Nothing. Nothing everywhere. Nothing nowhere. Nothing exists, no matter where one would look, if someone was there to see. But there was something. A conscience. A power. A culmination of every concept that exists, and all that do not. Everything, in a single being.

  Those who worshiped this being knew him simply as Infinity. However, that was not his name. He did not even have a gender. All was assigned to him by those he created.

  However, this time was not when he had a name. Time had not been impressed into the universe at this time. That, however, as the first concept he impressed on the nothingness. Time pressed down and exerted its influence. However, there was nothing for it to influence. So he kept going. He wanted to make something perfect. Something beautiful. He created simply for the benefits and joys of creating.

  First, he created the baseplate. The foundation of a single universe. Within this baseplate, he created the first universe. He created light and dark. He created life and death. Then he created beings who followed the cycles of life and death. He created species after species. Millions, then billions, then trillions. He didn't stop until every species he imagined existed. This satisfied him. Within these beings he instilled the concept of evolution.

  Then, he turned back to the baseplate. The beings needed a place to live. Somewhere grandiose. Somewhere beautiful. He created the first planet. A planet of life, of land, of water and sky. Then he created another. And another. And another. He created an infinite number of planets across an infinite amount of space in a single baseplate. Within this baseplate, his divinity and power infused all that existed, and all that didn't. He then let his creations into the world. It was beautiful. He was happy.

  He wanted to be down there as well. But he could not. He was so powerful. Too powerful. He needed to be weaker. He was so powerful that any being with power, even an infinite amount of power, was weak compared to him. How could he enter his carefully made world without destroying it?

  But he wanted to create more as well. He wanted it to expand. To be better. To be perfect. So he got an idea. He created a second baseplate. But this one was different. It propogated itself infinitely, more and more, until more baseplates existed than numbers did. He stopped the expansion, then tied it to the universe he had made. All universes began to grow and expand with his creation as its guide. All became beautiful. But why stop there? He bundled all these universes together, then created another one. Not another universe. Another multiverse. This multiverse, like the one he made, had a central universe. This universe grew to maturity, then all grew to maturity. The multiverses becan to propogate, creating a multiverse of multiverses. Each multiverse, the further from his creation it got, became weaker, less infused with his power. He was okey with that. He wanted creation, and he got creation. He needed a name for it. So he called it the Triniverse.

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  But he wasnt done. He had one more thing to do. After the triverse reached infinity, he gripped it all together, and did it again. More triverses formed. More, and more, and more, until infinity. Until him. All triverses panned out from the central triverse. Within, all multiverses panned out from the central multiverse. Within even that, all universes circled around the center of everything. The center universe. His universe. His greatest creation.

  He needed a name for it all as well. He had grown to like names, after his worshipers had give him one. He named it all… the True World. Between worlds, the space of nothing, he named the Void. Allthsese worlds needed guidance. So he tugged on his divinity on each universe. The farther from the center the universe was, the weaker the power. Even infinity could be diluded. Yet when he got closer, his power was absolute without question. He planted a seed in each universe. Many seeds. Seeds to birth beings who could shape the worlds and guide his creatures. Those who were bound to the cycle of life and death through time, he named mortals. Those who were not, he named the Divines. Those who artificially became divines, he named the Transcendants.

  He smiled. He saw it all and was happy with what he made. But he still had a goal.

  He turned to the center. He wanted to enter. But he could not dilute his power. Instead, he split it into 10 stones. Soul stones. each ranked from tenth in power, to first. The first stone was a long, thin rectangular shape. From this stone was birthed Senator, god of Law and Order.

  The second stone was the shape of a heart. From this stone was birthed Karma, goddess of Emotion and Karma.

  The third stone was the shape of a crescent. From this stone was birthed Leviathan, goddess of the ocean and the unknown.

  The fourth stone was the shape of an oval. From this stone was birthed Smolder, god of gems and the forge.

  The fifth stone was the shape of a thunderbolt. From this stone was birthed Zerrel, god of the weather and electricity.

  The sixth stone was the shape of a square. From this stone was birthed Temperis, the god of temperatures and knowledge.

  The seventh stone was the shape of a diamond. From this stone was birthed Zephyr, the god of light and space.

  The eighth stone was the shape of a circle. From this stone was birthed Abhorrance, the god of darkness and time.

  Finally, the ninth stone was the shape of a triangle. From this stone, given to the one who would best use it, came Aftermath, the god of life and destruction.

  Infinity now looked down at a single stone. A stone the shape of a claw. He raised an appendage that morphed into a golden talon, and gripped it. With that, Infinity let himself become Pyronite, the god of Death and Creation.

  And it was beautiful.