"Hur'ekz," a realm that exists outside time, space, and matter. It is a void where the Erk'mûñ, formless beings that have transcended godhood, gather. Every time the Erk'mûñ convene, it's to discuss the future of the lower planes of existence. However, this time was different. In the Hur'ekz, the oldest of the Erk'mûñ spoke, his back facing a huge crimson gate, the only tangible entity in this void. Their voices were like whispers in a windy night.
"I have summoned you all here to tell you that the seal holding the fallen one has been cracked bu-" he was quickly interrupted before he could finish.
"HOW SO??!! That seal is supposed to hold him for the rest of his immortal life. The seal can only crack if his life force is running out, and that isn't supposed to happen for another ki-r."
"It seems like his power is much greater than we imagined," another one spoke.
"Yes, his power is great, but the seal shouldn't crack unless his entire life force is close to running out. The seal is running on his life force, so how did it crack? And what are we going to tell 'THEM'?" another one stressed.
"SILENCE!!!" The elder roared.
"Forgive us, great elder," they said simultaneously.
"As I was saying, the seal is broken, but he is still inside. It seems like he has separated his soul from the trinity. That's why the seal cracked. He then used the cracks in the seal to throw his soul down to the lower planes, but doing this exhausted most of his powers. He has fallen into deep slumber, and his life force is diminishing at a faster rate."
"Idiot! What he has done is basically suicide. Why should we bother with him? Very soon his life force will run out, and he will perish, including that soul he has sent to the lower planes," one spoke.
"That may not be the case. Remember the prophecy of the Forsaken son?" The elder asked the four.
"The prophecy of the Forsaken? Calamity shall start when the Forsaken son separates his soul from the trinity. His death will be his rebirth. That prophecy of the forsaken? What does that have to do with this? Plus, look at the crimson gate behind you. It doesn't look like he will be dying anytime soon."
"Plus, elder, he is nothing. He isn't even one of 'Them.' He is just a lucky bastard who stumbled upon power."
"Uhhhhh, yes, I may be mistaken. Let's hope I am. Tell the gods of the lower planes to report any anomalies that have happened recently and help out Zebha. He is now close to transcending. Pretty soon we'll have a new Erk'mûñ among us. We have to see what law he will represent before I assign him a group of gods to rear bu-"
As he was speaking, the crimson gates behind him exploded, forcing him to shield the rest of the Erk'mûñ with his unfathomable power while they quickly suppressed the explosion. They reduced it to the point where it was as small as a spark of fire, and then it extinguished. They all knew that the explosion meant one thing: the prophecy of the Forsaken son is true, and the wheels of fate are now in motion.
"Sigh, I shall report this incident to 'THEM.' Tell all the gods under you to gather all the newborn children born with runic marks on their bodies, as that is the sign that shows that a divine being has been reincarnated in a mortal body. Let them search every plane we have, but we have little time," he instructed.
"Ser ur nihu," they all said simultaneously.
And they all vanished, leaving the elder Erk'mûñ alone in the void. His gaze penetrated through the endless void and down to the lower lanes.
"Everything went perfect... my old friend, I shall await the day you rise again and liberate us from 'THEM.'"
With that, he vanished, leaving Hur'ekz, a true void with nothing in it...
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In a dark world, a glowing ball quietly moved through shadows, heading to a house in the woods. Inside, a woman struggled through childbirth, sweating and shaking.
Unaware of the glowing ball, it got closer, bringing light into the darkness. Right as the baby was born, the ball appeared in the house, merging with the infant. Crimson patterns appeared on the baby, covering its entire form like a mysterious design.
The mother, lost in the pain of childbirth, didn't notice the strange transformation. After giving birth, she reached for her baby, only to realize that life had left the tiny body. A scream of despair echoed in the quiet woods as the grieving mother, in her agony, cursed the gods for her harsh fate.
Unnoticed in the sorrow, a glowing ball left the lifeless baby and flew into the sky, searching for a more suitable vessel.