The Beginning

Every time people pray, a God is always born. Through the heart and soul that one prayer carries with it, the God comes forth. Nothing can determine if the God is on the side of Good or Evil, that is a choice the deity makes before it is even created.

A single prayer, however quiet it may seem, can be heard loud and clear, ringing though the cosmos above mortal's heads. If it reaches a certain place within the Universe, it shall be answered. This place is called Singularity, where all deities, Creatures and other immortals are brought forth. Where the God travels to, the place where the prayer was spoken is called the Destination.

The summoned deity, despite if it be good or evil, has to fulfill the prayer. That is the first thing any newly created God does. Nothing can come between the completion of a prayer, not even another God. This is something that cannot be avoided under any circumstances.

The travel from birth to the Destination, from a mortal's standard, is as soon as the prayer is said. For the deity though, it is longer. The journey is not navigated by the deity, but by its will. The stronger it is, the quicker it will glide through the cosmos. The sights along the way are bewildering, even to Gods. Everything held together with the heavy black blanket of space, speckled and decorated with bright stars that glimmer like precious jewels. Comets paint the black canvas with long, graceful blue and white strokes that arch majestically over, under, and in between stars and planets. White stardust glitters with light, glides mindlessly around planets, and stars. Solar systems create their own little worlds. Their creations orbit around the system's core obediently.

The beauty of space, witnessed for only a few minutes by Gods, never to see the grace of the cosmos until they are guided to the Void…

The Void. Where deceased immortals go after they are defeated either in warfare, from the infidelity of their followers, or the duplicity and betrayal from their Creature. It is a misunderstood place, not what mortals define as Heaven or Hell. It is very different. Evil Gods are not kept separate from the Good deities as one might expect. Every deity is to linger eternally, banished as it would seem. Each deity relives their memories, if they are painful ones, they feel the pain. If they are peaceful, the deity, too, feels at peace. This is why Good deities live on happily in the Void, while Evil deities are forced to relive their evil deeds and suffer the pain.

However, every God fears the Void. There is a simple explanation. No live God knows what happens within the swirling walls of the Void.

For Creatures, things are different. Yes, they are banished to the Void, but, instead of being confined there for eternity, they watch the Universe, together. Despite Evil or Good differences, Creatures wonder the cosmos happily. Sometimes they linger alone but they would soon find others. Afterdeath for a Creature seems more promising than their deities'. Nevertheless, there is, of course, an exception. If the Creature had lost their God in one way or another, and roamed the world alone but had then come across another deity or Creature, and had persisted in the annoyance, pestering or torturing of them, the Creature in question would be thrown into the Void and kept in isolation.

A Creature is born in a very different way to a God. Alas, it still takes place in the cosmos and in Singularity. It begins with the death of an animal. Any animal. Usually the spirit would rise to what mortals call Heaven or Hell. Occasionally, a random spirit is picked and is instantly taken to Singularity where it is changed into a Creature. When the spirit is ready, it starts its own journey to the Destination, not by prayer but by a child's death. This is why a God needs to nurture a Creature like a parent would a child.

The birth and death of an immortal is not an easy subject to understand. It is complex yet understandable, confusing but simple.

Rarely, there is a disruption within Singularity. This is caused by various and numerous reasons. The result is an entity, usually Creature like in form, that is twisted into a manifestation of some kind. During the journey to the Destination, these flukes of Singularity usually die or vaporize from their own insatiability. However, there are those who manage to survive and hide away, in secrecy. These beasts can look like anything and can have powers that are incomprehensible, even to a God. There is no record of a sighting or encounter with one of these, so no one can be sure exactly, if they even exist.

Through the vast silence and emptiness of Singularity… A faint but desperate prayer ripples across and spreads all around…