Hey, Guys!
I felt I could to a little better with this, so I rewrote somethings.
And I am aware of the conflicting histories, but I don't care. It's your choice to think about how it'll fit.
Beyond the parts of the visible islands in an ocean of void that is the universe, there sits something that breathes discord and ungodliness. Idly sitting in a seat of empty space, relaxed yet ponderingly, it shifts it's breath in puffs of malignant potency swirling through space till it engulfs an unsuspecting world.
This being is GOLB.
Before there was time, before there was anything, there was nothing. And before there was nothing, before the first universe, before the concept of light and dark itself, there was the birth of GOLB.
With the birth of the Original Being, his breathe gave the nothing form, gave it the energy and elements of all things, singing an evergrowing song of life. Then the song would quiet and the form would rot away, but GOLB kept breathing and with each breathe the song and form would grow bigger and louder until they grew into the first universe.
The first universe was chaotic and filled with discord, an ever persistent yet stalemated battle where each army crashed into one another like a thundering ocean of planets, the stars burned and the galaxies spun, a neverending cosmic storm.
Then the storm quieted, the ocean grew calm, the stars burned quiet, and the spinning galaxies slowed.
A new concept was born, not of chaos but calmness, not of loudness but silence, where the things born from the planets and stars could see an idea where they could be more than machines, Order.
Those born of the stars wished to have those who live to have lives long and prosperous not short and shed with blood, to build not destroy. They were the Lords of Order. They taught all living things of the stars and the ethereal that flowed through to shape their world as they chose. For a time, all was peaceful and serene, the first race to take to the stars, the Ceimari, built grand cities of starlight with technology that was undistinguishable from magic, where they did nothing but flourish. The Ceimari found many other realms birthing from GOLB's breathe, theirs lives extended to indefinite, their loyalty to the Lords of Order undying.
The Ceimari were an odd race, they were white humanoids that were absolutely angelic, they wore armor of light and gold, their eyes gleaming like the stars of the universe. If any human were to see a Ceimari, they would not ever able to shake the awe they saw in this race of angels.
Through many years, the Ceimari became masters of crafting life. Grown in crystal pods or enchanced by the apothecaries of science, race after race were born from the Ceimari, viewing them as gods. In time, many Ceimari grew arrogant and careless, creating the Seeds of Life, pods of pure genetic potency that would collect data from the planet and created a race that would be best suited to live on said planet.
Hundreds of races grew for the planets beyond the longest of reaches, expanding their empire beyond what eyes could see. The Ceimari then had their labor done with robots of self-repairing crystal, causing them to grow decadent and apathic in unimaginable luxury. For one trillion years, their empire was left unchallenged with the angelic beings living as gods.
Then came the Negrul.
Tall, spindling humanoids with a gaping maw on a featureless face, a waxy chrome carapace, a rose-like heart with tubular cartilage veins carrying grey pulping ichor, clustered circulatory of an electrical fluid acting as nerves, multiple redundant organs and veins, large heat, light, and sound detecting 'sensors' in their muscles acting as sight and hearing, a series of tumor-ish sacks contain pluripotent cells, and odd wire like hair. Should they be threatened, their veins extend outwards firing a corrosive liquid filled with enzymes.
Their race filled with loathing, as while they built many great cities with wonderous technology, they would stare up to the cities of starlight with nothing but contempt and jealousy. The planet they grew from orbited a green star unquiescing it in radiation, cursing them with short lives and shorter hopes. Their tombs outsized and outweighed their cities and their pleas for the secrets of everlasting life was laughed off by the Ceimari and their allies, with their contemptment grown into animosity, they swore holy revenge on the followers of Order.
The Negrul quickly realized, through a landslide defeat, that despite that they were able to take to the stars, manually conquering every planet of an empire that had much more advanced technology was absolutely improbable and tedious, so they planned a superweapon of sorts to slay the Ceimari.
They soon discover a planet in vast edges of the universe coated in a veil of blackness, the surface filled obsidian mountains and tar-like water, the clouds storming with booming claps and crimson lighting. They found no sapience nor sentience, so the planet was soon mined dry of this blackness and taken to the Negrul for study.
They found that the blackness responded to and molded itself around their animosity, creating armor and weapons as well as empowering them with immortality and dark powers. Toying with this blackness, they made cities that blotted their sun and monsters large as mountains
Ura, the leader of the Negrul, forged a horrific sword from the blackness. Tempered in the flames of stars and unquenched in the tar waters, came the blade the universe would dread.
ALL-BLACK.
Filled with a rage and will never thought imaginable, they began their war on the Ceimari.
The Ceimari were informed of their intentions by a humble silicate species known as the Silmarils. At first, the Ceimari were undaunted, sending their most loyal warrior races to fight. Those races were defeated with a single slash from All-Black.
They then sent their war machines to fight, equipped with light cannons and reality benders. Those were defeated in a matter of minutes.
Laughing at their failed attempts, the Negrul took to the stars, wanting nothing but Ceimari blood.
It was nothing short of annihilation. The cities of starlight lite ablaze with dark flame, quintillions of species were reduced to ash, planets corroding and collapsing, stars burning out, and entire galaxies spun until unwoven.
The Ceimari were reduced from trillions to thousands, and thousand to tens within only ten years of battle. The cruelest of Negrul would use the blackness to reanimate the fallen Ceimari, coined as the Denarii.
Seeing the chaos of old returning, the Lords of Order took action and crafted armies of light to combat the Negrul, they persisted for millennia after millennia but it was merely a stalemate.
The remaining Ceimari, who survived the universal massacre of their species, decided the universe was too corrupted and that they must start over with them ascending as new Lords of Order. They built a weapon, the Lumina Sulita, a city-sized spear of pure light, and cast into the universe.
It's light purged the universe of all life except their own, each race reduced to the ashes they were born, with the Negrul and their machines and monsters of war reduced to a repugnant blackness. All-Black fell from Ura's hands as he was aiming to the Ceimari homeworld, wrapping itself in a coat of blackness as it fell through the void, never to be rediscovered.
They celebrated but the Lords of Order, outraged at the Ceimari's callousness, removed their longevity, soon weakening and rotting till they were nothing but dust. The stars soon burnt away, the husk of structure rotted, the Lords of Order sleep.
The first universe was now dead. Expect a growing few.
The Ceimari's still working cities flowed through the void, self evolving, self modifying, till they coalesced into a planet of machines soon to be named Cybertron.
Same with their robots of crystal, absorbing and growing with all the mineral from their fallen brethren and creators, till they all combined into a planet of crystal through life there did not come for many eons.
The remaining Seeds of Life and many ships biological mutagens and genetic enhancers bombarded one last planet, that planet was known as Ni'Rah.
Beyond the universe, beyond the void, GOLB laughed.
Unknown to the universe, GOLB was dissatisfied with the order poisoning his created and in his imaginative space, he spat out a planet of unlight into the universe, knowing one would be tempted.
Life began and ended, again and again, repeating more times than our math can measure. Why has life ended even through the Negrul are gone?
Simple. They are not.
The hatred and rage festered in the darkness for so long, it gave life to the blackness, forming nameless shapes and things not fathomable whilst GOLB watches.
GOLB himself is an enigma even to those that know his name. A being that sowed discord and unrest not out spite or entertainment, he simply did it. He doesn't enjoy suffering as he simply can't care, as if GOLB was the very machination of evil it's self, a simple force of nature.
And if his name brought fear, imagine the terror, the blind, unreasoning panic that rips through the people of the universe. A million and more alien eyes look upon he who is GOLB, and for each eye, the vision differs. For GOLB truly is beyond what a feeble one would call flesh and blood. They are as the one made them and each mind struggles the best it can to see that unguessable force as something that can be comprehended. Perhaps a reflux of GOLB, perhaps a mind trying to understand something so infinite, they cannot imagine it.
To the Children of Oberon, he is a red lump-ish figure with a cubic head with a pyramid atop it, four green deranged eyes, a gaping mouth with a forked purple tongue long and tentacle-like.
To the Akiridions, he was a humanoid of dark circuited skin and blue energy, a face of only two slanted eyes, tendrils of light swaying ready to strike an unrecoverable blow.
To the Cybertronians, he was a machine of lank with semi-organic parts and patterns strewn along the otherworld-ish matter, a machine face with rat-trap mouth and tripled steel eyes.
To the Gems, he was a mass of conjoined humanoids of multicolored crystalline with red diamonds spread across in random parts in a plant-ish shape with thorn tendrils.
To the Glorft, it was a featureless black humanoid with tentacle-like limbs. It's webbed extensions protrude from it's back like wings. A rythemic pulsing and shifting, a green surge through its veins.
To The Irkens, it's an amebic creature with centipede features and many shades of pink, purple, and red. It had a horrific face of many dull eyes and piller-like fangs among a gaping maw. An expanding light and viscous fluids run rampant through its beating form like a heart.
To the Fallen, it was a mass of red light with dark clouds around it in the shapes of feathered and leathered wings, A crimson radiance with sparkling slickness of the clouds. The clouds storm-like and red flares of lighting shoot through the skies like a dampened flame.
And to humanity, the Faunus, and the Mobians, it has a cephalopod-like head with a radiant red mouth, many black tentacles covering said mouth, and 3 sets of glowing green eyes. It has a black humanoid body with many eyes and mouths so tiny, they appear as dots and slivers upon the segmented and terrifying body. The hands are claws with burning intent, and massive wings that will cause storms when they flap.
No mortal being can see his true form, what they see is something complex yet easy to comprehend. Anymore would drive any mortal into a madness worse than death.
In time long dead, one naïve philosopher dared to record a perceived form, he screamed and trembled, writing both of the universe along with a phrase that is humanities only knowledge of GOLB.
"By the pricking of mine thumb, something wicked this way comes. Then rang the bells both loud and deep, God is not dead nor doth he sleep."
Even vigintillions of eons passed, GOLB is here and he is impatient.
Even though he had destroyed universe after universe, perhaps this time...perhaps this time, he may fail.