Creation

There used to be nothing. Just a never ending, dark abyss, with nothing in it. No stars as we see today, no planets, no asteroids, just an endless, murky nothingness. There was no life. There was no death. But, there was an in-between. An entity, not of life, yet not of death either. Many would later call this entity life itself, but they would be wrong. They would call it death, and they would be wrong. It was nothing. It was the void of all existence, the in-between of everything. It was the expanse in which nothing can exist in. Yet, eons passed- Or, likely passed, time had no meaning in the abyss- before it all changed.

Where once there was nothing, now there was something. The beginning of creation. The first particles of anything.

They floated in the abyss.

They waited in the abyss.

They multiplied, in the abyss.

Then, after what felt like an infinite amount of time, a period that looped, yet didn't looped. Moved linearly, yet leaped around like a frog, the particles formed a being. Time. Time was created in the abyss, and now the abyss could change. With the manipulation of Time, the abyss could go through change in milleniums rather than the eternal loops, because Time existed.

A̸̞͇̝̘̽͛͗͜ͅf̵̫͍͉̭̜̐̉͛͒̉͌̚͜͠͝ṭ̶̢̗̦̦͙̿ę̷̨̡̫͕͙̼̦̀͒̿̕r̶̛͈͇͕̹̭̭͚̻̬̭̓͋͐̍̽̾̽̊̊͆̈̕͘͝͝ ̶̨͈͔̖̦͈̯̫͚̺͖̱͖̅̂̓͐̔̋̋̃̊̄̑̌͘̚͝T̵̡̯̙̭̻̣͂ĩ̶̢̯̤̜̬͎͉̘̲̮̱̪̄̄̽̏̅̽̅̾̑̀̕ͅm̵͓̤͈̂͌̾͂͌̆͗̐̂̽̀̐̔͠e̵̲͆̆͊͐̉̄,̷͈̬̮̘̠̮̰̞͔̮̙̩̝͇̖̍ͅ ̶͍̱̝͑̔̏͠ȁ̷́̊̽̎͊͘̕͜͠ ̶̛̫̫͎̈́̆̽̂ͅr̷̢̬̰̟̯̖̠͋̄̽̇́͌͒̿̑̔͑̀̚̕͝͠ͅâ̵̞̖͍̘̩̗̑̇̓̐͋͋͑́͊͂t̵̨̙̫̻̮̘́̒͘ͅh̷͔̃̀́̆é̷̱̖̞͇́̓̓͊̾͘ͅr̸͇͉̾̎͂̊̏̔͒̏̑͝ ̵̦̝̫̩̳́̅̓̄̓́o̶̡̡̯̠̪̎͐̈́͛̀̃̓̚͝͝d̸͓́d̵̢̡͙̖̼͙͈̭̰̦̗̆͜ ̷̞̹̩̻̙͙̹̙̯̓̈́́͜͜͜e̸͇̥̜͔̲͕̎͋̊͊͊́̓͗͗͒̓͆́͝͝n̵͔̂̌̋̈́͒̋̏̕t̴̛̛̛̜̣̙͚̻̹̱̤̪͊̈́̉̄̈́͝͝͝ḯ̵̢̺̗͉̹̙̭̪̤̠̂̂̌́͌͑̐̏͛̕͝ť̶̢̠̩̼̹̹̥̻̬̪̠̬̣͌y̵̛̪̽͛̄̔ ̴̧̢̯͍̮̳̥̪̟̗͉̳͓̿̂͒͋̿̈̇͐͂̕̚̕͜c̴̠͒̐̋̌͠ả̶͖̌̈́͂m̸̨̪̪͎͕̦̩͇͈̝͑ͅe̵̤̗̲̎͂̈́̊͗͊̓͊ ̶̛͍̈́͋̽͛̀͛̇̉̂̚͠į̸͙̩̪̥̪̮̮̱̠̹͓̳̐͛n̷̢̧̠͙͍̥͙͍̻̆͆͋͋͌̀̔t̵͙̥͂́̎̃͛͑̋̍̕o̷̡͉̜̺̩͙͆͆̀̏̐͒͜ ̵̡̛̺̲̥̱̓͗̌̂̇͂̀̿̚͝ę̵̧̟̤̈́x̸̢̧̣̩̤̪̙̅̓̿̓̂̂̉̽͆̓̎̿͠ͅǐ̴͍̲̗͇̯͕̞̝̓s̴̡̰̙̤̘̟̖̰̘̦̳̎͗́̎̑̏͋̈́̽̚͜t̴̙̜͙͇̜̰̫͇̠̜̃̽̔̆̇̐͘͘͠e̶̟̥̽̂͐̇͑̇͐̽͊̓̑́̕n̵̻̹̱̗̠̞͇̰̙͍̆͐̌͑̉̈̾́͂̏̃̍̀͘̚ċ̵͉͌͗̿́̀͐̂̂́͋̏͛̕͝ȩ̶̠̦̰̂͆̏͛͑̄̓͛͝,̵̨̝̩̼͔̦̤̳̮̼̗̻̼̈̀̀̽͗̏̓͐̀̇͐̓ ̷̧̧͈̜̮̼͇͔̜̞̪͊͌̆̈̈͐̆ͅb̸̦̗̠͉̯́͂̇͆̈́́̆̕ͅų̵̢̪̙̮͙͉̹͎͕͖͆̃͑̿̃̋̈́͌͝͝ţ̷̙̠̺͍̼͚͍̯̫̳̹͊̈̽̂͋̏͗͘͠͝ ̶̧͎͕͕̣̳͕̠̄̍̒̋͋͊̎͝n̸̹̭͚̯̩̼̎̉̄͑̃̋̕̚͜͝o̷̧̺͐̐́̾̈́̍̓̾̇̍̅́͊͠͝ḅ̷̩̟̩̠̆̿̊̀̔͝o̶͕̮̳̝͗̿̃̐̔͊̾̆͘͠d̶̢̦̣͕̫̭̼͙͚̦̭͕̘͉̈́̄̅͐͆̌̂̓ͅy̷̢̞̺̫̫̣̥̪͇̪̩͔͈͈̔̎̓̈͋̊͒ͅ ̶̛̼͎̘̹̮͖͉̠̲̒̈́̊͑͐͐́͒̒̚͝͝ķ̴̛͍̘͉͎̩̤̺̼̝̲͔̊̑̈͋̀̾̔̂͛̅͜͜n̷̨̧̧̳̱̭̘͖̻͍̟̯̞̩̩̓ȅ̷̡̥̘͔̱̤̫̹̞̜͙̫̌̕͝ͅw̸̯̥̭̘̉͂̎͌͗̓̈́̉̅̚͝ ̴̨̦̼͖̾̔́̄̅̃̈́̿̑͘ǫ̸̩̞̣͕̰̜̥̬͎̟̙̖̳̮͛͊̏̄̎͜f̷̡̦̼̝̫̰̤̺̳̘̖̆̄̓̒̏̋̒̀̊͝ ̴̬̖̊͜ȉ̸̢̨̱̼͍͍̙̠͇̟̥̻̬̦̉͂͒͐̑̈́́̈̑̈́͒͋̓͘t̵̢̧͍̯͚̰͉̙̯̜̝͔̣͑́͜.̷̲̱̪̉̈͌̌͋͋ ̷̟͕͙̼̪̋̓̑̑̃͊̂̏͗̍Ạ̷̧̰̹̿̅̈́̇̌̎͆̽̈̑̔͗f̸̡̨͖̹̱͙͉̫̫̝̌̿͑͜t̶͕͎͉͇̥̰̺̣̙͉͔͕̙̝̖̐͆̐ͅė̶̙̳͓̦̔̿̓̓̐̄́̑͆̓͘̚r̶̛̫̭͌́̎̽̓́̃̑̂̉ ̶̼̻̖̝͓͔̈́a̵̧̜̼͎͚̥͓̙̝͈͎͈͆͊́̏̈́̒̅͋̓̃͘͘͝͠l̴͓̙̻̮̪̱̓̌͑̑̋́̈́̇͘͠l̷̢̳̭͙̳̹̣̙̣͇̳̒̃̌͋͊͗̏͐͗͆̚͠͝͠͝,̷̡̢̛͇̮̪̞̱͙̐͆̔͝ ̷̡͙͍̠̥͙͓̖̳͌w̶̛̼̗͚͖̳̣͗̈̆̀̒͒̂͛̔͋̇̚ͅh̵̭͈̣̠̃̌̎̆̓̃͋́̀̈̀͠ͅǫ̵̧͇͚̟̮͕̮͎̜̬̯̔͑̎̓̆̈́̎̈́̒͘͠ ̴̹͎͋̏͆̀w̷̡̰̪̻̐̏̚ö̶̧̧̨̡͔͈̰͎̥́̏̎̓́͒̈́̓̌̈́̋̏̄͌͘͜͝ư̴̡̧̠̜̱͚̪͙̫̩͈̯̜͚̾̾̀̎̔̿̃̑͊́̑̉͜͜͝͝l̴̥̰̳̰̇̾̋́͑̂́̑͋̆̽̂̂͠d̴̢̡̦̙͍̗̝͇̯̦̜̰͖͆̍̈́ ̸̞̻̻͕̲̘͖̌̀̿̎̓͌̒̿̊͗͐́̎͗͘k̷̙͚͔̹̞͚͎̍̀̄͘n̶̢̰͖̥̍͠ͅo̷̘͚͎̪̜̝̹̝͑͜w̴̡̝̗͍̱͔̱͖͔̦͖̪͉̋̃ ̴̧̡̨͕̟͈̝̥͉͎͊́̏͐́̆̊a̶͎̻̰̿͋̍͋͒̕͘͝b̷̢͇̫̯̭̟̥́̿̐̈́̐͑ͅo̷̡̭͙̻̖͉̝̭͚̤̫̦͒̐͐̒͊̈́̌̀̔̅̃̋́̚͜͝ṳ̴͎̬͑̈́̌͂̆̃͘͝t̷͓͔̭̲̮͇̀̎̅̏͒͊̊͝ ̵̡̨̨̟͉͉̺̝̙̫̜̦͚̯̓͝ ̷̧̢̛͇͉̺̰̙̘̥͇̯̋͌̀̽͐̀̃͐̓͜͜͝ ̶̨̠̺͚̰͓̼̌̄̎̉͆̃̋̊̐̀̉̕̚͝ ̵̟͓̻͙̺͈͂̈̈̕̚͝ ̸̧̨̨̛͇̬̫̺̝̰̯̱͕͉̠̒̾̈́̽̈͋̌̑͊͒̌̅͝ ̷̧̢̢̺͈̹͕͓̭̭̳͇̮̠̰̘̽̐̋ ̶̨̨͇̫͎͍͖̺̗̗̣̎̈̽̐͘ ̷̟̣̹̻̳̠̝̼͊̿̂̓̈́͗̕̕ ̴̡̧̼̩͓̣̒̏̅̃͛͌̈́̎̈̅͝ ̷̢̥͎̖̘̖͓̠̼͙̬̃̇̇̇́̂̾̚͝͠ ̴̧̢̹̗͉̼͈͚͈̹͑̄̈́̃͜͝ ̵̡̡͔̭̺̤͕͙̲͕̦̫̖̈̊̇̋͜͜ͅ ̶̘̘̲̦͉̤͎͍̐͆͛̾̈́͆̿͠͝ ̷̢̢̨̛̙̬̠̞̞̞̙͖̜͒͂́̒̋̍͛̾̑̕ ̴͎̗̯͚̃̒̀͠ͅ ̷̭̤̳̏̌̈́͆͒͆̌̈̂͗͋̾̕͘͘͘ ̴̢̧̗͎̼͙̭̱̟̹̓́͊̊̉͜ͅ ̶̨̰͎̘̱́̊́̆̏̆̑̑͂̀͜͠ ̶̛̛̹̎́̃͗̑̍̀̔͐͑̊ ̸̧̛͉̠̬͛͋̓̈̚ ̶̭̲̦̲͉͂̊͑̅͊͑̇́̎̿̽͝ͅ ̵͈̲͎̻̼̱̠̲͔̜̼̯̱̮̭̗̋̋͊̉̃̾̐̋́̒̏̈́̒̕͘ ̵̢̥͎̱̖̰̗͈̓̃̍̽̒͝͠ ̸̨͇̜̺̍̑̂̑͊̌͒ ̷̡̡̤̙̫̤͈͉̻̱̟͇̜͐̀̌͌̎͛̏̋͒̔͒͐̏̕̕͜͝ ̶̢̫̗̦̰̖͓̟͓̱͂̽̋̓͛̄̑́͠ ̵̧̯̳͇̘͇̘̫̺̣̩̮̻̫̌̏͋̑̍͋̈́͒͒͌͠ ̴̡̛͙̮̬͖̤̹̲̩̼́̅̎̍ ̵̡̢̹̳̭̻̹̺͇̑͒̈́̽̀̎̔̄͒̇̅̈́́͒͘̚͜ ̵̧͔̺̗̲̙͚͉͓̣͕̓̋͒̃̽̓̄̚͝ ̸̨̟͙̜̭̲͇̮̖̣͓͇̐͂ͅ ̸̨̛̞̀͛̆̐̔̋͑̽̓̓̔̏ ̶̧͉̤̫̘̪̩̭̱̤̦͉̙̅͒́̊̅̽̉̅ ̸̹͇͚̝̣̦̰̤͑͌͐͐̾́̅̄̒̚ͅ ̴̧͚̝̱̙̘̲̿̑̓͂̃͑ ̷̧̋͋̽̽͗̑ ̶̢̧͔̯̠̖͔̳̅̎͗̋͌̈́͂͑̋́ ̶̛̟̖͇̪̺̪̉͋̒̈́ ̷̛͉͕̟̥̭̻̭̑̔̑̄̔̈̑̎̏͘ ̶̛̛͌͛̏̽̀̀̓̄͝ͅ ̸̛̞̙͎͖̭͕̼͌̌̅̈́̀̍̑͋̎̊̏̚ ̵̢̡̗̻̲̣͚̘̫̫̠̀͌̕͜ ̴̢̡͕͕̰̬͓̗̮͉̫͍̙̾̂͂̏̅̏̏̃̑͋̅́̔̄͐̉͜͜ͅ ̸̺̏̔̌͑̂̀̏̑͆̐͗̏͘̚ ̵̧̡̙̘̠͖̖̲̞͙͒̓́̊̈͌̏͗͝ ̶̣͔̘̰̮̫̤̟͑̈ ̷̬̳͛̔̽͛̚ ̴̛̦̲̪͉̼̬̍͑͗͂̿ ̸̹̱̤̲̹̩͓͐͊̈̍͊͑ ̶̡̧̢̡̮̹̯͖̙̜͖͚̬͔͕̜̀͛̎͂͋͠͝ ̷̛̪̤̞̈́̓̂̚͠ ̷̘̈́́͑̌̀͒͆̄͆͊̓͠ ̷̜͎̳̳́̔̑́̌̓̀̅̋͛͊̽͘͝ ̶̡̟̠̣̬̰̗̐̃̆̍̈́̃̊͠ ̴̧̙̳̹̥̤͎̱̞̗̰̤̤͍͒͒ ̷̜̙̰̺̫̙̤̳̼̀͒̿ͅ ̵̨̅̅͒̑̈́̈̈̏͊̑̆̕ ̸͚̰͕̰̙͕͈͍͈͚̗͎̬͔͙̐̿͐̾̐͗̕͠ ̴̛̞̾̓̽̆̀̉ ̶̨̛͉̪̖̪̲̰̗̲̺̟̞̳͔̿̂͛̍̀͂͑̎̆̾̌͝͝ ̴̧̛̩̞̰̠̗͇́̿̒̓̇̀́̆͊̀̌̋͝͝ ̷̖̹͙̜̼̎͐̾̇͆͐͗̕ ̷̧̪̓ ̶̡̖̺͈̈̄̊̑̊̀̂̽͐̾̈́̀̾̕͝ ̸̡͚̩̬̙̠̤͇̣̙̺̏̈́̈́̾̃́͗͑̊͠ ̵̨̡̞͎̞́͂̀̈́̐̈́̅́̆̚̕͘͝͠ ̷̧̻̭̪͉͇̭͈̙̹͋͜ͅ ̵̨̩͇͔̫̭̲̪͖̟̰̊͗͌̾̈̒͗̋ ̴̨̛͙͈̖̮̘͔̺̰̞͑͐͝͝ ̵̡̮̝̜̹͍̯̥̊̏͒͜͝ ̶͖̝͆͒́͒̇̈́̾̉͘ ̵̨̳̲͚̰̗̼͈͚̱̳̺̩̗́̑̋͛̔̿͌́́͒͑̃͘͝ ̸̡̨̛͍̫̻̝͔̗̺͇̯̟̖̤͍͈͐̓͑̈́͆͊͂͒ ̶̭̪̘͓̙̣̩͖̲̈́̑̊̈̏̓̉̋̉̾͝͝͝ ̵̪̜̲͓̽͗̅͑̒͋̐̆̃͋̽͌̽̌̏̃ ̷̖̝̙͌̈́̆̔͋̽̇͐͗́̾͗͒̕̚ ̵̼̫͔̝̰͚̜͙̈ ̴̛̛̛͔̻̉͗̓͌̓̉̀̈́̓͗̎̉ ̶̤̝͓̬̬̜̟͔̍̄͌͗̅̓͑́͐̃͒́͗̎͘͝ ̸̡̡̭͖̖̘̱̪͖͉̂͛̐͑̀̎͗̆̈́̕ͅͅ ̷̢̖̺͉̗̥̭̞̘͚͙̘͑̈́̿̈̇́̿͂̿̌͝ ̵̧̛̗͔̘̤̀̃̍͑̆͆͛͋͗ ̷̲̝̈́̈͒͝ ̵̛̫͖̋̇̔̋̽̍͠ ̶̡̨̧̧͓͓͔̗̞̯͕̬̫̮̜̈́̋ ̵̡̳̠̦͇̟͉̺͇̯̓̓̃͌̕ ̵̨̪̥͔̦̤͓̳͈͓͚̩̘̪̼̇̂͌̈́̏͗̆̌̌͊͊͂͋̕̕ ̸̧͍̜̰͙̱͈̟͙͙͚̰͙̟̥̔̒͠ͅ ̶̌͊͐̓́͜ ̸̦̳̪͈͈̫͇̝̪͕͐͛̈́͂̏̈́̉̄́͌̑̅͝ ̷̛̣̈́͆̆̇̍͠ ̸̮̓͋̊͋̇̒̒̆̊̉͘̕͝͝ ̷̨̰̗̪̜̝̳̮̱͖̯̯͍͉͎͑̊̈́̌̽́͆̈̅͝ ̷̢̛̞͙͉̭̙͕̣̾̓́̌̽͛́͋̈͘͝͠-̷̧̨̰̮͒͛͆̈͛̐̑̅̕͘ͅ

̷̢̝̦̳̹̪͔̱̪͓̂̈

Soon, another being came into existence. Life. Most people say that Life came first. They would be wrong. Some people say that Life came last out of these entities. They would be wrong. When the embodiment of Life was created, it created, well, life. Life embodied not just the living, but all matter itself. They created planets, stars, galaxies... They created the universe, and they created creatures. Creatures of different materials, sent to different parts of the galaxy. Some stayed on their planet and thriving, others traveling the galaxy and exploring. Some moved to other planets and thrived far better than all other creatures. Yet, there was one problem. Life was never able to keep up with the rapidly expanding populations, never able to create enough planets for all the creatures to comfortably live. The creatures lived in tiny areas, dozens of some species living in an area fit for only ten. Then, one day, it all changed.

Despite being inactive for eons, with its space filled in with stars, planets, and other beings, the abyss still existed. With the last of its abilities, it used the power from a black hole to create what would balance out the universe, and would save it from reverting back to what it originally was- nothing. It created Death.

When Death came into existence, the worlds were suffering. Unable to move on when they caught a deadly disease. Unable to stop others suffering because they could do nothing. And so, death began to do what it was created to do. It moved from world to world, balancing out life until a species either died out or changed.

It was a clean slate. A fresh start. A better start. And a start with one more variable, found in the Abyss by Death. Magic. Magic spread through the universe, granting some people with the ability to harness it. Magic created better civilizations on some worlds, and tore down others. Magic created prejudice, but also created the ability to look past someone's abilities. Magic, with the help of Death, created the universe we know today.

A/N: So, that was it! This was the result of me eating grapes and somehow getting inspired. I swear I've got no idea where it came from. Since I wrote this in an hour and then posted it, I didn't really go over it, so if you see any mistakes, feel free to comment about it and I'll fix it! This is going to be a oneshot only, no second chapter, as like said before, it just came in a burst of inspiration. Cya!