Chapter 1 Absurdity
Legend has it that God created the world.
All things therefore revered the great Creator as their only Father, their only God.
However, the world did not always develop under God's protection. After creating the world, God fell into slumber. Creators were born with free will; whether to follow the temple of light or fall into the abyss of desire was a matter of a single thought. Thus, the world developed in cycles.
Initially, all things held God in awe. They diligently fulfilled their duties, protecting the world created by God. But millions of years passed, tens of millions of years passed, and time flowed by amidst the gradual collapse of faith. They discovered that God remained atop his temple in the seven heavens, never daring to emerge.
Voices of doubt finally arose.
The first to raise the banner of rebellion were the elves, who bore a striking resemblance to angels but lived on Earth. Having remained aloof from the Crystal Heaven for millennia, the elves had ample reason to suspect that Heaven had imprisoned their great god. Under the premeditated organization of the Elf King, the elves stormed the Seventh Heaven before the angels could react. Although they were quickly driven back to Earth, Heaven's prestige was undeniably affected.
Before this, Heaven, as the place chosen by the gods, had always been a sacred symbol. The beings residing there were all proud of being God's chosen race. This arrogant 'exceptionalism' allowed Heaven to dominate the three realms for millennia.
A protracted war of attrition ensued between the angels and elves, with casualties on both sides, and the power of light weakened with each exchange.
Hell, having lain dormant for a long time, rose to power with overwhelming support. Led by their Dark King, they challenged the authority of the three realms. By the time the angels and elves realized what was happening, it was too late.
The races of darkness defeated the races of light, the Age of Light became a thing of the past, and endless strife began. Innocent lives perished, weak wills succumbed to overwhelming power, and plunder, slaughter, and deliberate destruction ensued. Except for the slumbering Crystal Heaven, the mortal realm, including the other six heavens, became a battlefield of calamity.
The Dark Ages arrived. God remained asleep, and the divine radiance reflected on the orb atop the Great Cathedral flickered. In its brightness, it repelled attacking demons, giving angels a chance to breathe; in its darkness, it resembled the fireflies of hell, plunging demons into ecstasy.
Divinity transcends all, and the Creator's influence over creation is ever-present. God is the center of the world, its cornerstone.
The more greedy the oppressors, the fiercer the competition, the more it evokes the primal instincts of creation. Whether proud archangels, cunning elven kings, or the dark creatures that now nearly rule the world, all races coveted God, believing Him to belong to them.
Nothing could evoke such possessiveness; all envy stemmed from divine beauty.
This was the conclusion drawn by the so-called wise men of this protracted war: the slumbering god was like a prize to be fought over, and the world was filled with slaughter and lamentation.
The world had long been without light. The doors of the Great Cathedral had been breached by invaders, and the last guardian angel stared with resentment, golden blood meandering on the sacred steps.
"My king, my god is inside."
The King of Darkness blocked all his forces outside the Great Cathedral and entered the temple alone.
The god sat slumbering on his high throne. The King of Darkness gazed at his spoils, his breathing becoming soft.
He was the only being to enter the temple in millennia, and would remain so for millennia to come.
Just as his black fingernails were about to touch the slumbering face, the god's golden eyes opened.
Time flowed backward in the pupils; nothing escaped the divine eye. Past and future swirled in the golden light, and the god instantly saw that this being should have been a race of light.
He was so filthy, just like this world.
"Absurd!"
The god rebuked, the power of the words manifesting instantly. A world not recognized should not exist. Surging light shattered darkness, the world collapsed in divine wrath, torn apart along with the fallen king of darkness.
Before death, or rather, before annihilation, the dark king's pitch-black eyes reflected the god's furious face, his eyes tinged with resentment.
"My god…"
The god, enraged by the blasphemy, reached out and crushed his weak, powerless core before the light, severing his life force.
"Demon,"
The god murmured, the world crushed into dust.
(You provide the author Danmu's [Hebrew Mythology]: The arduous cultivation of a world)