Prologue

"I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life."

In the beginning, there was nothing. Well, almost nothing, Just a void that went on forever, and two sets of eyes. Millions of years later, they would be known as The Father and The Son, but for now, they knew nothing except an intense desire to create, to make, to not be alone in the infinite darkness that their consciousness were born in...and boredom because no matter what stories say literally just sitting in the middle of nothing for thousands of years sucks ass.

But lady fate is cruel, and as much as they tried they could do nothing except wait and wait and wait…

Eta 1 Mangma 0--- December 1 year 0 time 00:00

Over the thousand years of waiting, The Father rarely saw The Son anymore, for he had turned bitter and cruel at his fate. The father had never given up, but no one, not even a god can remain hopeful forever. Sitting alone in the inky blackness, the Father thought back to everything he knew, which wasn't much. All he did know was that no matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to create anything. The only thing he could do was change his own 'body' to a limited degree, such as taking on different forms. Out of desperation, and perhaps madness, The Father realized to change everything, fate demanded a sacrifice. So using an explosion of power that shook the void itself, a single golden eye cracked into 12 jagged shards brimming with power.

The shards slowly melted and then reformed into smooth humanoid baby shapes, and emitted a sharp sound that vaguely sounded like crying. The father was so amazed, a wave of new feelings--maybe even emotions--washed over him. He had done it! After so many years of waiting in this place, he had created something. And with all of these emotions came a single golden tear slowly falling down, down, down, into the abyss.

'BOOM'

The golden tear compressed into a point, then exploded outwards in such an immense amount of force that reality itself tore. Massive stars in shades of yellows and oranges formed, beautiful and imposing planets of green and red, asteroid belts filled with so much metal they twinkled in the new sunlight, powerful black holes with a twisted beauty of their own. The Father watched this miracle with his remaining eye feeling so moved by the experience that he swore he would protect his creation for all of eternity.

It seems like he forgot how bored he was rather quickly.

The children born out the The Father's power grew to be the 12 archangels of power, one representing each element of magic

Earth - Elright Joth

Fire - Fenrir Infrina

Water - Wren Cyclone

Air - Aang Aberforth

Lightning - Liam Beletrik

Ice - Isabella Esdeth

Light - Luke Beletrik (All 12 archangels are obviously related but most took different last names. only the Liam and Luke took the same last name as they are extremely close)

Darkness - Daniel Parion

Spirit - Scarlett olsen

Dimensional - Delilah Rudd

Necrotic - Nathan Castrotopus

Holy - Henry Dresdin

When the first sentient beings were born on the countless planets in the universe, the archangels decided to spread their magic, however, they couldn't decide how to share this wonderful gift. Should they create worldwide competitions? Should they only give it to the smartest? The bravest? The most powerful?

In the end they just gave it to everyone because that was the easiest.

The 12 archangels did have the foresight to not immediately give children the power to blow up buildings, and instead created a system where only the strongest and the hardest workers could rise through the ranks of magic.

Even if every bring in the universe were given powers, most got the most basic elements, wind, water, earth, and fire. About 9/10 people had basic elemental magic, 1/1000 had advanced magic (Ice and Lightning) Around 1/100000 for Alignment Magic (Light and darkness), 1/1,000,000 for universal magic (Spirit and Dimensional) and finally, godly magic was so rare (1/100,000,000) that some more remote areas considered them a myth.

No matter what kind of magic a being received, most would not make it past what it considered chore magic or tier one magic. A magic user's ability is separated into tiers, Each tier further separated by sub-tiers. The sub-tiers are usually named beginner, intermediate, and advanced . To advance further in each tier and sub-tier you must both use your magic in dangerous situations and study your magic's inner workings through meditation. One you have reached a point of both battle and understanding, your mana condenses and you must undergo a trial. If you pass, you advance to the next sub tier. Each trial gets consecutively harder and the trial to advance to a new tier is even more difficult. Once you pass to a new tier, you are able to use the next level of magic, your lifespan doubles for the first few tiers and is increased by tenfold for tiers past T5.

The trials consist of a mental test that is impossible to prepare for, each test is different and depends on the individual. Of course, some people have it alot easier than others. The more mana that a person is born with, the easier it is to condense in the first few tiers. Usually children of strong mages are born with more mana in their bodies, creating mage bloodlines.

The opposite is also true, about half of sentient beings in the universe aren't born with enough mana or tanet to get beyond tier one. To prevent magicians from becoming glass cannons, the body also gets stronger, faster, tougher, and more agile when advancing through the tiers and sub-tiers. Advancing to a new sub tier does not increase lifespan but does slightly improve the body and magic.

The Archangels sat back and watched the civilizations rise, knowing that everything they did was perfect and had no flaws in it whatsoever and no one forgot about a crucial big bad guy character and everyone was happy forever.

Spoiler alert.. The Archangels are idiots.