《I'm an eldritch deity of creation? Hell yeah!》 Chapter one: Genesis Blackness, void, emptiness, not the sight of shielded eyes, but that of the blind, like one trying to look out the back of their head. No sound, no breath nor heartbeat, no grinding of joints or the gurgle of digestion, not even the imagined droning of tinnitus. No smells, not good or bad, nor even the constant smell of yourself that one never notices. No taste, no trace of toothpaste or gum, no lingering food or drink, nor the taste of my own mouth. No touch, no wind on my skin or clothes on my form, no shifting of my limbs or hair, none of the comforting pressure of gravity nor the ever present knowledge granted by proprioception. Nothing but my thoughts, drifting with nothing to ground them. No reality to center myself around. Memories and imagination flowing like fluid in my mind on indistinct currents. The life I lived indistinguishable from any book, game, or nightmare. What was I? A man? A beast? Rock? Sword? Dragon? God? Was I any of these? More than one? Perhaps these are all my past lives coming to the fore or maybe I wasn''t any of these and they are merely echos of others in the void. Howls of agony from those who don''t wish to be forgotten. Did I scream too? Was I heard? Did I even exist before? Or is the void my home? The womb in which I came to be? Does it matter? Do I- PAIN!/AGONY!/LIGHT! No, not pain, pain I remember. This is light, cast on metaphorical eyes that haven''t seen the day in a time they no longer remember. After so long in the dark the light is a foreign thing. It assaults my mind, grounding it in a way it might never have been. Focused on the present, where once time held no meaning.
Congratulations! Your soul has persisted even after the death of your universe! Your soul has achieved perpetuity! You have ascended past the mortal coil entering into the domain of True Entitys! As your mind was in chaos an anchor has been provided to expedite ego formation!
''What? How? Why? Who?''
Inquisitive? Good! To answer you questions. Your soul has metamorphosed into an eternal state. It is unknown why some souls surpass others, but it is incredibly rare. Not all universes produce one. And they can only be found after their home plane fades. You have been contacted to help in healthy formation. We are a construct created by other True Entitys to help guide newborns.
The light speaks or whatever it is I perceive as such. I would have thought it another dream had it not been more real, more now, then anything I can recall. Experiencing sensation is the strongest deja vu imaginable. So new yet so right. It tells me of my soul. How it has outlasted all others. I suppose my musings weren''t far off. The void is home and my previous universe an egg in which I formed. ''Why were you created and by whom? What am I? What are they?''
As stated we were created to guide newly formed True Entitys by the combined effort of all known Entitys. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. You are a True Entity. They are multiversal beings outside universal spacetime who form from a mortal soul that has surpassed mortality.
''So I''m some immortal god or somthing?''
No, gods are beings that subsists on the offerings of other mortals. Gods are mortal for they need sustenance. You need nothing to continue your existence nor can you be killed by any method known to us. Your soul survived the void with no protections. Somthing no beings other than True Entitys can achieve. Other being can traverse the void but they at minimum need a form to house their soul. Normal souls when coming into contact with the void are destroyed. True Entity''s souls on the other hand experience a metamorphosis. After which they can manipulate the void.
I have apparently thrived in what most consider unsurvivable. Not that I would consider my previous state thriving but I digress. ''What do you mean by manipulate? And why do others need protection from the void?''
You have become a part of the void. It is you, you are it. You, like your predecessors, control a section of the void. Though section is inaccurate as that implies the void occupies space, which it doesn''t. It would be better to say that with your birth a new dimension of the infinite void has formed. As for manipulation of the void. It is something we will guide you on. A temporary anchor has been given so that you may create your own. We suggest a form to house your soul, as it is the simplest anchor. To form it you must simply express your will to exist and it will be so.
Oookay, so I''m some eldritch abomination. Fantastic. How does one express the will to exist? What will it form? What should I try to be? I don''t think I should be to vague about this, that''s probably how the unholy abominations of fractal eyes/tentacles/mouths come to be. I think I should try for somthing simple. What do I need a body for, as in what do I need to use it to do? Hmm, movement for one, sensing my surroundings definitely, and finally interaction. I think that''s everything... probably. So how will I go about doing said things? How will I move? Ok, so I''m in the void, how does one move without ground? Wings? No, to complicated, maybe a tail? Yeah, a tail will work. Then, I think the classic tentacle is my best bet for interaction, but I''ll keep the number at two for simplicity''s sake. Ok, last thing, what senses would even work in the void? I should only pick one if I''m going for a simple form, the choice is obviously sight. So eyes or better yet since I don''t really need depth perception in the empty nothingness, just the one. So they said I need to ''will it'' whatever that means. I focus on the aspects of the form I have chosen and try to push it mentally, but nothing happens. So I try again, and again, and again. Futilly straining against nothing. Alright I''m obviously doing something wrong, but what? I''m willing it as I was told so why isn''t it working? It hits me suddenly, they didn''t say anything about my mind being special, but that my soul was. So instead of try to force my mental picture outwards, I look within. I delve into the ever shifting thoughts and concepts that is myself searching for somthing different. I study the ebbs and flows for what seems like an eternity before I notice it. It like the rest of me is ever changing but not in position but in form. One moment a seed, the next a spark, and even more. The concept of beginning, of creation, stagnant in my core. It calls to me, not in words nor even thoughts or emotions. No, it''s so much more, an instinct, a burning need, I feel if I don''t do it I''ll die. So I do what all newborns instinctualy seek to do. I inhale and I SCREAM. I howl into the void, branding my existence into the very fabric of reality. Erasing all possibilities other than one in which I am. And then I hear them, screeches, roars, rumbles, and all manner of calls. Echos of the others greeting me to being. Telling me I''m not alone. The void shifts, the building blocks of existence falling into place with a soul shuddering clack. One instant I''m but a soul, an ephemeral blob in the nothing. The next, I am more. The transition is as jarring as it is sudden. Sending my mind into chaos as I am inundated with more sensation than I can handle. One by one, they click into place. Proprioception comes first, the instinctual knowledge of where my body is relative to itself. Touch follows shortly after, as I feel the void flow around me, caressing me like a summers breeze. Last is sight, the currents of possibility churning in my vision, never manifesting but always present. I am.
Congratulations! You have preformed your first act of creation! You have manifested a form from the void! You have successfully acclimated to your form! Well done youngling. You have anchored your soul and learned to access your potential. My task is complete. How your domain develops is up to you. Good luck!
And just like that the light is gone. But that''s ok, I don''t need them any more, because with my form comes knowledge, instinct and history all in one. Small gifts from the echos of my brethren, bits of knowledge, tips and tricks, and most importantly my name. I am Vythyreia (vih-theer-ray-uh) Chapter two: First steps Vythyreia. The name itself has no inherent or implied meaning or context. In fact the names of True Entitys are chosen specifically for that reason. So that the name can only refer to the True Entity in question. The only real special aspect they have is that when spoken with power they can attract attention from the bearer of said name. It not even particularly powerful, just a little blip in the back of their mind. Which is important, being distracted while manipulating the building blocks of existence can lead to unfortunate things. Said unfortunate things are mentioned in passing in the inherent knowledge gifted to me. Most aren''t given any importance as none can permanently hinder one of my kind. Some are mentioned in detail as they have a tendency to spread and are apparently, extremely annoying. The basic ways of useing the void are explained but the more advanced stuff is only alluded too unfortunately. Experimentation seems to be highly prized amongst the True. Which is understandable, eternity is a daunting task when one has nothing to do after all. Now, the only question is what to do? Start small? A little terrarium? Well little is relative. One world? One galaxy? Even multiverses are small compared to other things. No, no why start small, where''s the fun in that? But before I get to the nitty-gritty I must put down a foundation. A bubble to contain my exper- creation. Decision made, once more unto the deep. Within, the spark remains still Inhale It glows Power wells within the depth of my being funneled into the core of my soul. Raw possibilities, could haves and maybes forged in an crucible and Released Not in an instant as the infantile act before. No, it is channeled albeit by novice tentacles. Slowly seeping into the nothing, molding it. Revolving into itself, until it is but a single speck. For naught but a moment, all is still, until creation sublimates. What was once a maybe is now a reality. The dot collapses and then expands into a bubble cradling a new universe within. The infinity of space and time contained and protected from the raw chaos outside its aegis. The first step for a newborn world. But it is still young, filled with nothing but raw energy. In need of a push, a catalyst. So I give it a mental nudge. And so it cascades, the raw energy shaped by this contact mutates. Now a realm of mental dominion, an Astral plane. The energy jitters and jerks, with nary a rhyme nor reason. Collision, somthing one would think impossible in a none physical plane but it does, annihilation takes place scattered bits of Astral force stick to others and any that pass to close join the new conglomeration. Growing ever bigger ever denser, until the broken bits at its core combine releasing a new energy, less volatile then the one before. It shines through the surface pushing back the Astral force. The perfect crucible. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. With a stutter somthing new flickers at its heart. The first soul of this realm has formed. With it comes life, or more accurately self preservation. It''s mind less than a plant, yet it knows it is doomed for it has blocked its feul source. It needs the raw Astral force to sustain itself. It''s death may not come soon but it feels inevitable. The new energy attracts itself shrouding the condensed Astral from gathering more. While in a physical universe it might have been stuck with no recourse, this is a realm of the mind. Simple as it may be, it is powerful. And so it heaves with all its Psionic might, shoveing the energy away out into the expanse. Leaving a vacuum for more of the nessicary feul to fill. The first life breathes. The first part of any ecosystem forms, the producer. It has introduce a previously vacant variable to the wider universe. Changes abound, more collisions happen forming more Astral stars. The expelled energy congeals, far sticker than it''s predecessor, forming blobs in the Astral. Until they grow dense enough to for souls of their own. These minds different from the ones before, by necessity these being must move to seek out their food. Living takes energy after all, so they seek out Astral stars for the energy. Though it is abundant, so are they. Conflict has emerged, a fundamental piece in change. Evolution. Predator and prey. Innovation and progress. Battles for survival happening at the speed of thought as they use the psionic power to manipulate their surroundings and themselves. Some split so they may be faster and less noticeable. One of many. Others grow large relying on power to survive. Titans feared by all. It''s sudden, almost unnoticed. A star has blinked out. Consumed. The predators grow bold. The stars know fear once more. They too begin to change. And so it begins. Psionic life of all stripes have emerged. An ever changing ecosystem in all is beauty and horror. In but a short subjective time, billions of years have passed in the bubble as I watch in fascination. My lone eye darting in its socket faster than I ever imagined it could. Taking in even the smallest happenings of the Astral Sea. Before my very eye some beings learn to rely on one another forming symbiotic bonds. They flourish, communicate, and grow as one. Groups form and fall. Being in the realm begin to surpace the plant and beast like minds they once had, sapience has begun. Their abilities get more complex, their will more honed. Communications get more meaningful as society grows its network of connections throughout the realm. Empires rise and fall, innovations are made and lost. Relative balance has been achieved, the realm is stable. Incredible. I... I have no words to describe the sense of satisfaction that fills me at my creation. Watching an ever changing system of uncountable variables is engages my mind in a way I cannot explain. Maybe eternity won''t be so bad after all?