Ancillary Narrative 3

The Creation Myth

Manuscripts describe this event as a nightmare, the depiction of hell and all that which lurks beyond the rationalization of pure imagination. The elements reached the peak of a shattering glass, breaking the concrete borders of reality.

The children were sent to play into the universe, after the Children of Flesh were invented, each child needed to improve and grow by consuming objects around them and gain their particles.

There was only one creature that could see beyond space and time, the old and sleeping Cthulhu. To gain that kind of power the elements must obtain them from that creature that dwells underneath the ocean. This was a creature like no other, a monster who’s sleep should not be disturbed, because when Cthulhu awakens, he feasts with chaos.

The elements are irrational, they do not abide under the rules of pure judgment. The elements take what they want if they see it, because they observe the universe as being part of them. Without their past freedom, the elements liberated their children to harken their most destructive desires.

If you awaken Cthulhu, there will be chaos and disarray, exactly what the elements yearn. For the elements, destruction is only change, in their small perspective that change is considered good.

The children feasted over the objects of reality, devoured all kinds of particles and fused with each element. They destroyed everything as they consumed reality, wiping everything off piece by piece.

Now that that was out of the way, now that they harkened the most powerful of objects, it was time to awake the sleeping gods.

The Children of the Flesh, those indescribable giants of matter, gathered around the border of the North Pacific ocean and South Atlantic Ocean. They began proclaiming the scriptures and proceeded to sacrifice one of their own. The death of a child to awoke the hungry Cthulhu, marking the beginning of the Revolution of Elements.

Suddenly the galaxy trembled deep within the reverberating echo of an awakening god! The Children of Flesh levitated over the tumultuous waters as he, the horrifying god from the deep, arose from the mammoth viridescent structure beyond the horizon of water.

Cthulhu opened his eyes and a light beamed out of his pupils, burning the eyes off the Children of Flesh. They quickly regenerated as cthulhu feasted over the corpse of their brother. The Children felt but were in no way superior to cthulhu, if they could only take a bit out of him, they could turn unstoppable.

The children surrounded and danced around the singing cthulhu, the guts of their brother squirm across his morbid mouth and the children laugh. They approach him from behind, and cthulhu tried to push them off as they bit into his strong scales. They proceed to hold his six arms and control his flapping wings. From cthulhu's skull all eight eyes were stipped out, filling the ocean with his poisonous blood.

The children of flesh consumed the eyes and left happy, they could now see a whole new universe to destroy beyond them.

Cthulhu entered in a state of uncanny wrath, freed and blind, he proceeded to destroy everything that was on his way. Bleeding from his wounds, his maddening expression remained covered with his own tick blood for over fifty years.

At least that’s what the scriptures dictate, that it was that phenomenon which shifted the tides towards the revolution. Cthulhu returned, blind and mad, to helps destroy the children that had taken his eyes, but now he is blind and those who ever get to see him turn blind by its maddening reality.

The eyes are unreachable, or at least the Prophecy of Elements dictates that:

“The eyes returned to the nothingness, to observe the naught, the conception of their reality. And now they remain scattered around the throne of the Sleeping King, away from the elements, observing eternity die.”

Ch2: Of Gods and Men.

The Children of flesh, formless and wandering, began taking shape,

Saren, the deity of Elves, Pale and thin, androgynous in form, beautiful like their children.

Gramush, The Deity of Orcs, strong and green, brave and relentless like his children.

Cira, the Deity of humans, noble and wise like her  children.

Amadeus, The Deity of Fiends, cunning and clever like her children.

Michael, The Deity of Angels, good and proud like his children.

Saren disgusted by Gramush’s tusks and green skin lashed out at him with their bow, Gramush was wounded by Saren’s arrow, bled on the ground, Gramush struck out with a mace, Saren’s blood and Gramush’s formed into the orcs and Elves.

As Gramush and Saren fought, they begin creating land to claim with their newfound peoples.

Amadeus and Michael met, Michael extended a gesture of goodwill to Amadeus, they decided to create creatures together, Michael made the Angels, and Amadeus, wanting their ranks for her own corrupted them, and created the devils, this caused Micheal to lash out, striking Amadeus with a holy sword, Amadeus, wounded, retreated from the world to create her own realm. And her own creations.

Michael, resumed his creations, creating the good natured angels and the other creatures who later gathered in the angel lands. Cira, began making her own creations, she made humans, and tried to guide them in the world, But Cthulhu was restless, he begin thrashing, the children fought to restrain him, the gods, holding back his power and eventually subduing him and putting him to rest in the ocean, deciding then their creations were safer separated from their squabbling, the gods left the mortal plane to its own devices.

The Medium this will be in is a novel.