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He wasn’t the first Creation god of this universe and the cycles it went through. Not even the second, or third. However, he was the current one, one who had sworn to do right by all those who lived in it. He vowed many cycles ago to never become like the cruel and twisted things that had once warped and tortured a universe that they viewed as a game rather than the living thing it and all the souls within it were. This was his duty, his responsibility, and he was never going to lose sight of the fact that he had been entrusted with something precious. From each initial burst of Creation he gave that would start the cycle, to the eventual heat death of the universe where all that had once been would be gathered again to be remade anew, he treasured it all.
He loved this universe and all those it carried, for the god was once one of them. Still was, in a sense. To keep himself tied to the universe and never forget the value of the lives lived within each cycle, he would render himself smaller, live amongst them with his memories of all he truly was dormant. There were ways to awaken the god within him should the universe become endangered to the point that all the other safeguards he set in each time fail to stop an early end of the cycle. Then there was the wild card the universe itself had created to save it from the old gods, though that particular safeguard could make things better or worse, depending on the environment that nurtured it. Otherwise, the Creation god lived and loved as all the other souls did, reforging connections each cycle without a godly intervention forcing those relationships to happen against the will of those around him.
Free will was sacred. He’d learned that well from the cycle that had ended with him being the one to choose how the next would begin. No matter the mistakes he made, especially in the early cycles where he’d been learning what sort of god he wanted to be, he ensured that he enforced as little of his own will upon the beings within as possible. They were given guides, key information to work with, new lives to allow the core of their souls to grow. (And in some cases heal from the wreckage the gods before him had left them in.) Slowly but surely, the scars were vanishing, and hopefully soon the ones who kept to the same cycles of pain and anger each time would begin to choose different paths so they could grow beyond what they had been molded into before.
He stopped in front of the dormant soul of one particular First Seraphim, letting his hand gently touch upon it. It would be nice to see a cycle where Seraphiel in particular would grow into a different role than that of Sera, the High Seraphim full of fear and hate for those that were different. Conflict would always arise, that he had learned from the very first time he tried to create a universe without the aspect of Death. That... had been a mistake. One he'd learned well from and would try to never repeat. But it still felt wrong that she would be stuck as one of the strongest wielders of that conflict when he could clearly See that there was so much potential for more within her.
This cycle was one he felt far more comfortable in his role as the one to create the Beginning, to give the Heart of the universe its initial form before releasing it and allowing it all to bloom and grow as it would. The First Seraphim were crucial to the Beginning, they empowered the Heart to shape the rest of universal energies for each cycle. They were the only souls he directly attempted to guide, whispering Knowledge and granting Understanding of their purpose each time. They were free to do as they wished with what they were given, but it was important that they have all the tools they needed to wield their aspects to the fullest.
Once the Heart was formed, the Creation god began to build up each First with the new sense he had decided to try in this one. He was hopeful that being able to Know the truth of other souls by hearing it through a Song within them would stop the sense of superiority that would divide Heaven from the other realms from happening this time around. Once the groundwork was laid, he began to truly shape them, giving them each a sense of what their aspects meant for this universe. Perhaps broadening some of the aspects to allow the Seraphim they were tied to choose something more fitting would help them to change and grow? Michael was one who had been painfully chained down and stunted before. Maybe instead of simply Protection, a broader cloak of calming temperance and guidance would allow him to stretch his metaphorical wings? The god decided this would be called Darkness, to give it room for the aspect to grow along with the Seraphim it was tied to. It would also maybe allow him to feel closer to Samael's aspect of Light with all the different ways that could manifest depending on the life he lived as a Seraphim or as Lucifer, King of Hell. He was just finishing laying out the initial guidelines for Michael's new aspect only to pause as he felt another awareness where there should be none yet. This place was one only he was meant to be awake in until the Beginning had started. The Heart and its connection to the realm of Creation were still dormant, so what…
Whatever it was, the Creation god could feel the malice within it, the dark hunger that was powerful enough to make him fear it would be capable of consuming even him!
Though many of them were not yet finished, barely even started really, he pushed the Firsts to awaken, breathing the energy of Creation into the Heart of the universe to properly start. Once in motion, it was difficult to influence or alter the cycle from outside, even for a god. The universe itself was protective of those within it and would fight against anything attempting to invade and harm the precious lives it carried. He was unable to place his dormant godhood within the form he’d once held when he was simply a First so many cycles ago, leaving his own smaller Seraphim Self without the power to awaken fully as him and stop any catastrophe that would undo the fabric of reality. Instead, all he could do was shout a warning into the Heart before slamming the metaphorical door shut and locking it to face the malignant entity rushing towards him.
Hopefully the universe would be able to understand enough to relay the warning to the Firsts to be on their guard for this potential invader should he fail to stop it himself. At the very least, he needed to buy the time the Heart would need to properly generate the one being that could break and remake reality itself, give that soul the chance to grow and find their path. A risky hope to rely on, considering that impossible being could very well choose to devour the universe, the Creation god, as well as this enemy. Still, he needed to have faith and do all he could to hold his ground until that day came.
The god did not see the small wisp of energy sent ahead of the malignant force as the way inside closed, the seed of Corruption that would wait in the Void that once held the primordial energies of the universe for one who hungered enough to hear its twisted Song.