The Great Dominus

Before now, was then. But then, then was now. What was before now then? The answer is from the then in then.

Because in the beginning, was nothing. The everlasting dark that kept growing darker. And between the void of black, was it. It was what, and what was it. The it was not anything, but the it was not nothing. And then, in the moment of the awakening, came the first hope. A signal, a signal named life. It entered it, and it was now not anything, but was everything. It had become The Great Dominus. An embodiment of virtue and piety. Floating around of the shadows without light, the truths without reason and the bliss without emotion.

Eventually The Great Dominus found a motivation. He noticed the inconsistencies and consequently, he found time itself. As futures, eons, and generations passed him. He grew exasperated of solitude. He teared out his heart, peeled off his husk, removed his brain and emptied his soul. But still, noone came in his moment of despair. Then, as his tears flooded and enveloped his being... They created a shell. The shell was made of celestial magic, and created a containment for his heart, which had unwrapped into a plane of existence. Upon it was his soul giving life to all that ever is and will be. Yet below it, The Great Dominus knew there had to be something contrary for it to exist. So he added his blood, which drenched the surface under the plane with death. Finally, his husk was grinded into meager fragments. Which grew into his own creations: The Lywenairs.