I love eldritch abominations.

I love everything to do with Lovecraft and the Great Old Ones. I like the horror, the mystery, the uncertainty. The knowledge that there was something out there that the mortal mind could never fathom, was what I loved.

The unknown.

However, I also loved stories of Angels, of absolute good and morality. Heroes daring to go against fate, unwilling to yield because it was the right thing to do. The dichotomy was something I adored, and in any universe, I would ever create it would exist.

This is why when I returned to the Fulcrum the next day, I already had an idea of the foundations of the universe I was about to create.

Looking around at the white space I decided to alter it. That ball of light had said that I could change it to look however I wanted it to look. So, I willed it to change and I felt it move, like an extra appendage that I had always had. It just felt natural, more so than using my own limbs.

The bright light that once filled the room turned dark; the space had become a void. I was actually floating now rather than standing. After all, there was nowhere to stand on, yet.

Another shift of my will and mist appeared, thick and ominous. It seemed to move as if it had a conscious of its own. Which it did. While I couldn't create souls inside my universe or any life at all in the real world. This space wasn't the real world it still was technically attached to my powers despite not being a universe. So, I give the mist a mind of its own, a consciousness that spread across this whole space.

I had decided to name it Izipu Ihe Caligo, from the Igbo words for devouring and the Latin word for mist.

"And to you, I grant the title of [The impenetrable one]."

Click.

I felt the shift immediately like the turning of a key, something had been unlocked.

I hadn't actually been sure that I could give out titles but now that I knew about it made sense. If my universe could give out titles why would its maker be unable to?

I then tried to give myself the title of the [One Above All] but nothing happened. Of course, it was expected, I couldn't give myself titles directly and I doubt that the entity would allow me to give myself titles indirectly.

" Looks like I'll have to get mine the regular way."

As if sensing my disappointment, the mist gathered around in a manner that could be considered comforting.

I chuckled lightly "Thank you Iz." It was a bit unnerving to be talking to a mist that I had created. However, that unease was washed away from the childlike happiness that I felt from it.

I was its world, its maker, it couldn't go against me. So, there was no need to fear.

Turning my attention away from the Izipu, I willed into existence an island. A small island with no vegetation or trees, the ground wasn't made of dirt but rather a black tar-like substance that attempted to pull one under. In the center of this island, there were stairs that seemingly stretched for eternity.

At the top of the staircase, I created a room with walls that seemed to be alive. Haunted faces seemed to emerge and morph from the wall before being sucked back in with looks of abject horror and fear. They cried and whispered, they begged for salvation. I could hear them. Limbs and body parts constantly morphing creating a rather unsettling sound.

It was rather morbid but that aesthetic of it appealed to me.

In the void space where [The impenetrable one] resides there is a staircase of seemingly infinite length. At the apex of the staircase, there is a room whose walls screamed for salvation and whispered into the ears of whoever arrived slowly, driving them insane.

That seems pretty cool to me.

It was like decorating your room but with infinite options. While creating the staircase, I had discovered that I could arrive anywhere in this space instantaneously. I had seemingly teleported from the mist-filled void to the room at the top.

The sole purpose of the room was to house one singular object. A book.

Not just any book. It was a book that would allow any who wrote in it to alter the universe I was to create. This was a sort of bypass for the no editing after completion rule given to me by the entity. The rules of the universes I created could be decided by me and my first rule was that this book allowed the altering of the universe.

However, I didn't want to push my luck too hard. So I limited the number of changes to 1 every million years. However, I suspected that I wasn't in the clear yet even though nothing had happened. The entity had seemed to be pretty darn powerful I doubt that it hadn't accounted for this situation.

The book itself was unassuming, I made it look old and thin. I created a pedestal at the center of the room that would hold it. The pedestal functioned in much the same way that the walls did. There were constantly shifting limbs and faces but now rather than despair there was only anger.

The book also served a secondary purpose, it would be how I would create the universe.

Like an author.

It would remain without a name or title. It didn't need one.

So, I stood behind the pedestal and willed into existence a quill. I opened it up, put my quill to paper, and wrote.

At the beginning of time, there was darkness. Absolute darkness, that was all-consuming. It was absent of all life both mortal and divine. However, there existed beings that were neither mortal nor divine. They were greater.

They were twisted, perfectly unknowable and their visage could not be gazed upon by all but the highest of beings.

They were [ The Never-ending Ones].

I stopped and took my quill off the page.

I felt it, my reality was coming into existence as I had written it. I felt the emptiness, the vast darkness. I felt [The Never-Ending Ones] but they were in a constant state of flux. I hadn't determined how many of them there were nor the size of the universe. It would continue to shift until I completed the universe or specified a number.

The maximum size of the universe was immense. It was nowhere near the size of reality, but I could fit several galaxies in there. However, I decided to limit that size to only one galaxy. How I knew how much that was, I had no idea. I just did.

After my short little pause, I continued to write.

There were seven of [The Never-Ending Ones] who floated about in this void for billions of years content with what was. Yet after billions of years, one of [The Never-Ending Ones] called Zulthust decided that he no longer wished to be around his brethren. He created his own realm parallel and equal to the void. Soon after his brethren followed suit and created their own realms to inhabit, leaving the void truly empty.

A Billion more years passed, and the void felt lonely. From that loneliness, a want was birthed. A want for life and companionship. From that sprung the celestials, pure, powerful, and embodiments of order. They were the antithesis to [The Never-Ending Ones].

They were beings of geometry that constantly shifted their appearance.

The void bore a grudge against [The Never-Ending Ones] for leaving. So, the Celestials were created to make sure that they could never reenter.

The Celestials also numbering 7 took stations at the very edges of the void and stood guard, for when they were born, they understood that they had a singular purpose. To make sure [The Never-Ending Ones] could not enter. They also knew that more life would be born shortly, and that this newborn life would not be able to handle the presence of [The Never-Ending Ones]. So, they were given the title of [Universal Aegis].

Again, from the sea of darkness sprung the [Origin-Star]. It’s true name incomprehensible but its power undeniable. It bled warmth and light into the void. Its rays raced each other to the very edge of what they knew to be reality.

The sun decided that it would be the center of reality and it rearranged the void to match that.

For millions of years, it was content with its existence of simply watching its rays racing around the universe.

Occasionally it spoke with the Celestials but there was not much to speak of, and they were sullen and quiet beings.

Soon it realized that it was lonely, it wanted companionship. It sacrificed its power, to give birth to the Valhkrano. The Valhkrano burst from its surface in an explosion of plasma. They were joyous and grateful, playful and talkative, they were creators, and they were musicians and architects.

They were made to fill the universe with life and fill it up they did. First, they created stars, pale imitations of their parent, as a sign of respect to it. Then they created planets and trees and animals. They filled the void with creations of joy and wonder. They created objects of immense power and black holes, quasars, and many other spatial and temporal phenomena. Finally, they created the mortal races.

These many races thrived and grew in power. However, when they were created, they were not truly divine. See while the divine did not have souls the concept of divinity made it so that it wasn't a problem. However, for the new mortal races, that lack of soul-filled them with hunger and rage.

The mortal races started to commit crimes against each other. The Valhkrano were worried by these crimes but they were also curious and amused by them. So, they took no heed of the warning it presented.

One of the mortal races known as the Yinnesin grew a hunger for domination. They wanted to conquer the stars. However, they knew that even with their advanced wonders in technology and faster than light ships that they would never be able to fight the Valhkrano.

So, they turned to the [The Never-Ending Ones]. They pleaded with 6 and were ignored. When they came to the 7th it relented. It was curious about these little things.

It was Vh'iggi, the last of [The Never-Ending Ones] to leave the void.

Most of [The Never-Ending Ones] could not be bothered about this reality but it was intrigued. It wanted to enter but the Celestials would not allow it.

It had tried to enter by force before but though he possessed strength much greater than the celestial their title allowed them to resist him. They possessed the concept of {sanctuary} {Defense} and {Aegis} to such a high degree that even it could do nothing.

When they fought in the protection of reality, they were granted massive boons of power.

Since then, he had been plotting a way to enter the universe. So, when the Yinnesin came to him and asked for his help he couldn't refuse.

He blessed them with the knowledge of concepts, the power of their celestials, and Valhkrano. In exchange, they were to allow it entrance into reality.

The Yinnesin returned to reality and they began to work on this newfound knowledge. They grew in power and strength, but all the while they hid it from all others.

One day after billions of years they finally matched the powers of the Valhkrano, and on that day they attacked.

A war so vicious, so terrifying, so horrific that even the Yinnesin were shocked. The first-ever war. The universe cried for this was a stain that could never be erased, the many races were slaughtered, and their planets turned to glass. The Valhkrona were hunted and massacred. Though they did not go out without a fight.

Their immortality was not enough, the divinity that ran through their veins while capable of stopping all mortal means of death, against those with the power of concepts death was a possibility.

As the final Valhkrano was on his last legs he cursed them. For as their maker he could undo their potential. When life was first created it was granted unlimited potential. That potential was now locked limiting them from growing any further. The power they had currently could not be taken but all newborns within the universe would not have this potential.

The Yinnesin angered by what he had done took him and locked him in a black hole where he would be eternally trapped and forced to endure infinite gravity.

The reduction of their potential was the start of the weakening of the Yinnesin. Their victory over the universe and its races granted unto them the titles of [Universal Annihilators]. With this title, they turned their eyes to the Celestials.

They attacked en masse but the Celestials concepts were so high that they could fight off the Yinnesin even though they were vastly outnumbered and outgunned. It was a battle that shook the universe, expanded it, and threw the planets and solar systems asunder.

What used to be a close and tight-knit universe was now stretched apart. The Suns hung onto their planets and dragged them with them, but some were not lucky.

The Celestials did not go down easily but they were still brought to their knees. And with their weakening, it entered into the universe. Its plan had succeeded, and it was given the title [The enabler].

Yet as it took its very first step into the universe it screamed. The universe would not allow it to enter and so to deny it access, it was purging the space that Vh'iggi took up. It ripped and tore at itself, inadvertently creating explosions of space and time. Vh'iggi had to withdraw for even though it was not in much danger it did not want the universe to destroy itself. The Celestials already weakened were trapped in the explosions of space and time where they were forced into eternal slumber.

The Yinnesin being mortal beings were destroyed and all other life died due to the presence of Vh'iggi.

I took my pen off the page and rung my wrist a bit. It was a bit sore since I had made a couple revisions here and there, but this is what I wanted for my origin story.

It was vague and filled with mythological beings similar to other creation stories. I could have added more detail, but I wanted to see how my powers would fill in the gaps.

There was only one other thing that I wanted to do right now. That thing being the creation of a planet capable of sustaining life.

That was easy enough, I simply had to pick a planet and remove the glass upon it. The race I would be using would of course be humanity. Though I wanted to use other races humanity was probably the best option since they were most similar to me. Which would make it easier to learn anything that they discovered. Not to say that there wouldn't be other life or races, simply that humanity existing would be guaranteed.

Well, at least until I get rid of this cancer.

After that, it was fair game.

Tomorrow I would create the energies that would fill the universe and then I would finish its creation.

I was tired now and needed sleep the process had taken quite a lot out of me. As I fell into my bed, I couldn't help but smile.

That was fun.