These tiny beings had harmed. Tiny flecks upon the cosmic scale of creation, creatures of the lesser 'life' that had claimed the universe in their absence. The True Life, diluted until it was nothing more than a smouldering cinder, before a raging bonfire of might. The balance had been shaken and cracked, tilting ever since it had been made absent from the universe. And yet, this was not the universe it belonged in, not the home for it's existence. How was it that the mysterious orb that had granted it freedom, that shattering of reality that had ripped it's bonds asunder, had also so weakened it that such ants could harm it, and left it stranded outside of it's home?

It did not matter. It would rebuild the universe in it's image, create an order an peace free from the diluted False Life, those tiny beings that now so peskily stopped her. 

Focusing it's attention, Shiva grabbed a hold of the concept that named itself 'Mithias'. Two souls, one body, holding shreds of a fate that did not belong to it. It was an impurity, an affront, and as such it was only right that it would be the first to be eliminated. It took that concept, and ripped at it, tearing at the edges, fraying the known into nonexistence, loosening the bonds that prevented it from simply scattering into dust. This 'vampire' would be broken down into it's base elements, nothing more than physical elements and the stuff of magic, for creating new life.

The True Life, the Soul, had been diluted. Wasted on these pathetic beings. It would be from them that Shiva would form a new life, a life that served only it's will. It would create a new line of Gods, in it's own image of perfection, who would be granted control of this strange and new universe.

With an explosive pulse of power, Mithias felt his body trembling, as his mind trembled alongside it. His cells put themselves back together as soon as they broke, and yet a destruction of a more severe scale was approaching. On an atomic level, the Atom Force was being annihilated. The universal force that held all atomic substances together, the overlapping electromagnetic fields that prevented the core from simply floating apart. Soon, there would be nothing left of Mithias but subatomic particles. The base materials from which Shiva would form it's new 'Master Race'.