The little soul, Raion was currently taking a short minute walk. He hummed a tune that he picked up from god-knows-where and strode across the platforms his legs instinctually made as he was in the void.
"Huh?"
He swivelled backwards to find what had been following him for a while. There was nothing there. He continues walking with his guard up this time around, Raion didn't feel so comfortable on his short walk anymore, even if the people who were following didn't release their aura's, he still felt an anoying feeling that told him that they did.
It was like one feeling that there was a bug on him when there really wasn't anything. This feeling tends to get on Raion's nerves though, so after a few more minutes (days) of walking, he turned his body to face where the stalkers were.
"Who are you people and how dare you to follow me!"
There was no response though, this made sense, who in the Omniverse was stupid enough to answer to someone who could kill them with the taps of his cane, or the snap of his finger? Well, that might have been what you were thinking, these guys were precisely the "minority"
"Spare me, Great Ancient!"
A person stepped out of the void and knelt on one of the tracks that Raion made. He had lush golden hair that seemed to be intentionally grown long. His eyes were red, some sort of eye die? (That is the origin of contact lenses). The stalker wore a three-piece black suit and a red bowtie.
"What are you doing following me?"
"Great Ancient, I am one of the few in the Omniverse that worships you. I revere you, I am your follower who lays in the house dreaming of you!"
Raion's thoughts: 'Bruh, that sounds gay,'
Raion's words: "And what do you mean by that?"
"Lord Raion, I wish to seek your permission to form a religious group that is dedicated to the worship of your existence?"
That was quite shocking to hear.
"And why do you seek my permission, why don't you go ahead and do that?"
"It would seem disrespectful, and I wouldn't want to incur the wrath of a Great God like you."
"Hmm, I am no God, I have never created before."
"You jest, my lord. Surely I saw when you created a mortal body that enabled you to descend the mortal world!"
The words struck Raion like lightning, this wannabe him was present when he created a body to house his soul?! Raion, after years of meditation and thought, is a very rational and calm person, he immediately calms down and decides to play along.
"Yes, that feat is nothing major to me, something that can be done with the wink of an eye,"
Upon hearing that, the worshipper smashed his head against the invisible platform and began muttering some sort of prayer to him. The prayer was said in some sort of language, unknown by the Omniverse...
'But then, why can I understand it?!'
This was another shock that the worshipper had brought him. Not only could he understand what he was saying, his mind automatically translated it to Aeonical English, the Omniversal language (It is the commonly understood language in the Omniverse).
The words translated to this:
"The walker of the abyss that steps across the void!"
The chant seemed to be referring to him as "The walker of the abyss". The chant continued from there on out.
"The Almighty Blightcaller that annihilates the evils!"
"Apophis the Serpent of Destruction that destroys good!"
"The Omniscient Ancient, that knows all!"
"Sourcestealer, Assimilator of Bloodlines!"
"Evil Noble, Aristocrat of the Darkness!"
"I, Albion Moore worships you from the bottom of my heart!"
The chant seemed to stir the forces of the world like Raion first did when he stepped out of the Omniverse's womb. From there on out, although the chant seemed to come to an end, there was still another verse of prayers.
"The bringer of bad and good tidings, I worship!"
"The stirrer of the Omniverse's forces, I pray to!"
"The creator of life, I revere!"
. . .
The energy of the chant that was sent to Raion was overwhelming, it not only affected him externally but also internally. Was this the power of "Faith"? If it was, he didn't mind this guy making a temple or some sort of church.
"You may stop now!"
Raion yelled, getting fed up with all the prayers and honorifics. The one known as Albion, stood up from his kneeling position and stopped muttering the prayers. He looked at Raion expectedly, what did he think Raion was going to say?
"You may form this religious group. But note that you are not to form any sort of idol and you may only use the Void Dragon as a sacrifice, the believers are only permitted to use that prayer to worship, any other form shall be rejected, the bishops or head monks can communicate with him but only on the preface that it is extremely important. Capeesh?"
Albion was in a daze, he hadn't expected this great lord to accept, he almost didn't come to his senses if he hadn't noticed Raion- no, his Great Lord leaving.
"My Lord, what shall be the name of the church."
Raion that was leaving had not thought of this fact, he was good with fancy names, so he just decided to pick the fanciest one in mind.
"Church of the Noble God!" (Note, this context does not refer to noble as in oh noble lord, but noble as in aristocrat noble)
. . .
To think the day would come where the Little Soul would have its own believers. This was not much of a big deal to him, he thought, but it concerned him far more than he could've imagined. However he didn't know that, and as they said ignorance is bliss.
And so, the little soul drifted off into a short slumber.
. . .
"The walker of the abyss that steps across the void!"
"The Almighty Blightcaller that annihilates the evils!"
"Apophis the Serpent of Destruction that destroys good!"
"The Omniscient Ancient, that knows all!"
"Sourcestealer, Assimilator of Bloodlines!"
"Evil Noble, Aristocrat of the Darkness!"
"We the Church of the Noble God worships from the bottom of our hearts!"
"The bringer of good and bad tidings, We worship!"
"The stirrer of the Omniverse's forces, We pray to!"
"The creator of life, We revere!"
"Please accept our sacrifices of two adult male Void Dragons!"
. . .
And that was how the Church came to be.
- Albion 1:5 of the Scholastic Book