"Where am I?" a voice wondered, its tone a strange, ethereal hum that echoed with both masculinity and femininity, blending emotions of joy, sorrow, and everything in between.
The words felt strange, almost wrong. Where is where? it pondered, a flicker of confusion dancing through its being. Wait, that doesn't make sense. Does it?
It was supposed to be everywhere. It was everywhere. But if that were true, why did it feel so lost? Why the emptiness? The voice pulsed with an overwhelming yearning to understand, but understanding had become a distant memory.
"Hmm…"
"Hmmmm…"
"Yeah, this isn't helping," the ethereal voice muttered to itself.
Suddenly, a scene appeared in its mind—was it in front of it? Or was it simply observing, recalling a memory?
Cities made of glass and steel rose high into the sky, their towering spires gleaming in the light.
"Oh, how beautiful. Who made them?" the voice marveled. The scene shifted to a new one. This time, it found itself inside a cylindrical vehicle, gliding through the air. Oval-shaped windows revealed the vast skies below and the land passing beneath. It was a plane.
"What an interesting contraption. I didn't know such a thing was possible using aerodynamics and physics."
The point of view shifted again, revealing the passengers inside the aircraft. A woman sat, applying lipstick while gazing into a handheld mirror. She was so beautiful that the voice felt an intense desire to claim her, yet at the same time, it was indifferent.
Across from her sat a pregnant woman, reading a book while softly caressing her bloated stomach. For some reason, the sight made the voice uncomfortable, and it quickly looked away.
Finally, it focused on a man with sharp eyes, silver-rimmed glasses, and hair that hung over his eyes as he worked on his laptop. The voice's heart skipped a beat, and its nonexistent cheek flushed a deep red, even though it had no physical form to feel such sensations.
Just then, the scene shifted. A flight attendant called out, asking something, but when the voice focused, it noticed something odd. The flight attendant wasn't just beautiful—she was terrifyingly so. Instead of normal hair, there were snakes of varying lengths writhing on her head. And it wasn't talking to the passengers; the words were directed at him.
Wait, she's talking to me!? How?!
Before the voice could fully process this, the scene changed again. Now it saw the entire world—a vision of every corner, every nook and cranny, all at once. The sight was one of utter devastation, a scene that could only be described as the apocalypse.
A melodious, female laugh echoed across the seven continents.
No, no, stop this. I don't want any of this.
Just as the voice tried to move, one of the continents was engulfed in flames and began to sink. The voice tried to act, to save what it could, but every movement it made only seemed to accelerate the destruction. It was in the depths of despair when it noticed something—an arm, red, like a child's painting in pastel hues. It was both masculine and feminine.
Then, it realized something horrifying: the melodious feminine laughter was coming from itself. The beings it had tried to save were actually being destroyed by its actions. It was destroying everything. The voice was both in the pits of despair and, at the same time, at the peak of pleasure and glee.
As the continents began to rapidly change and the desperate cries of the humans residing on them echoed to the skies, begging for help, one of the continents—the Asian continent—broke apart from the rest. The voice could do nothing. It was giving up on everything while simultaneously trying to save what little remained, and in doing so, it only destroyed them further.
For a moment, it seemed as though its mind was clearing.
"Ah, it's like waking… No.. I am waking up, but why was I sleeping in the first place?"
A moment passed, but that moment felt like an eternity. The continents no longer resembled what they once were, with only faint traces of their original forms remaining.
I wonder how much time has passed, the voice thought to itself, the despair and desire to save what it had destroyed fading from its mind.
Just then, it heard something akin to tearing, or something similar. It focused in one direction, even though it seemed to see in all directions at once.
"Ohhh, isn't that the brood hive?" it recognized, recalling the sefirot it had made from its own body.
Then, the brood hive began to split apart, breaking into pieces before plummeting toward the earth like a meteor, heading directly for the being observing it.
Wait, it's coming—what? Wait, wait, wait!
At that moment, it wasn't just the brood hive that was splitting. Other sefirots were breaking as well—splitting apart, pieces scattering and converging, all of them moving toward the voice as though they sought to merge back with their originator.
It raised its arms, waving it in some way attempting to block it with something, and something did happen. A faint barrier was forming as it was also expanding engulfing the entire world. It was happening fast but slow at the same time. But it wasn't forming like a full barrier all at once; rather , it was building up in patches which were contrary to what it wanted to happen.
Just as the barrier was about to be completed the sefirots had entered earth's atmosphere coming right at the being at an inconceivable speed. It had no time yet all the time to come up with something to stop it and stop it did, the fractured sefirots stopped moving and landed on earth no longer speeding at him to merge with him.
"Phew… that would have been catastrophic". Looking around the earth, devastation in all directions.
It then noticed 2 glowing suns, forming bodies one in the astral realm the other deep in the spirit world, one seemed to be engulfed in ethereal golden light while the other was forming a monocle and adjusting it on its face.
It recognized them, of course it would recognize them, they were it's persona's, god almighty and the celestial worthy.
It felt strange looking at its own persona's physical appearance. However after a while it felt its movements becoming more and more restricted, almost sluggy. However it didn't cause the being any discomfort, it continued to observe it's persona's. It was quite boring to say the least however after a lot time, it noticed something from its persona's, they were trying to accommodate another sefirot!.
"What are they thinking!?", it tried to warn them but found itself not wanting to, wishing to see what would happen although it already knew what would happen.
And what it expected did happen, the convergence was so strong that it caused both pillars to move against each other eventually causing them to perish in their fight.
It had observed the celestial worthy sealing the sefirots in the western continent and hiding the continent away. It had seen their plans on resurrecting in the future.
"Transmigrators... interesting plan," the being thought to itself, as the Celestial Worthy perished shortly after.
Time passed. The first epoch ended. The rise of the ancient god marked the second epoch. Then came every other epoch. Eventually, the being grew bored. It had an idea: Why not experience the events myself?
Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? It would be so much better than just sitting here, observing. By the time this thought occurred to it, it had already reached the fifth epoch. Before it could continue its inner monologue,
it opened its eyes.
No—he opened his eyes.
Eh…
Ehhhhh…
He found himself sitting on a staircase leading to an apartment, his hair draped over his eyes, covering the upper half of his vision.
Confused, he looked around. Just moments ago, he had been observing everything at once, but now he was here.
He cast his gaze downward and saw a pair of pale white arms—human hands. He recognized them immediately: the physical arms of a human.
He raised his head, glancing upward, past the gray fog to where a majestic castle stood. Below, a sea of colors raged.
I can still see the sefirot, but now I'm not seeing everything at once. It seems I've taken a human form.
What do I look like? What is my name?
As these questions filled his mind, a scene appeared before him: It was a man, appearing to be in his mid-20s, with jet-black hair, sharp eyes, and pupils that shifted through every color. His skin was pale.
Hmm i look…handsome.
After a moment of enjoying his own looks, he remembered his other question to himself.
What's my name?
Unlike for his appearance an answer did not come to his mind, he could simply make one, but before he could hear someone talking to him.
Raising his head he saw a woman in her 20's of 1.65 metres in height, She has slightly curly brown hair and pale blue eyes. It was none other then Fors Wall.
The unlucky magician met the Original Creator
A/N: I feel like the oldest one would be a very easy character to write about under the overpowered genre, since he is an amalgamation of contridiction i believe no matter what i make him do, it would be a very reasonable.