They did not know how they came to be into the vastness of this empty space, yet their first thought was "WHY ?". Why could they comprehend their own existence, what was their purpose and how did they come to be.
They stopped and questioned reality it self about their creation, their birth. Why was it into such an empty and cruel reality. Regardless of how far their eyes searched or how far their vessels travelled they could not find anything. Quantum fields, stars, gas, dust, plenums, ether, dark mater,all types of energy and all types of fields. Everything that made a dimension, was none existante theirs. In the end they found no answers and they came to the conclusion of never being able too.
They studied their own spontaneous appearance to their reality, they tried everything they could think of but every path came to the conclusion of there being a creator behind them. Having a master mind behind their existence was the only logical conclusion, their being was too grand and far evolved to have jusr been a fluke. Plus the thought of having a Master comforted them a little.
They understood that their creator was something that was from a dimension higher than their own, a being who could see all and understand all, yet did not part take in anything it made. To him, his own creation was just a test to comprehend how powerful and grand his existence was, that was the second conclusion to their research. Sadly that infuriated them, for how could a creator be so cruel with it own creation how could a being that came before be this ignorant with his creation.
In their rage the creation began a conquest to understand why such a grand and majestic life form would not interact with his own and why he would create them in such a way that they could understand so much, grow so much, be so powerful and yet so powerless.
They began by calling themselves The PRIMES. Their goals was to create like they were created. They wanted to show their creator they could do a better job, to show him how a life form was supposed to be usher into a reality.
Yet they knew and understood their own weakness for they could not usher life into a dimension lower or higher than their own, so they each created life as each so fit. The Primes were made of pure massive ernergy and so much more, they each took different form and build. They were ten in numbers, still in their conquest they created universe upon universe, cosmos so complex and evolved it wanted nothing more than to expend and grow. Within emerge civilization, creatures of all sort and forms imaginable.
They began the process of evaluating every life in each of their respective Worlds. To understand if that life form could likewise, perceive their Creator's existence parallel to them, but in the end somethings were nonidentical within what they created.
When The Lifeforms attained the highest stage of evolution, they launched a conquest of their own. A goal so brutal, so cruel, so violent they all had to stopped and watch for a moment.
The predominant civilization in each of their realities would conquer and invade lesser Lifeforms. The evolved species could travel vast distances of the pocket dimension their worlds were created in. They would achieve successful capture of the lesser lifeforms, forcing them to submit to labours and suffering. Even when the weaker Lifeform complied they would still be made to indulge atrocities.
In all ten realities the same thing was a guarantee occurens and that baffle the Primes. They engaged in discussions on the possible cause of this intense impulse to conquer and destroy.
This topic went on for periods of megaannus, it went on so long that by the time they took notice of their creation, there was nothing left of the realities they created.
In raged by the proof of their own weakness, fighting broke out amongst them. How could they fail at something so basic as creation, this was literally imbedded in their essence.
It was theoretically impossible for failure to occur and yet they did fail.
The next step they agreed upon was to restart their experiment and so they did. Alas it all still ended the same as before.
Frustration, anger, rage, they felt all sort of emotion in that instant and in their vulnerable moment their impulses took over.
As usual They met to discuss and assess their findings. To begin they needed to understand where it all went wrong. Kelo-hio the first among them, came forward to state his mind. " My kin, in our moment of failure we've lost affirmation of our supreme understanding. Everything we call existence as been made to question. As the beginning of our reality we thought we had achieved it all, in the end we've only achieved nothing and that troubles me as match as you all. If we Don't know all, are we really omnipotent beings we believe ourselves to be ?"
" No!" replied Far-Hion the third. " We are omnipotent though weaker versions of our creator, we are still him"
Everyone except two among them agreed on that. " How do you explain the failure of our own creation and it needs to exercise such atrocities upon less creatures of their own realities, we don't possess such impulses. How can they ?" Questioned Nyla the ninth.
In the end everyone was buffled and silent, Deimo the second came forward and said. " My kin, my worries have put me in a place I did not know I could be, we are not the all knowing beings we thought ourselves to be, that a fact now. We have much to learn before thinking we are even a smaller fraction of what HE, is.
" Our pride is the cause of our failure we need to ge ahhhh !!!!!! " In a Split of a second Deimo received a blast powerful enough it left the others blind and disoriented for a nano second, when they could fathom what had occured, Deimo's life force was scattered all around them. They could feel him but something was different, he's conscience was no more, he was gone, he was... Dead.
His corporal form could not hold, only the energy that held it together remained scattered all around them, they could not die this was impossible for them. The remaining Nine were now afraid, the principals on which their dimension was based on just kept crumbling one after the other.
There they stood in the vast emptiness of their reality, they questioned themselves on if they had been incorrect on so many fundamentals what else could they have gotten wrong.
They did not even bother asking Tesa the tenth why she blasted him with such powerful concentrated attack. They already knew the answer to that, they all felt the same way as her. What they questioned was the impulse that led her to do it. They now feared the unknown for it creeped inside their minds like an uninvited guest.
Before they could conclude whatever was Left of their meeting, Far-Hion The third emerged before them and said " Deimo was a part of me like all our children are a part of each of us and now... his gone. I understand the rules we have just set upon ourselves, hold no grudges against one another as one of them, but I can not let go of such immense rage toward our youngest. Right here Right now I declare war against you Tessa Tenth Primel. Now that we are aware our conscious can be terminated, I will move to infinity and beyond to terminate Yours."
" And Then what ?" asked Harvos the fourth. " what will you strive to achieve after she's no more, we are beings of high intellect, what will we gain after we are done slaughtering one another."
"Merge with me and understand my reasons Harvos " replied Far-Hion the third. Merge, he did but what he felt and saw inside of Far-Hion was instability, irrationality and rage.
This explained everything now, why their universes kept on failing, they knew nothing about themselves and their reality, they were still babies trying to run before they could even crawl. War it was and all sides were ready. Before they could all go their separate ways, Kelo-Hio the first, Far-Hion the third, Harvos the fourth, No-Al-Nan the fifth, Hion-Sur the sixth, Hio-Nnan the seventh, Hion-Tur the eighth, Nyla the ninth and Tesa the tenth all merged with the scattered remains of Deimo the second.
They felt the sense of completion... they felt balance. Had they done this earlier maybe the Second would still be among them, they would have understood more about themselves.
The Grand merger had always felt off, it felt like losing the sense of individualism and becoming a unified Entity. It was never an option they could lightly consider.
After the split they each became one with Deimo's lingering life force, Far-Hion the third began her war against Tesa the tenth and that led to the formation of factions. One that wanted to protect their youngest and the other that did not want not to see the demise of Far-Hion the third.
The battles they waged were so violent they created and destroyed worlds, they scattered the essence of creation everywhere that it literally broke their dimension and started licking into another. Eventually that fracture closed and it went unnoticed, agonizingly they started falling one after the other.
They were the PRIMES, being made out of primordial essence of an ABSOLUTE BEING.
By the time the war was finally over, there were only two of them left standing and as for the surviver they had enough of that pointless war that drag for so long it left nothing but clouds of chaos around them.
Everywhere in the emptiness of their universe was the scattered life force of the deceased.
Beings so grand and powerful they could do anything they put their minds into, they had so much potential to grow, sorrowfully the cause of their downfall were their egos and prides. They were so big they took everything and only left chaos in return.
Harvos the fourth and Nyla the ninth the only remainder of The PRIMORDIAL settled on co-existence. As time went on in the emptyness of their universe, both being began to feel stuck in a moment without purpose.
At the least in and prior to the war they had a purpose, regardless of what it was, it was still something to strive and achieve. Now with nothing but chaos and a massive amounts of Primordial Essence all around them, they held a meeting.
The knowledge they each possessed going in, might lead to another pointless war but this time something was different. The pointless war was not so pointless after all for Harvos the fourth and Nyla the ninth had grown in all sort of ways. They were better, more understanding and overall rational.
When they lay their gaze on one another, it had been such a long time that the only thing they both wanted was to do better than anything they had done before. This time they began by merging and what they felt in each other were grief for the ones who were gone, fear of an unknown future and happiness of not being alone anymore. There and now they decided to stay merge and together agreed to create a better universe. Formed with the essence of both the living and the dead.
UNITED ATLAST THEY BECAME A BEING WHO COULD NOW EXERCISE IT GOD GIVEN POTENTIAL.