In the boundless expanse of the *primordial void*, where time and space were yet concepts unborn, there existed only *darkness*—a vast, silent ocean without stars to guide or sun to warm. In the heart of this eternal darkness, a figure sitting there, the epitome of serenity, enveloped in the profound depths of meditation and the Supreme God of Destruction, came out of the entity whose contemplation held the seeds of all existence, gave himself birth, and came into existence.

Millions of years passed, unmarked and unnoticed, for they held no meaning in the company of the limitless. Beside the solitary figure materialised a presence equally as vast—another *Supreme Being*, come into existence from darkness, while *Supreme God of Destruction* mediated in front of that entity, a silent witness to the unfolding solitude, complementary in their stillness, together embodying the *balance* of all that was yet to come.

From the nebulous potential that brewed between these two unparalleled entities, twin lights burst forth—one masculine, the embodiment of divine intent, and one feminine, the essence of nurturing omnipresence. The first, in an act of ultimate sacrifice, rent his form in twain, giving rise to two new *Supreme Gods*: one of *Preservation*, keeper of order and guardian of existence; the other of *Creation*, weaver of life and architect of myriad wonders.

The second light, *Nature* herself, blossomed into three goddesses, each a paragon of the aspects they embodied—*knowledge*, whose gaze pierced the veil of ignorance; *wealth*, whose hands sowed the seeds of prosperity; and *power*, whose strength was the bedrock upon which courage and fortitude would stand.

These six supreme god , born from the dance of darkness and light,began the sublime work of creation. They shaped the cosmos with care, sculpting worlds of breathtaking beauty and unfathomable diversity, yet they stood apart from their creations, their intervention a delicate touch, a mere whisper in the fabric of reality.

In the beginning, when the cosmos was still a canvas awaiting the first touch of the creator's hand, there existed nothing but the omnipresent, formless void. It was a realm of infinite potential, where the seeds of worlds yet to be rippled beneath the surface of nonexistence, yearning for the breath of life. It was here that the Supreme Gods emerged, unfathomable entities born from the depths of nothingness, poised to bring forth light, life, and consciousness into the blank tapestry of the void.

These celestial architects—graced with the titles of destruction, preservation, and creation—wrote the intricate patterns of the universe with deft fingers. From their divine will, stars flared to life, galaxies spiralled into being, and planets were sculpted from the raw material of chaos. They breathed essence into the elements, gave rhythm to the tides, and set the celestial dance in motion with a wordless symphony of creation. And as their work unfolded, a myriad of species sprang from the wellspring of life—a testament to the boundless imagination of the Supreme God of Creation and the careful stewardship of the Supreme God of Preservation.

Under the watchful eyes of the divine, the universe burgeoned with diversity. Creatures of all forms and intelligences claimed their places within the cosmic order, each finding their niche within the breathtaking complexity of the cosmos. From the humblest single-celled organisms to the mightiest empires spanning the stars, life persisted, flourished, and evolved. 

As countless millennia unfolded like the petals of a timeless flower, two overarching forces made themselves apparent—the gods and the demons. The gods, resplendent beings of pure energy and intent, sought to guide their creations towards enlightenment and order. The demons, equally potent yet driven by baser instincts, aimed to coax the universe into a crucible of power and transformation. Heaven and Earth became the staging grounds for their struggle, a silent war waged with the fervour of entities that knew neither fatigue nor cessation.

As the millions of years passed away and the universe expanded beneath the stewardship of its creators, the gods and demons, those ancient and mystical beings, found their unending war to reign over heaven and earth at an impasse. The cost of their power struggles reverberated through the very threads of the cosmos, disrupting the intricate harmonies that held the celestial bodies in their balletic orbits. Their eyes, once only on the prize of supremacy, now turned to the mortals and the myriad of species that flourished under their watch—a reflection of their own natures, their own conflicts, and their own yearnings for power and dominion.

To settle their celestial clashes, these divine entities chose a path that was both cunning and wise. They would each select a representative, a champion, a vessel through whom their intentions and desires could find expression. These chosen beings would have the honour and the curse to bear a portion of their patron's incalculable power—a sacred and terrifying gift.

In a ritual as old as the universe's first whisper, each god and demon, from the lowest rank to the highest echelon, extracted a single drop of their immortal blood. Within these glistening beads of life force swirled the raw essence of their vast powers. The lesser deities, those who roamed the planes closer to the material worlds, gave generously, offering half of their might to empower their chosen avatars. Such a sacrifice was no small gesture, for it left them weakened and their own existence in the celestial hierarchy at risk—yet it was a risk deemed worthy of the promise of ascendancy it held.

The more powerful gods and demons, those whose names were murmured with reverence and fear, offered a smaller portion of their might, understanding that even 40% of their divine essence could elevate their representatives to heights previously unfathomable to mere mortals. These champions were bestowed with abilities that turned them into legends, their names whispered across the winds of both the living and the spectral realms, their feats etched into the memory of the cosmos itself.

At the pinnacle of this hierarchy, the Supreme Gods, pursued by gods in the name of justice, were beings of such incomprehensible might and wisdom that those who shaped the very fabric of reality with mere thought remained aloof. Their concerns lay with the expansive duties of maintaining the balance of not just one universe but the countless realities that threaded through the multi-verse. To save heaven and earth from useless war that god and demons started, *Supreme God* accepted other gods pleading—and they also followed the ritual and offered a mere 1% of their divine power. This seemingly insignificant fraction was, in truth, the touch of infinity, capable of altering the destiny of not just their champion but the fate of all that is.

And yet, the *Supreme Demons*, counterparts to these celestial beings, chose to indulge their whims and engage with the lower planes out of a desire to see their will executed, and their dark designs brought to fruition. The more powerful demons who believed them at the same level of real six supreme god also gave 10% of their fearsome power to their chosen vessels and believing if they gave more then those those Supreme god they will have higher chance to make demon race more powerful than gods, hoping to tilt the scales of eternal power struggles and chart a course in the universe where their own essence would be reflected in the eyes of every living creature.

In the heart of this cosmic play stood the representatives—the avatars of the gods and demons. Each was a monument to their patron's power, standing tall amidst the mortal realms as beacons of otherworldly might. They were warriors and sorcerers, kings and queens, beings of pure energy and living nightmares—the spectrum of their existence was as varied as the gods they served.

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