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The Celestial Sphere gleamed with an eternal brilliance, a shimmering expanse of iridescent light that danced with ethereal colors. Its luminous mist swirled like rivers of liquid crystal, pulsing with a rhythmic energy that seemed to hum with the essence of creation itself. This was no ordinary realm—it was the seat of divine power, the cradle of all existence, crafted by the Creator's hands.
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The Creator gazed upon His masterpiece from a throne of pure light, His form obscured in an ever-shifting shroud of radiance.
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He spoke a word—one that rippled through the void, igniting the very concept of existence. From His word came the first spark of life.
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"I shall create a being," the Creator declared, His voice reverberating across the Sphere. "A purpose-driven entity, one whose sole reason for existence is to bring about my end."
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With that decree, He shaped Azrael, the harbinger of death in His thoughts. Azrael stood tall, cloaked in a dark, flowing mantle, his face obscured by shadows, his wings vast and dark. He was no mere being; he was a paradox—a creation destined to unmake his Creator.
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"For you, Azrael, I forge this blade," the Creator said, stretching His hand into the void.
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Energy surged, coalescing into a magnificent sword, its edges glinting with an otherworldly sharpness. "This is Omni Slayer, MAVET—a weapon imbued with the Eternity Edge, a shard of myself. Only you shall wield it."
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But as the endless flow persisted, Azrael faltered.
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Though bound by divine purpose, he could not fulfill it. The Creator watched with disappointment.
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"You have failed," He said, His tone heavy with divine authority. "You, who were meant to end me, now seek punishment for your failure."
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Azrael knelt, his head bowed low. "Confine me, my Lord, for I am unworthy."
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And so, the Creator cast him into Mortvold, a desolate plane beneath the Celestial Sphere. There, Azrael lingered in solitude, accompanied only by his trusted servants: Vorgath, Xarenos, and Ankou—beings as enigmatic as their master.
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But the Creator’s work was far from complete.
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"I shall create," He proclaimed once more. "For creation is my essence."
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With a single word, He brought forth the Twelve Dimensions, each brimming with raw energy and infinite potential. In the Twelve Dimensions, He created two beings whom He called His sons: Helios and Erebus.
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Helios, radiant and eager, absorbed the Creator's teachings, his golden form a beacon of light. Erebus, darker and brooding, walked a path of his own, his thoughts often clouded with envy. The Creator entrusted them with a monumental task: to fill the Twelve Dimensions with life.
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"My sons," He said, "you are to create as I have created. Let each dimension teem with existence, with beings of infinite diversity. Learn to wield Dio, the energy of creation, and bring forth life."
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Helios and Erebus set to work.
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Satisfied with their progress, the Creator descended to Mortvold, granting Azrael a new purpose: to maintain the balance between life and death across the dimensions.
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"A new assignment," Azrael murmured, his tone laced with hope. "Finally, I can be of use to my Creator."
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From his solitude, Azrael created the Reapers, ranking them by strength and assigning them to different dimensions and worlds. They had their own realm, called Hell, harvesting souls and preserving the fragile cycle of existence.
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"Lord Azrael," Vorgath said, his voice filled with curiosity, "could we take charge of the Twelve Dimensions?"
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"Do as you wish, Vorgath," Azrael replied, his gaze fixed on a particular dimension and universe.
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"If you can claim their emanation, it's yours to keep."
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Helios, with boundless enthusiasm, shaped his creations with care and purpose, filling the dimensions with harmonious beauty. Erebus, however, took a different approach—his creations often reflected the chaos within his heart.
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From his hands came Aion, his firstborn—a being of immense power and ambition. Helios, not to be outdone, created Aurora, his daughter, whose luminous presence rivaled the stars.
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"Fill the dimensions with life," Helios said.
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"Go forth and create," Helios and Erebus commanded their children, entrusting them with the same task their father had bestowed upon them. From the Eleventh Dimension to the First, the siblings and their bloodkin shaped worlds, birthing gods, creatures, and species of infinite variety.
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One day, Aurora knelt before her father, Helios.
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"Father," she said, "we have done as you commanded. The dimensions are brimming with life. What more would you have us do?"
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Elsewhere within the Twelve Dimensions, Erebus awaited a report from his children. His second son, Hermes, appeared before him, his demeanor cautious.
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"Father, we have fulfilled your will," Hermes said.
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"And where is Aion?" Erebus demanded, his voice sharp.
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"Father, he remains with his creations within the Eighth Dimension," Hermes replied. "He asked me to deliver his message instead."
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"What is your greatest desire, Father? Perhaps I could be of help," Hermes said, kneeling before his father.
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Erebus’s expression darkened.
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"Leave my sight!" he bellowed.
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As Hermes departed, Erebus clenched his fists, bitterness gnawing at him.
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"My father has always favored Helios," he thought. "Why is he allowed to walk freely within the Celestial Sphere, while I remain chained to the dimensions? I am greater than he is—more deserving."
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"My greatest desire," he said to himself.
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"Why is it," Erebus muttered, "that Father smiles upon Helios, yet barely spares a glance for me? Why does He allow Helios to walk freely within the Celestial Sphere, while I am left outside?" he asked himself once more.
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His envy grew, festering like a wound. Soon, it would boil over, threatening the fragile harmony of the Twelve Dimensions.
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### ELYRIA
**The Eighth Dimension**
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Elyria, one of the planets within the Eighth Dimension, gleamed like a jewel amidst the cosmos. Yet its beauty concealed its harsh realities.
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Aion observed his creations with pride. The planet Elyria, one of three within the dimension, stood as a testament to his vision. Yet, it was not without its challenges.
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"Lord Aion," Nyx, one of his creations, spoke hesitantly, "why are we being crystallized at birth? Unable to wield Dio?"
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Aion smiled, his expression calm yet enigmatic.
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"Call me Father," he corrected gently. "The process you speak of is by design. Only the strongest among you shall survive. It is a law my father and his brother agreed upon. Strength comes through trials, and sealing you and your powers is but the first test."
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"You just need to get stronger. Challenge every other god. Be the strongest—just like Father. Only the weak die off, just as you'd, Nyx," Mars laughed.
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"Don't listen to Mars," Aion assured Nyx. "You're not going to die like the others. I couldn't call myself your father if I just stood by and watched my children perish."
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"That being said, immortality can be taken away, right, Father? Beings who gain or are granted immortality are only called 'immortal' because they believe they are. Everything created must end someday. Nyx, you might not realize this, but we were all made as immortal beings. Growing stronger only reinforces that immortality—but even then, Father could erase it like a smudge. The higher the dimension and knowledge, the greater the power and authority."
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Nyx frowned. "And those who cannot break free?"
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"They are sent into oblivion," Sophos, Aion’s older daughter, replied with a sly grin.
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"Do not fret," Aion said once more. "I wouldn't call myself your father if I allowed you all to perish."
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Yet even within Aion’s domain, whispers of unrest began to stir.
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Erebus’s envy and bitterness cast a shadow over the Twelve Dimensions, setting the stage for a conflict that would echo through eternity.
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The Celestial Sphere, where the Creator watched His children from His ever-shifting throne beyond space—the seeds of rebellion had already begun to take root.
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