A Brief History of the World

Approximately 4.5 billion years ago, the world started, on a Tuesday. It was supposed to be a Monday, but one of the Gods stole the sun and used it as a space heater.

And on the seventh day, he created the first ever human, He carved humans from his own flesh, and like that flesh humans had unimaginable potential yet sadly, we lacked the muscles, bones and ligaments to become our fullest. As time passed there were hundreds in the garden, and forty of these humans decided to eat, something that no one needed to do but seemed natural. However, they picked the wrong apple. After eating an apple of magic, they became imbued with it, filled with the strength of holy ones.

The price for their magic was dear, they were cast out and pushed into a life of suffering and eternal pain.

However, at 13456 BC on a wednesday, the first magician was created,

And I suppose, that's where our story starts, with a young man called Deotazeus or Zeus for short, one of the millions of descendants of the forty magicians, lying dormant within all of them was a great trait, and this particular young man could summon lightning, his body coursing with power he decided to challenge god, the hate for him growing steadily on humans for eons.

Yet when he set foot in the heavenly realm, there was nothing, only silence. For At that moment, as a by-product of the human's hate, so too had the first angel been born.

Seraphiel, The archangel of silence, and in this confrontation, the first drop of blood was spilled, between human and god, magician and angel. For every human that arrived, there was a new angel, perfect in every way. However, whilst Seraphiel was the first, the last was far more interesting, A man named Belamere, and his opponent, was an Angel of Death, Al-Satan.

No one quite knows how, but the man somehow beat his angel, and stepped before God.

"What right do you have to stand before me?"

"What right did you have to cast us out of paradise?"

"Leave."

"Why? Is it because the two of us share the same magic? The magic of life."

"Hahahahahahahahaha, You impudent boy, what I do is no mere magic, magic is nothing but a by-product of my power, real power."

"You are still not a God. You leave us all, all of us to rebel, in a world full of beings thousands of times stronger, and yet you condemn us for struggling against that world?"

"I do not condemn you, I weep for you, that my herd has strayed so far as to be considered wolves."

"Is it not your fault for our path,"

"It would not be your path if I changed it."

"But I am forced by my life, the world you brought me into."

"And that world itself is a by-product of your kind's mistakes."

The man before God had been bowing, it would be impossible not to, the sheer light emanating from God's body was crushing, unimaginably harsh and yet warm and soothing. Across the glistening stone, the white marble was perfectly carved and so smooth that the sky appeared on the floor. Through the perfect clouds, their white purer than the sun's light, and the beautiful sapphire sky, the gentle soothing breeze there was a small sound, his feet clapping against the floor, two sandals echoing through the world around.

Then a large, gentle hand placed upon his head.

"My child, The sin you've committed is among the biggest. However, to me, the greatest pain is watching one of my lambs bite at me. It carves through my soul, and therefore it would be better to welcome those who bite into my heaven,

"Drink to me, and clean my world. If you are truly a life bringer. Then bring this world the light I cannot."

His head looked up, blood falling into his mouth.