For billions of years, around the universe, a God was roaming aimlessly. He had no feeling nor a sense. He had no particular shape nor a shadow, nor a reason to continue on what he had been doing for the past billions of years. God for the first time in existence, felt something. It was illogical and indescribable, and maybe a hit of insanity. For the mighty existence who could do anything, to waver to a feeling? Nonsense.

But…

He didn't know he was a God to begin with. He didn't know anything to begin with. He had no particular shape. But slowly, a feeling shaped him, a feeling made him imagine another being, but how would that being look like? He didn't even know how he looked like.

But he would like a being with two limbs, or four. Or a hundred. Or no limb at all. He would like a being to change into anything. And he would call them… what?

He didn't know.

And didn't think it was important. Names had no meaning, after all, he had just created them, and would just discard them now.

But, this feeling wouldn't go, for another thousand years would never go.

The god imagined a figure and wished for it to come to existence. And the powder that kept moving aimlessly in the universe suddenly twined in front of him, and a little being came to existence. The being had a sense, had a figure with four limbs, had everything he had imagined. The god talked into the new being. And the new being responded, smiled, and expressed their happiness.

The being loved him, always stayed by his side, and slowly the god wished to be similar to his being, and with a swift, he was as tall as his being. His being widened their eyes, and instantly hugged him. And for the first time in his existence, god felt happiness.

Since then, the god loved every millennium he spent with his beloved being. But a sense inside him created another figure into his mind, and he couldn't help but wishing for it to come to life. And the powder of the universe accumulated to make that figure, which was different somehow. It was blue unlike the white skin of his first being, and it had no legs, but instead, a cone-shaped smoke-like lower body that gave them the ability to float.

God wished for his two beings to get together, but for some reason, his first being didn't wish for that. They expressed interesting emotions to each other, something was off with them, something he had never wished.

What do you feel toward him?

The god talked into his first being. And his first being answered, you created me first, I'm the highest one after you. If there was someone I would live for, do anything for, it would be only you. But I'm sad…

Sad? What was that thing? How could his first being express a feeling he didn't know? The god listened to his first being, noticed that the first being was sad because they thought that they would be left behind and the second being would take their place. The god was overwhelmed. That must be another feeling, and he decided to call it jealousy.

God observed his beings for millions of years. And during this period an enormous amount of thoughts accumulated in him. Feelings, figures, conflicts, races, cities and kingdoms, water, and lands. Those imaginative thoughts kept on building. And eventually, he found himself creating ink and paper to write them down. Page after page, millions of pages after millions of pages. And he couldn't finish them. For million years he forgot about his beings and immersed himself in his writing until a voice startled him from behind. The god turned around, and his elbow hit his ink and damaged a recently filled page.

For a second, the god decided to erase who had startled him from existence. But he didn't do that… because he couldn't understand what was happening.

I'm sorry my lord. The first being was shedding liquid from their eyes… a scene he had never seen before, was the first one sad?

I missed you, and couldn't hold myself anymore…

The first being's tears didn't just show sadness, it showed longing. Something he hadn't written. Something that he had just discovered. And his first being taught him that.

He understood that he gave his being enough information to process the rest, but he was moved by seeing how amazingly his creations used this info.

Come whenever you want.

The first being widened their eyes moved by his mercy. And then noticed the wet black page.

My lord, forgive me for my sin. I'm sorry.

Don't worry. The god looked at his black page and noticed that across the pages there were seven characters untouched by the ink.

T-A-R-A-Z-A-N? The first being spelled and the god smiled at them.

It looks that this page won't go to waste.

What will it be? The first being asked.

I don't know, but whatever it will be, it will forever remain, my only mistake.

The god's only mistake was passed by and other millions of pages were filled. God loved this world so much. Loved it so much that he thought of creating it.

But he knew, he could never complete it. Because he had already used all of his power. He called his two beings, and his first being cried and whined asking him not to create anything anymore… but he had already wished for his world to come…

How my world will continue I wonder? I wonder how will they do? The mistake I had never expected, or the woman that even though wanted to be strongest died before reaching that, countless of times, or the man who had his own sense of justice, or the woman who lived thousands of years fighting the man she loved just to make him notice… or any of my beings… I wonder, I really wonder… how would they turn to be.

And as the god completed his words, the book pages disappeared along with him, the power of the universe accumulated around the two beings, slowly creating the world that the god called "CHAOS."

……….

……….

But,

In the middle of the tornados of the powder, the first being wiped off their tears and brokenly smiled.

"I had always hated you."

"I know."

The first being giggled, and their next few words shocked the second, "I inherited the world my lord had created, and I know two gods are a much for it."

The second being widened their eyes before the powder took over.

And after hundreds of millions of years, in the deepest part of the world, a place that was once called Deep Hell, a youth with no memories, awoke.