The story begins in a time before time itself, in a void so empty that even the concept of nothingness struggles to exist. There, in this abyss, a spark of consciousness forms. This spark, the oldest god, opens his eyes for the first time and finds himself in an ocean of cosmic stillness. He is aware of the vast emptiness around him, the stillness pressing against his very being, but in the midst of this solitude, a powerful sound disrupts the void. It is a massive sonic boom, a wave so potent that it seems to ripple across the entire cosmic expanse, vibrating through the very fabric of nonexistence.
The oldest god is startled by this sound, feeling it deep within his newly formed consciousness. He senses something profound stirring in the emptiness. His curiosity pulls him forward, or rather, toward where he senses the sound coming from. As he moves through the void, a strange feeling starts to awaken within him—the sense that something is happening, something colossal.
Soon, his vision sharpens, and in the distance, he sees something unprecedented: two massive forces, two entities, or perhaps two fundamental principles, are locked in an intense battle. These are no ordinary beings; these are the Heavenly Laws, the primordial forces responsible for creation. One law represents Form, the essence of structure, order, and matter. The other law embodies Chaos, the wild force of unbound potential, disorder, and freedom. Their combat is fierce and cosmic, as they clash with each other, unleashing energies that birth entire galaxies, form stars, and create worlds. As they fight, the multiverse itself is woven into existence—their strikes, blows, and maneuvers shaping space and time, creating worlds, dimensions, and realities as mere byproducts of their ferocious duel.
The oldest god watches in awe, unable to comprehend the magnitude of this battle. But he is captivated—this fight of creation calls to him on a deep, instinctual level. As he drifts closer, he feels a pull, an attraction toward the power and purpose that these two laws seem to embody. He can't turn away, his consciousness overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of the event.
As the battle rages on, entire universes are born and destroyed in the blink of an eye. Realms form only to shatter, and dimensions spring up only to collapse as the two laws struggle for dominance. The cosmos continues to expand around them, their fight growing more intense with every moment. Eventually, the conflict reaches its climax. In one final, explosive collision, both laws strike each other with unimaginable force, releasing a wave of energy that echoes across the multiverse. Then, in a stunning turn of events, the two laws seem to dissolve, their forms shrinking and compressing until they each transform into ancient books, glowing with the power of creation itself.
The books hover in the air for a moment, then, with a sudden burst of speed, they fly off into the vastness of the multiverse. The oldest god, still reeling from what he witnessed, instinctively feels the need to follow these books. He knows they hold answers, perhaps even the key to understanding his own purpose. He begins a long and arduous journey, chasing the books across the cosmic sea, through worlds and realms beyond comprehension. Time, as he knows it, holds no meaning, and the journey seems endless.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he finds himself in a strange place— a realm that exists beyond space and time, outside the normal fabric of the multiverse. This place is unlike anything he has ever seen, a vast expanse filled with floating fragments of creation—laws, matter, and forces swirling around in a chaotic yet beautiful dance. The air here is thick with energy, and the oldest god can feel the sheer weight of existence pressing down on him.
As he stands there, trying to process everything he has experienced, a soft, melodic voice calls out to him. It is gentle and soothing, yet powerful, like the voice of the cosmos itself. "Traveler," the voice says, "have you lost your way? Let me guide you to your right destiny."
The oldest god is entranced by the voice. Weakened by his long journey and overwhelmed by the wonders around him, he allows himself to be guided by the voice. He follows it deeper into this strange realm, unaware of what awaits him. Soon, he realizes that he has been led into a trap. The voice, which once seemed so comforting, now feels oppressive. He finds himself bound, trapped by unseen forces. The voice laughs softly, echoing in his mind.
"You have ventured too far, traveler. Now, you must serve your sentence for trespassing into the realm of laws."
Before he can react, he is imprisoned—held in stasis for 1 Quato year, a period equivalent to 1000 trillion years. Time passes differently in this realm, and the oldest god is trapped in a state of reflection and absorption. As the eons pass, he begins to absorb the very laws and matter that fill this strange place. He learns the secrets of creation, the intricacies of time, and the mechanisms that govern reality itself. He becomes more than just a being; he becomes the embodiment of existence, the living library of all laws and creation.
His mind expands, his consciousness reaching new heights as he becomes one with the very fabric of reality. He names himself Aazam, meaning "The Grand One," for he now understands that he is no longer just a mere god. He is the force that holds the multiverse together, the atoms in every being, the energy in every star. He is time, he is space, he is all that exists.
Aazam's transformation is complete, and after his 1 Quato year of imprisonment, he is freed, now perfect and all-powerful. He returns to the multiverse, now seeing it not as a place of mystery but as a creation of his own design. He knows all the laws that govern it, every force that moves it, and every possibility that could ever come to pass. He is existence itself.
But despite his newfound power and knowledge, Aazam feels an emptiness within him. He has become the ultimate being, the perfect embodiment of all laws, but with perfection comes a strange sense of detachment. He is no longer driven by curiosity or purpose, for he knows all that there is to know. He watches over the multiverse, shaping it as he sees fit, but there is no joy in it, no excitement.
One day, as Aazam drifts through the endless expanse of the multiverse, something strange happens—something that shocks him to his core. In the midst of his perfection, he feels a sudden disturbance, a ripple in the fabric of reality. It is subtle at first, but it grows stronger, spreading across the multiverse like a wave. Aazam, who has never been surprised by anything since his transformation, is taken aback. He focuses his consciousness on the disturbance, trying to understand what could possibly cause such a disruption in his perfect creation.
As he probes deeper, he realizes that the ripple is not caused by any force or law that he knows of. It is something entirely new, something beyond his understanding. For the first time in eons, Aazam feels a sense of wonder, a feeling he thought he had long since outgrown. This disturbance, whatever it is, has the potential to reshape the multiverse in ways that even he cannot predict.
Intrigued, Aazam begins to investigate the source of the disturbance. As he delves deeper, he discovers that it is not a force of chaos or destruction, but something more profound—an anomaly in the very essence of creation itself. It is as if the multiverse is trying to create something new, something beyond the laws and principles that Aazam controls.
The more he studies the anomaly, the more he realizes that this is not just a simple disruption. It is a sign of something greater, something that even he, the embodiment of all laws, cannot fully comprehend. The multiverse is evolving, and with it, new possibilities are emerging—possibilities that even Aazam cannot predict or control.
For the first time since his transformation, Aazam feels a sense of uncertainty. He does not know what this anomaly will bring, but he knows that it will change everything. And for the first time in eons, Aazam feels a spark of curiosity, a sense of excitement. The multiverse is no longer a predictable creation, but a living, breathing entity with its own will and purpose.
And so, Aazam, the perfect being, the embodiment of all laws, finds himself standing at the edge of a new journey—a journey into the unknown. The story of creation, it seems, is far from over.
The Three Gods: Central Figures in Aazam's Creation
At the center of this new era of the multiverse, three gods emerge, each one representing a critical aspect of the cosmic order established by Aazam, yet each distinct in purpose and personality. They will play pivotal roles as Aazam watches the evolution of creation unfold. These gods are not mere extensions of Aazam's will, but independent beings, each given autonomy over different aspects of existence:
1. The God of Form (Kaias): Born from the law of structure and order, Kaias oversees the shaping of worlds, matter, and physical form. His existence is deeply tied to the creation of things that last—mountains, oceans, planets, and even the bodies of living beings. He is meticulous and deliberate, with a sharp mind that constantly seeks to bring harmony and order to the multiverse.
2. The God of Chaos (Liora): Liora embodies the principle of freedom and unpredictability, the counterpart to Kaias. She revels in the creation of new possibilities, of random occurrences, and the potential for change. Her realm is one of