A king who once ruled a planet had now been reborn in the old times where not even computers existed. Now suffering into his new life, he tried to fit in but he figured it'll only be for a while. 

May the king, a boy, have a fine life. For God, who had planned everything will try to have fun with him as long as God wishes.

From nothing Comes a King.

The Gods and The Old Ones had once existed, they rule over the galaxy and many more. 


For countless millennia they have been watching, sitting on a chair while observing in the dark with silence. 


Gods are the first creatures to be born in these vast and empty galaxies, There are only countless few of them. 


They are so few yet they are seemingly countless for some reason. Are they gods? or just simply the first one to rise in this barren universe. 


For them, a millennium is just a day. An hour is not even a mile-second. 


They live in the darkness, with no light, no life, and especially no events. 


The time is nonexistent to them, it has not even existed. 


A beautiful elegant white light enveloped the darkness. 


Those Gods who lurked in the darkness had been blinded, 


Those who are near in the eruption had been vanquished without a fight 


Those who are far saw heaven falling because for them the light is like fireworks; big and expanding. 


Every God had been found baffled by such an event. There, in the middle of nothing comes a light. 


Then the light started fading as if something had begun pulling things together. 


The light became a ball of flame, then exploded once again, it repeats itself over and over agian. 


The explosion of each ball is so loud that it's like watching a firework display, loud but majestic. 


Every time a boom happens it startles the Gods who are watching, the boom is so loud that it can be heard from light-years away. The booms are coming from Suns colliding with each other to assert dominance. 


Some of them had begun complaining because the bright lights had interrupted their sleep and so one God who had been complaining touched a glimmering blue ball of light; and when he did, it burned him. 


And every hour there's a boom of light that envelopes the darkness once again. 


And there, the universe of nothingness is now the light of everything. 


The Creation