When Anu and Padomay had begun to break down into smaller forms, Sithis was the first to emerge. The Void spilled out from the remnants of Padomay- the largest shard of the now fractured embodiment of Chaos. But Sithis, swaddled in his Void, snatched a minute fragment of Anuās form before fleeing to the edges of existence and beyond. This tiny piece of order would be kept safe for the time when its intended purpose arrived. Until then, Sithis was content to āexistā as a thorn in the side of the largest shard of Anu; Auri-El.
This was not an impossible task, the self-proclaimed Lord of Aetherius was a very proud individual and absolutely despised whatever did not fit into the criteria of his perfect realm. Sithis and his Void were perfect examples for what did not belong. The Void was a place where nothing existed yet there was always a constant shifting and churning within its darkness. It was a place of inconsistency, and this new ālordā of Time held no affection for it nor for its master.
And Sithis took no issue with this, for he had his own plans. He couldnāt create something from nothing- which is unfortunate because his plane was abundant with nothing. But this did not deter the Dread Father from his goals. He would create an avatar of chaos, a being to rival Auri-El in every way. One capable of swaying the other fragments to bend to their will. Sithis was tired of Order taking precedence over Change. Padomayās firstborn was hungry for...something.
The Anuic fragment, once pristine and white, lay in his palm bleeding as he corrupted it with Padomaic influence- turning it a glowing crimson that pulsed and beat to a rhythm of its own. With every transfer of power, Sithis became weaker but it did not stop him. This being would be his one and only child- his only creation. He had to get this right.
Snatching the shadows of the Void with deft hands, he wrapped the āheartā in them and then set the cocoon down gently. The wrappings of darkness did nothing to stem the fiery glow of the corrupted shard, and it continued to pulse dimly like a lonely beacon in the darkness. Weary from being drained of so much of his own essence, Sithis settled into his shadows and observed the cocoonās growth. As time passed it grew larger and larger within him, and he could feel the being within it squirm and dream. It dreamed and it was enough to allow him to finally relax, for he knew he had achieved his ultimate goal; he had created a god. One both Anuic and Padomaic. Balanced.
It was when he heard the soft crackling and chittering from the cocoon within him that he opened his eyes once more- it was time for this creature to be born. Reaching within himself, Sithis grasped the bloated, squirming egg and tossed it into the inky shadows below to observe the birth.
The first to emerge was a long, ashen arm; it burst out of the wispy wrappings with such a ferocity that Sithis was worried something had gone wrong during the gestation period. And then another. And another. And several more. Once they stopped bursting out, each hand gripped the sides of the large crack on the cocoonās surface and wrenched it open. Within it, Sithis could no longer see the glow from the shard and panic bloomed for a moment when all he saw was a dark, glossy frame...until it churned.
This child was as large as Auri-El but itās birth was nowhere near as peaceful, for when it finally emerged from its broken womb wet and convulsing it shrieked. All at once, the Void was full of life as the child took its first few breaths, limbs flailing and scrambling for purchase amongst the afterbirth. Slick plates of chitin and flesh melded together to form the childās body. It had a mane of long, straight hair and a pair of curved horns and many, many crimson eyes. Nestled in its sternum was the corrupted shard, beating erratically as the child shrieked and chittered in its panic.
āSilenceā The Dread Father whispered hoarsely, weary from lack of power.
The child whipped around shrieking louder, overwhelmed by the darkness it was born in. Sithis placed a skeletal hand upon its damp, sticky brow and it crumpled to the ground instantly. Satisfied that no harm had come to it, the Void spirit plucked the slumbering god into his arms and tossed it into the midlands between Aetherius and the Void. A deep, dark chasm formed where the child landed- the perfect place for it to stay and listen to his teachings until it was ready.
Somewhere in Aetherius, Auri-El sat contemplating what he had just seen. The abomination Sithis considered a child had roused from its forced slumber, shrieking and howling madly as it tried to call out to its father.
He could foresee infinite possibilities in this wretched thing, and none of them ended in his favor. In Anuās favor.
It could never be allowed in here. None of his brothers and sisters would be allowed to leave this realm, for he feared one of them coming into contact with this beast.
And yet, that is exactly what happened. Kyne. Kyne happened.
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