In the beginning, there was only the Void, a vast and silent emptiness that stretched across infinity. Within this void existed two humanoid beings, older than time itself, and bound to it in ways beyond comprehension. One was Cyclo, the embodiment of light, order, and creation. The other was Nox, the embodiment of darkness, chaos, and destruction.
Cyclo was a being of infinite radiance, their form shimmering like a thousand suns. Where they passed, stars would form, galaxies would swirl, and harmony would take shape. Nox, in contrast, was a being of pure shadow, their essence a swirling abyss of endless night. Wherever they moved, shadows would deepen, and destruction would follow, leaving behind only ruin and void.
For eons, Cyclo and Nox existed in an eternal standoff, a cosmic balance of creation and destruction. Neither sought to harm the other, but both were driven by their inherent nature to reshape the void around them. In a strange and fragile harmony, they coexisted, shaping the boundaries of existence.
But, like all forces in the universe, their patience had its limits.
One day, an argument broke out between them. Cyclo, ever the creator, spoke of the potential for growth and beauty, of the worlds that could bloom from their energies. Nox, ever the destroyer, scoffed at such thoughts, speaking of the futility of creation, of the inevitability of decay, and how everything would eventually return to nothing.
Their words turned into arguments, and those arguments into actions. Nox, in a rare burst of anger, unleashed a great wave of shadow, a force of pure darkness that sought to erase all in its path. Cyclo responded in kind, summoning a burst of brilliant light, a radiance so intense it could shatter the deepest night.
The clash between light and dark was cataclysmic. The shockwaves of their powers tore through the Void, creating rifts and ruptures that caused the very fabric of existence to tremble. For the first time, the Void was not empty—it was filled with energy, matter, and chaos.
As the two beings fought, their powers collided, forming strange and wondrous things. Where Cyclo's light met Nox's darkness, stars were born. Where Nox's shadows twisted into the fabric of the Void, black holes appeared, bending the very laws of time and space. Between them, galaxies began to swirl, their stars spinning and colliding in an intricate dance of creation and destruction.
Neither Cyclo nor Nox noticed the scale of their battle. Their fierce struggle only intensified, and as they fought, the void around them began to take form. Where there was once nothing, now there was something: swirling nebulae, molten planets, and the raw materials of life itself. From the heat of their battle, the first solid objects began to form—asteroids, comets, and moons.
In their fury, Cyclo and Nox created something neither of them intended. The energy from their clash began to pull together, forming the first galaxy. Its spirals were lit with stardust born from Cyclo's light, while its shadowy corners were carved by Nox's dark influence.
But it did not stop there. The universe was still being shaped by the ceaseless friction between them. Where Cyclo's warmth created, Nox's chill destroyed, but in doing so, a delicate balance began to emerge. Stars were born, then collapsed into black holes, only to give birth to new stars. Planets formed from the chaotic energy of their battle, their orbits shaped by the gravitational force of the light and dark forces locked in eternal conflict.
Then, as if by a final, accidental twist, the clash of powers reached a peak. In the heart of their battle, a singular point of infinite energy was created—the first spark of life. From that spark, the universe as we know it was born.
As the first universe settled into existence, Cyclo and Nox hovered in its cosmic expanse, gazing at the myriad stars, planets, and swirling galaxies they had unknowingly brought to life. It was both awe-inspiring and humbling—an intricate tapestry woven from their clash, yet now stretching far beyond the limits of their comprehension.
For a time, there was peace. Cyclo, ever the creator, marveled at the harmony and beauty of the universe—the living worlds, the spiraling galaxies, and the stars that burned with warmth and life. Nox, however, found no satisfaction in peace. Though they had played a part in shaping this grand design, their very essence was of decay and destruction, and they could not resist the urge to test the boundaries of their influence.
It was not long before Nox grew restless.
"I can feel it," Nox murmured, their voice heavy with the weight of something unspeakable. "This universe is too small. The edges are too rigid, the laws too fixed. There are infinite ways it could unravel… and I can make it happen."
Cyclo glanced at Nox, sensing their unease, yet unwilling to challenge the forces that had given shape to this creation. But Nox was not looking for destruction this time. No, Nox's thoughts were far more dangerous.
"The boundaries," Nox whispered to the void, "they must be broken. If we split the fabric between creation and destruction… we can create more than one. More than one universe. More than one world."
Cyclo recoiled at the suggestion, their radiant form shimmering with concern. "If you tear the fabric of this universe.The balance we've created, the very laws of existence, will collapse."
Nox replied in an arrogant tone. "We..? Who is we, the only reason that this universe is born is because of ME!".Nox smiled, though it was not a smile of joy. "Then let them collapse. Let there be no boundaries, no limits to what we can do. Let there be many worlds—worlds where creation and destruction can thrive apart, together, and beyond. A universe is too small for me."
In that moment, Cyclo realized that Nox was not merely speaking of the destruction of what had been born between them, but of something far more dangerous: the creation of a multiverse—a network of countless dimensions, each a separate reality, each a reflection of their eternal conflict.
"Trust me Cyclo, It will bring a better kind of peace that you have been looking for. So help me just this once." Nox said.
Cyclo believed Nox and together they combined their power to make the multiverse.
In a blink of an eye,
The multiverse had been born. It spread out before them in an infinite expanse, worlds upon worlds, each shaped by their powers. What was meant to be an experiment, an accidental creation born of their endless struggle, now became something far more complex.
But to Nox, the creation of countless universes was just the beginning. Creation and destruction had always been inextricably linked in his mind, but now he saw an opportunity to reshape everything. The fabric of the multiverse was new, malleable—still young and vulnerable, waiting for the touch of a true master.
"I can feel it," Nox murmured to himself, standing at the edge of the newly formed multiverse. "These universes... they are fragile. They need a guiding hand, someone to shape them—someone to control them. It's time to bring order through destruction."
Nox was no fool. He knew that Cyclo, with their love for harmony, would never allow him to take control of the multiverse. Cyclo, though ever the creator, was too bound to the laws of balance, too hesitant to let anything—especially chaos—reign unchecked.
So, Nox had a plan.
Cyclo, still trying to comprehend the vast expanse of worlds before them, floated beside him. Their form shimmered with radiant light, though their usual brightness was dimmed by the sheer magnitude of what had happened.
"Nox, this is too much," Cyclo said softly, their voice carrying a quiet sorrow. "We cannot control all of this. It's already stretching too far. We must maintain balance."
Nox turned toward Cyclo, his face unreadable beneath the darkness of his shadow. "Balance," he repeated with a chuckle that echoed in the void. "Yes, balance. But what if I told you, Cyclo, that I can ensure a new kind of balance? A better kind of balance."
Cyclo's gaze faltered, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. "A better balance?" Cyclo asked, their tone guarded.
Nox stepped closer, his dark presence surrounding them like an eclipse. "Yes," he said, his voice soft and persuasive. "A balance where creation doesn't just happen by chance, where worlds don't thrive or die based on whims of light and darkness. I can create a multiverse where the universes are governed by a single, guiding force. I can make this new reality… eternal. Endless. Perfect."
"You… you mean you can shape them," Cyclo said slowly, "without chaos destroying everything?"
"Exactly," Nox whispered, the shadows around him darkening. "All it requires is a little bit more control. Cyclo,if you trust me… I will ensure that this multiverse flourishes without the need for endless conflict. No more of our endless fighting. I will bring harmony through the mastery of darkness."
Cyclo's heart, though filled with caution, also held a kernel of faith in Nox's words. Nox had never before spoken so sincerely. Perhaps it was time to lay down their eternal struggle and allow the multiverse to grow in peace.
Cyclo nodded, their light flickering softly in acceptance. "If you believe this is the way, Nox, then… I will trust you. I will not fight you. Let us create a future together."
Nox's lips curled into a cold smile, one that Cyclo could not see. Beneath his calm exterior, there was no peace, no hope. Only a mind full of schemes.
With a quick motion, Nox reached out and touched Cyclo chest, where the essence of their being pulsed like a living star. The touch was gentle, almost tender—but Cyclo could not have known that it was a deadly embrace.
Without warning, Nox's dark power surged through Cyclo form, seeping into their very core.Cyclo's light began to flicker, dimming under the force of Nox's influence.
"What—what are you doing? AGH" Cyclo gasped, their voice filled with shock as they tried to pull away.
Nox's shadow twisted, coiling around Cyclo like a binding chain. His voice was low and filled with cold resolve. "I'm not giving you a choice. The multiverse will be mine to rule. And you, my dear friend, are standing in my way."
Before Cyclo could react, Nox unleashed the full force of his dark energy, a wave of overwhelming shadow that swallowed Cyclo essence. In the blink of an eye, the radiant light of Cyclo was extinguished, consumed by the very darkness Cyclo had always feared.
Cyclo's light was snuffed out, leaving only a faint, lingering trace of their once-glorious power.
But that was not the end.
Nox's dark power, in its relentless pull, transformed Cyclo—not into dust, but into something new, something beyond their understanding. Cyclo's essence was split, fractured, scattered across the vastness of the multiverse, becoming an unknown power that permeated all worlds.
Cyclo was no longer a being of light, but a force of uncontainable energy—an anomaly within the multiverse. This power, now untethered from Cyclo form, spread across the multiverse like a wildfire, leaving strange and incomprehensible traces of their essence in every corner of existence.