The Universe
Chapter 1: Creation.
Before the dawn of time, there was an eternal being. Creative, wonderful, loving, and all-powerful, this being dreamt of a world that he could call his prized creation, and walk with them in harmony for all eternity. And so the being created the universe, with the Earth and its planetary siblings, as well as many hundreds of thousands of galaxies and other planets. But the being held Earth as his most prized planet, hailing it as a world after his own mind, inhabited by beings made in his own image whom he called humans. To lead them and take care of his planet, he placed a powerful guardian named Trigon in charge of it. This is where our story begins.
The sun rose over the luscious green plains and rolling hills of Earth, awakening its inhabitants. Birds chirped and soared through the sky, and land animals foraged for food. A cool breeze swept across the landscape and rustled the trees of massive forests, mixing in with the warm day to create the perfect temperature. In a large city called Azarath which was built in flat, fertile farmlands, humans arose to begin their day. Coming out of their homes, they greeted one another with love as though they were their own kin, and children ran out to play with friends, resuming their games and activities as if they hadn't even stopped to sleep the day before. These people were happy, content, and desiring to grow and learn. They knew nothing of war, death, famine, disease, and any other forms of suffering. Life was beautiful and perfect, just the way it was purposed to be made.
Out at the gates of Azarath, a powerful representative of the eternal being, whose name was Trigon, breathed in the fresh air of the morning as he walked into the grand downtown of Azarath. The white, marble buildings with golden lining shined brightly in the sunlight, and many of the children were in the streets playing with their magic, a power bestowed upon the universe that allowed one unlock its deepest secrets. Trigon smiled at the happiness and pleasantry, and it warmed his heart to see the joy in the children's faces. He went to the Grand Temple to meet with the eternal being, whom of which became known to his people as the Creator.
Trigon was a tall, muscular man with white skin and slicked back dark hair. He had blues eyes, and wore a white Toga and a pair of sandals. As he approached his place of meeting with the Creator, he bowed before a golden, shining altar. The Creator walked down to him, and Trigon arose to me him, "Hello, master. Another wonderful day to walk with your creation, don't you think? The people have been gathering together supplies in preparation for a new journey Westward. They plan to make a new city there, and asked me to beseech your blessing on their travels." Trigon said. The Creator, clothed in white robes and glowing brightly, smiled, "I have come for that very reason, old friend. Afterwards, I wish to go out with them to where they seek to settle, so that I can bless the land even further. Ah, this world will be so wonderful when they're done!" The Creator said with great joy as he walked with Trigon out of the temple and to where the people were preparing.
As they walked, the Creator felt something arise inside of Trigon's heart. He looked over to him, "Trigon? Why do you feel this way?" He asked. Trigon was surprised at the Creator's sudden question, "What do you mean, master?"
"Trigon. I can see into your heart. Lying will not hide anything from me."
Trigon became defensive, "I have nothing to hide, master! I am content with all that we have, and the kingdom you have given me. Now, let us make haste! The people await!" He said, and he moved forward, far ahead of the Creator. Once he felt far enough away that he was safe, he took in a deep breath and calmed himself down. He had thought that his power was strong enough to hide his feelings, but to his dismay it was not. He had failed to hide his true feeling, that of which was jealousy in his heart, and he had felt this for some time.
When Trigon and the Creator reached the people, The Creator raised his hands and spoke to them, "Citizens of Azarath! I have heard that you wish to embark upon a new journey West, and that you wish my blessing upon you! Well, not only will you have my blessing, but also you will have my company all the way! For I have made plans to join you as you cross the landscape of Earth! We shall go forth as soon as you all are ready!" When the Creator finished, the people cheered and leapt for joy. But in their moment of happiness and splendor, Trigon couldn't help but feel jealous of the Creator's power.
