"You can't be serious.." the Master of the Eastern Worlds of Everything and Nothing said with slight disbelief as he heard of the request from the leader of the group that he belonged to.

He was a man that dressed in the fashion of a Chinese martial arts master, a mostly black with some white garb. He had long black hair that was tied in a long braid that hung behind him.

"I am quite serious about my request," the Master of the Crossworlds of Everything and Nothing stated, no amount of humor leaking into his voice.

This was a man that wore a doctor's lab coat over a blue polo shirt while wearing brown pants and leather shoes. He even had a stethoscope handing from his neck, and a first aid kit hanging from his belt.

"But it has technically never been done before," the Master of the Western Worlds of Everything and Nothing said, "We know not what could happen, or would happen for that matter. We know not how it could affect all that we are, were, and will be."

This member of the group of FIVE had short gelled light brown hair and wore a business suit of the most exquisite and expensive of makes. Custom tailored to fit him, and only him. Black leather shoes adorned his feet to match with the whole professional look and feel about him.

"He has made his decision," the Master and Guardian of the Gate of Entrance, which was the gate through which all new Ideas or all things new flowed into to join with Everything and Nothing, stated monotonously, "Who are we truly to hinder him. I shall personally aid him in this project of his, by monitoring the influx of Ideas as well as any bursts of fracturing in Everything and Nothing."

This was a man shrouded in nothing but black garments, his long black bangs hid his face from view, the only features visible to those that gazed upon his face were his pulsating gold outlined crimson eyes.

"I second the motion to let him do as he pleases," the fifth member of the group and the one who had the youngest of voices, the Master and Guardian of the Gate of Exit, through which all things eventually left through to become nothing or be recycled back to into new ideas once more, "I shall monitor that which removes itself from Everything and Nothing. I shall further monitor the stability of All Things."

Think of a child that is garbed in a robe of shadows and stars, a child in features and manner of motion, yet that the same time bellies in all other movement an agelessness that should not be sensed or felt coming from one with such a youngish form. Sitting patiently at his side is his ever present companion the wolf-formed "the End and the Void". This wolfish creature can be likened to the hound of Ragnarok.

"Fine..I'll help as well," the Easterner said, "I shall restrict a fifth of your hold of Everything and Nothing, you shall be as a lesser power in this world of your creation for I refuse to play host to any project you deem worthy of suddenly springing on us FIVE."

"I shall grant you the same courtesy, while at the same time refuse the use of one of my already pre-existing worlds," the Westerner stated, conceding in the granting of his support of the undertaking, "I shall also restrict your power further, to the point that you shall be little more than a lesser god. That should keep the sum of Everything and Nothing from collapsing in and on itself."

"Very well then," the man that was the master of the nexus of worlds said, "Let us begin with our conjuring, our imagining, our creating. Let us begin the creation of this world I shall reside in for a smattering of time before returning to this plane of existence amongst you, my brethren.."

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They envisioned a world similar to most any other world that can be compared to this world that we live in. This Earth. But at the same time it was different, it held within it things that were more than meets the eye.

It was a world that matched its main creator in name. It was a crossover of many worlds, but mostly those of fantastical realms.

It was a world befitting of Crius Crossworld.

He was Crius Crossworld, or Crius of the Crossworlds, the Nexus of All Worlds, or the Nexus of All Realities, there were a bunch of other names for what he was master and supreme ruler of as well as his position among THOSE FIVE.

At the beginning, the early stages, of this world, he was the most powerful of all the gods. But as time passed or moved forward his power eventually started to wane. It was as his comrades had said, they would restrict his power, power that was kept limited in the immortal shell that he resided in while in this world of his partial creation.

Greek, Norse, Roman, Catholic, Hindu, Taoist, and whole host of other pantheons of varying polytheistic and monotheistic religions, came and went. Their existences and lives spanning as long and short as the existence of their believers, sometimes returning from the great beyond a few times when enough belief returned to the world, enough for them to return to some semblance of power over things.

But he was different in this world. He was one of the Primary Creators and thus immune to the need for belief to power him. He simply existed and lived in the world once the initial creation stages of life and the world had passed.

He lived and aged, slower than the world around him though, as ages passed him by. He moved from one place to another as the decades turned to centuries and the centuries into millenniums.

For it was not a vacation that he created the world, there was an ulterior purpose, a motive of his own for the world's creation.

He sought out to create a latest addition to his own archive of stories, his own addition to a great number of Ideas that had, in recent memory, joined a greater number.

This latest addition was a soul, a soul who was mortal yet had enough power to be hailed as a god. He would age as any mortal would, but would live a lot longer than most mortals and those that fashioned themselves as immortal, but he would eventually die.

This soul would be like a reincarnation of the power that Crius had been allowed to take with him when he joined the lifestream of this world of his partial creation. Like a reincarnation in the sense that he would eventually live alongside this soul of his choosing or creation and die within that soul's eleventh year of life, or so.

Crius never did bother to tell his comrades what he had planned with this soul, this mortal that would house the power of a god. Though he hadn't needed to tell them with words as his facial expression before journeying off into this adventure of his gave them all the information they needed, as well as all the warning they needed for the potential chaos that was to come.

As he was a creator, it stood to reason that his creation would be a destroyer to balance him out.

A potential end of the world, a potential harbinger of Armageddon.

He didn't know when exactly or where he would meet this soul that held within himself, for he was sure that it would be a he that wielded his power, all he was sure of, aside from the gender, was that they would eventually meet and he would have just enough time to tutor this soul in the use of his gift of godliness.