, even if it is a mere mishap for him, he fixes their issue, and they rejoice, but they will never know that he has saved all of their lives merely due to interest and boredom. He is their god, and they are, in a way, his creations; while he enjoys watching them, going about life as though it is meaningful, as though they are making a difference for the greater good of the universe (Arceus scoffs at the thought), they are still so useless, and they cost him time and energy to look after.
Of course, when those pesky humans begin to take control of those other creatures amongst them - those Pokémon, as they call their fellow inhabitants - Arceus' interest is renewed.
Maybe it is his own brilliance, always overshadowing their own, but at the end of a day that has made no mark on the god's life, Arceus takes his place by the asteroid belt and laughs, because that is all that a god is to do when he is faced with affection for a litter of fools.
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A/N: Yeah! Okay! Hopefully that was good. Maybe. Maybe not. I dunno. You decide.
I put it under 'Family' because honestly, other than 'Spiritual', I didn't see it going anywhere else. And Arceus IS their creator; that's a bit like parenthood, right? /nope/
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