Frettzo
Vec
Lord Zee
Double Capybara
Vowzra, God of Time
Might: 4
Might: 4
One by one, Vowzra's siblings gave their power to the sphere. Some more willingly than others, but all seemed to react to the orb in a more or less positive manner - or at least, it had a positive effect, as far as he could see. As it completed its circuit, the orb, which had been deathly still, began to rotate ever so slightly. The closer it floated towards Invictus, the faster were its rotations. It settled back down where it had first come into being and spun there brilliantly, all the strings of energy from his brethren spinning with it like some kind of ethereal whirlpool of colour and untold power. Then Vowzra felt the pull, far more intense and powerful than before, the pull on his essence and consciousness. And the sphere disappeared, and with it disappeared everything.
And the world was white. So very, very white. And Vowzra saw.
There was a hill. And on the hill there was a tree. And by the tree there sat an old man of wood. And to one side of him there was a ram. And to his other side there was an orb. And in the orb, there was a child. And that child called him father.
There was a hill. And on the hill there was a tree. And by the tree there was a ram. And on the ram there sat an ancient man. And that ancient man called him father.
There was a pit. And in the pit there was a fort. And on that fort there were a thousand fiends of chaos. And before them there stood a man. And that man was their lord. And that man called him father.
There were the caverns. And above those caverns there were the forests. And in those caverns and in those forests dwelled two gods. And by those gods there dwelled two races. And upon them marched a thousand fiends of chaos. And at their helm there marched a man. And that man was their lord. And that man called him father.
And Vowzra's powers drained. He was not conscious. Yet even in unconsciousness a god was still conscious, for the essence could never sleep, it always saw. The orb was draining him completely, he had no more power to give. Yet it hungered for more, it ate into him and took of his essence. He screamed a silent, inward scream. He felt like a being who stood before a great metal gate. The gate would not open or budge, and he was pushed against it. Crushed against it. Pulverised. Destr-
Then the gate opened and Vowzra felt himself fill with power once more. A silent, inward laugh.
Then he awoke.
It was complete. The sphere was gone. Invictus and Fate had disappeared. It was only he and his siblings who remained. Vowzra looked, and he saw. The rolling galaxies, the slowly burning stars, the nebulas and the holes which warped the fabric of the universe itself. And the planets, those barren, lifeless planets. He could feel them all.
Below them was one such planet. Vowzra looked to his siblings and he felt obliged to say that one word, the only word which could really capture what he felt in all its awe and horror and joy.
'Wow', he muttered. And those were Vowzra's first words, and the first words ever said in the existence of the universe. And it was written then that all creations in this universe would, upon entering the world, mutter those very words first muttered by their mother Astarte in pre-existence, and by their father Vowzra once existence had begun.
