With the sudden splitting of the first being, the six new Primordial beings found they were no longer confined in a single space together and were now able to do so as they pleased. However, there was individual who had the powers of two Primordials right now...This was Life. Life felt that they... HE, was burdened because of the extra power he was holding. Without telling the others he retained those leftover traces of energy from the First Being, they went to the surface of the planet and had the First Pantheon of Primordals on what to do with their newfound powers.
*Life* "So, we are now separate beings. What in the ever living fuck do we do now." *War* "BURN EVERY-" War falls silent as he is knocked out by Death. *Death* "Why not do whatever the fuck we want to do. Peace". Death fades into nothingness as he disappears into the realm known as the FLIPSIDE, a dimension parallel the the living, where only dead things can dwell, and the unending ocean of power that Death draws upon.
With the sudden disappearance of Death, Life knew that no matter what he did, there would be a cluster fuck of ideas coming from the three concious Primordials, and so he thought up something real quick.
*Life* "Alright, this is what needs to happen. Reality, you have the job to keep the realms from destroying each other, and make a few more when I ask. Space, we need to expand this realm and turn it into an unquantifiable amount of planets, moons, stars, nebulae, wormholes, and help Reality make the realms. Time, go to the Timeless dimension and look over the timeline as it forms, and make sure there are no existence ending threats. Now, I have some things to do myself, so let's go." The three other Primordials dissapear as they started doing the tasks they had recieved by Life. Life grabbed the unconscious form of War and moved it to the violent, volcanic moon orbiting Primordious.