There was light. Everywhere. Everything was white, with no grounds or ceilings or walls. The blinding light stretched on forever, with no intention of stopping. In the middle it was concentrated, brighter, stronger, the source of the light. And next to it, in the palm of an outstretched tendril of light, there was a spark. A spark of darkness. Suddenly it burned, becoming a flame, spreading throughout, trying to conquer the everlasting light. But it could not invade the small ball of light, with tendrils seeping off of it. It grew, then, into a humanoid shape, radiating power, absolute sentience. It had no distinctive features, it had two arms, two legs, a head, and a neck, and hands, and feet. The darkness was then lit by sparkling dots, strewn throughout. The light of The Source dimmed. And then came color. The dots of light broke, and colors ensued. They formed great globes, and huge rocks, and burning stars. The light of The Source dimmed further. Then everything swirled around, and motion was born. And then, an explosion. An explosion, to strew these clumps and dots so tightly bunched around The Source. His light dimmed even more. And finally, the materials were laid out. Through the most frantic parts, an entity emerged. One, modeled after the original source. And there, where there was stillness, another emerged. Chaos and Order. Yet the light could only reach so far. At the end of that, walls were made. And beyond that, The Hole was brought into creation. An empty void, where there were no means of surviving, where souls went to die. Inside these walls, a place that could birth life was born. Then, matter was attracted toward itself. It selectively grouped together, forming the realms. These groups were sectioned off by simply the darkness of The Hole. They were joined to the others by one single entrance, all of them interconnected, with only a single path there. Thus, the entirety of the Universe was made. Consisting of realms, those realms consisting of their own miniature universes. Those universes harboring solar systems, and stars, and asteroids. And now, the light of the Source grew dimmer than ever. From The Hole, the concept of Destruction was formed, made into a living entity. The Hole itself became sentient, and it formed itself an embodiment, one known as The Executioner. It was more powerful than everything but The Source. But the darkness still spread. At the ever-growing edges of The Hole, there was light to be seen. The darkness tried to conquer it but it would never be done. Eternity was born. One of The Seven Sentient Beings, the most powerful beings in the universe. And so, Chaos and Order and Destruction and The Executioner and Eternity were formed. But there were still two remaining. Apokalypse and Creation. The Source created one entity, to destroy the realms, imbued with the most evil parts of The Source, and another imbued with its great power to rebuild them. By now, The Source had almost faded. And so, it left, away to The Light, outside of The Hole. And there, it stayed to regain its strength. But the whole time it monitored the works of its greatest creation. And then, it realized it flaw. Apokalypse was unstoppable. He would destroy Creation, and so, they needed a savior. So, The Source put all the power he had left, to do one thing. To be reborn. Be reborn, stripped of its complete powers, to save the world. It would be born as a normal person, gaining its powers and previous memories over the course of its life. And so, a fraction of The Source departed. The Soul. The body remained, still gathering its strength. And the Soul would go to be reborn over and over again. The Soul would never have its full powers, The Source locked those away, never to be used again. So, The all-mighty Source became a simple human being. And when the time would come, The Source would lend its powers to The Soul, to destroy everything, and rebuild. So, it became dormant, the last bit of it, without any memories or powers, in a desperate gamble to stop Apokalypse.
