Demonicus Rex – Beginnings
In the beginning there was the void and it was nothing, empty and dark. It was alone and stood outside of time. It was anguish beyond the minds of gods, daemons, angles and men.
I was born at the same time as creation. A creation that came about from need and will. A need to be no longer alone and a will to make that happen. When I sit and think I remember the multitude that sprang forth, beings of incredible number, each a shattered fragment of that will which was before creation. Beings of pure will ourselves and new into the universe as the universe was new unto itself.
I remember matter and energy twisting outwards creating first space then time. Writhing and warping itself into particles of immense density. Stretching out and expanding from nothing and into nothing. Creation self-sustaining and evolving starting to revolve slowly around itself, clothing its existence in atoms of hydrogen and helium. Pressing them down into dense hot clouds. I remember the sensation of heat for the first time. Not the feeling that is a sensation of the physical world that came after and layered itself over the void. But of the simple pure vitality and entirety of heat. As it hurled violent colour over the visible and invisible spectrum, screaming like a billion violins across my raw new senses.
These massive heated clouds bursting into light. It was as if the universe and creation had smiled and we smiled with it. Matter and energy dancing and moving in an elegant chaotic ballet of balance and correction. In simple terms like a person in a very strong wind. Struggling to stand still buffeted and always slightly off balance , expending energy to stand still whilst maintaining over shape and form of being a person not losing atoms to the wind changing matter to energy to hold itself against the gale.
And amongst this early existence came death. We beings of will contended and fought to make the fibre of the new universe ours. As our wills clashed some were reduced some were joined and others grew as they consumed their brethren. Our writhing battles were the wind as the new universe fought to create a more solid form of itself. Why we fought I do not know but fought we did. Not deliberately as people do but because our will and another’s met over the shaping of some matter or energy. We would then struggle to make that conform to our need or want as the other would do the same. I say with wry humour that unlike people we were not all created equally, but rather randomly some with more willpower some with less. Though more power did not necessarily mean success in dominion over the result of the battle. Sometimes I would win, most times really, but that could just be conceit. Our wills would often be combined for a time creating something new that neither of the combatants had foreseen.
Some clothed themselves in the early form of the growing universe, becoming attached and part of physical reality and when they had then one had to negotiate or pay a toll to use that part of the physical world that they had become part of. This also locked and limited many of our early brethren, and there wills slowly slept and were overwritten by others and the universes own natural evolution. Mankind sometimes performed rituals to awaken or commune with these spirits and powers, most times with no success but occasionally. Just enough to keep mankind trying some would succeed. Gaining for a gnats life a modicum of power or knowledge.