The All-Wanting God

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- Prelude  -

 

Born of the universe, moulded by the world, driven by gods. My child, this is your universe, this is your world, and I am your god. My child, I bring you into the vastness of space, in the flux of time and space, only motivated by my will. My child, I am Demurgia, and I bring you from the depths of nothing. Rise, my child!

 

Just as they had willed it, Demurgia had created a new being out of what, by all accounts, seemed to be nothing. Everything within the perception of Demurgia's presence and surroundings was nothing. Nothing of note, nothing distinguishable. It was expression of existence in flux; never appearing to be anything and remaining nonexistent through the eyes of the lesser beings. Demurgia themselves was even more of an enigma. No being of the mortal plain could have possibly known who Demurgia actually, in terms of definitive physicality, was. Their influences and creations in the world around them only extended to what they allowed beings of the mortal plain to know. Their voice was simply the delusion of the mortal witness through subjective experiences and interpretations of higher beings, their personality was another delusion and their intentions were, even still, more of an enigma. The very name Demurgia was even rooted in seeds of doubt. Beings of entirely different and alien plains of existence are practically incapable of perceiving each other. It's just, simply put, impossible. 

 

My dearest child and my greatest creation, ascend from the void and into sentience!

 

Beings of the mortal plain, or more appropriately, Kolmius, were just like any other beings of individual plains -- sentient lifeforms living in disconnected harmony.

 

Arise from your mortal complacency and into omnipotence, my child!

 

To say that Demurgia was deviating from this order, however, would be a colossal understatement. Since the individual plains of existence have entirely separate laws, physics, societies, regulations, boundaries, expectations, formations, lifeforms and more that starkly deviate from one another, even stranger things can happen when separate beings interfere with a separate plain.

 

Subservient to my will and unbound by the will of the universe, I grant you the gift of exploration.

 

Different beings are bound by their own distinctive, universal laws, but when they... somehow... surpass their own plain and enter another, the very matter of their universe is like sand or clay to them.

 

Birthed of the need for knowledge, I grant you the gift of curiosity.

 

To them, the very composition of other universes doesn't apply to them. To them, the matter of other universes can be moulded to their will.

 

Created from the desire to discover, I grant you the gift of creation.

 

When the deviants had already gone this far, they are beyond intervention. In the pursuit of knowledge, they will do anything.

 

From the pursuit of knowledge, I create a messenger.

 

Be it divine intervention...

 

Rise, my herald.

 

... unchained interference...

 

Rise, my champion.

 

... or unregulated experimentation...

 

Rise, my pupil.

 

... the deviants will do anything to see the universe as it truly is.

 

RISE, MY CHILD!