titan-kaose

Before anything in existence. Before the accomplishments of civilizations. The plights of man would ravage them. Before the times of gods, and their first acceptance of worship. the great Goliaon, Divine, and Apolyon walked the lands. There was a single creature who cast a shadow equal to the length of The Omnivores.

It wandered the white void of existence. Drifting lazily in it's meaningless journey. The things in the distance were the only company. These black orbs that shimmered in the white void constantly teased its curiosity. However, they were so far away. Over time this creature of symmetry grew to question what it was and why it was here. The first answer it created was its own name. That its name was Perfection, and that its title was the one beyond all, lord master of null.

A perfected creature that could live in this place. One day, it felt something special. An emotion created from its questioning. This first emotion is an inspiration. The desire to create. It realized what this void was, and with this realization, it dubbed the void its canvas, nicknaming it The Blank.

He wondered about the space. Its blank mind would form questions. Its ideas of reality and ambitions danced in its head as it started to give him the second emotion it ever had. This being excitement and ambition. It wished to create, and from this, thought itself of great worth.

From this single feeling, it thought itself tall. After some time in thought, It decided to finally act. Reaching within its chest the shimmering rainbow energy of blood started spraying out, pulling out its perfect heart. Glowing and shining as it floods the white void with colors and energy. The heart beating as it drooled with power lased blood. It decided to rip a chunk off the heart. Rolling the small chunk into a perfect sphere.

The sphere would glow and pulse like a heartbeat. The blood burned on contact with the floor. Its third emotion then manifested as it looked at its brush, known as gratification. Holding it up as the sphere hardened, perfection decided to call it its brush, where all of its creations will originate from. Its blood will be the paint.

Those who come after would dub it the all-point. With glee, it stared at this item before lowering its arm. After thinking for a moment he had an idea. The thought of making a base for his world's existence to sit would be a perfect start. However, the task of putting the all-point to this canvas became the greatest challenge.

Looking at the black glowing dots far beyond it made them ponder. The feeling of wanting its own so great in its mind, yet not knowing how to begin. It became so daunting of a challenge. It racked its mind while it tried to find an answer. The feeling forcing its mind to lock. Not moving for so long. The feeling went deep inside to the core, forcing a new emotion that took over. It looked over the perfect white endless space as the thought of dough finally took hold. Flooding it violently. It did not know why. However, the emotion of doubt was the precursor to another new feeling. One it never was ready for and one that would finally be its ruin. This feeling of fear.

The stress was building into a new concept within it. Changing into a far more monstrous thing. This form of thought perfectly grew to match its desire for creation. Uncertainty began twisting it to think of how beautiful the white void was already. That maybe it would be better to keep it pristine. This drilled into its mind more and more as the two different forces of thought clashed. Screeching out from the conflict overwhelming it.

Finally snapping it took its large claws and pierced its head in from the crown on top. It pushed its claws down to the wrist. Its blood spraying violently while it screams out in horror. Splitting into Two perfectly equal halves which fall to the floor. The all point falling in the blood between them. Within seconds, more than half of the spilled blood was absorbed by the halves.

With the blood and the desire to create or maintain being their only need. The halves rip and pull into themselves. Forming into two large blobs. From the blobs, a hand shot out. One hand of white the other clad in black. Escaping the blobs two new bodies formed. However, both are far smaller. The less blood being the main cause of its shrinking. Taking form shaking and screeching. One the color of black ink. Its only light part was the large white areas of its slit eye. The other being its opposite as it was as white as the background around it. However a large jet black eye. The black one saying one word which would become its name. That word would be Alll. The other saying at the same time another word which as well would become its name. This word would be Null.

Alll looked to the opposite across from it. Its eyes opened wide as it lifted its long, thin, and stick-like dark gray arms. The texture on them is similar to raisins. It screams out as it digs its clawed hands into its fat black body. Alll's blob-like form shakes from the impact. It thrashes and wiggles violently as the sound of bone and muscle tearing fills the area. The other watches in amazement. Null's very long arms lifting the same way. Its arms thin like brittle bone and claws large. It pushes into its thin body. Light laced blood shooting from the wound that it made. As it pulls from within, Screaming in something that resembles laughter. Both of them yanking at the same time as a very long bone is broken off and pulled out. The bones being a rib. Holding them upright like swords but in a crude and bazaar way. The blob-like Alll looks at the bone as it grabs the area where the hilt would be. Pulling violently the blood cracks and shapes it. A light flowing from its hand as the glowing rainbow blood scrapes and changes the bone to a metal of unknown origin. The blade curving and was encrusted in jewels and fine patterns. Formed in silver and gold. The hilt grew a brush from the pommel side. The blade held up grew to the size of a seven-foot-long curved greatsword. It is hoisted on its back, taking the stance of a gorilla ready to charge. Making a sound loud and rough. " kooooki"It breathes out.

Null holding its bone looked at it. The only thing noticeable on its face was a half-closed eye. That very eye-opening wide as it thought of the possibilities. It decided to try the same. The bone-forming and breaking till nothing was left. The blade was thin and straight. The blade was barely noticeable. However, its presence was easily felt. From what it saw, null smiled violently. Its large mouth is filled with sharp teeth. The mouth going from the top of its head to the other making a perfect circle on its face.

The feeling of their hatred boiling forth as they stared. So far apart, yet could see each other. Null leaning back as it looks to what they called a sky. The smile on its face is nice and big. The near stick-like thin body pushed forward into a feral pose. Now on all fours, it then let out a screeching sound. Several arms rip and jut out of its head. Blood runs down as It cries softly, yet still smiles. The back arching as the arms grab violently onto the floor. It laughs violently as it starts to bash its head several times into the place where it stood. Sliding its face off the floor it looked over as it smiled violently. Alll watching with no feeling nor movement. Finally, after a few minutes, it tilts forward. Null moving back into an all-fours pose as it drags the sword with it. The two meet eye to eye as they notice their only interest for the other.

Their only desire was the death of the other. Their hatred at the limit as they lunged at each other. Drawing their blades, they move faster than light. Clashing in the blink of an eye. The shock wave is so great that the black stars in the distance around them move. Though thousands of light-years away they still can feel the force. The skinless arms shooting out of Null's head grabbing on Alll's face. Violently it tries to rip Null's hands-off. Screaming as Alll throws its blades up cutting the arms off. It lumbers forward as a thin foot juts out and kicks Null. Null pushing outward laughs as it catches itself. Alll looks up and lets out a large screech as a larger arm juts out of its mouth. A second huge hand coming after the first. A large monstrous creature the size of a bus reaching out trying to grab Null. Moving at high speeds Null moves back swaying its arms quickly. Cutting the creature into ribbons. Alll ripping it off and throwing it to the floor. It then stomped its foot onto the creature. The creature bursting into glowing strings. Wrapping around Null as Alll grabs the strings. holding it as restraints. Null's blade falls to the ground. It felt the blood from the threads cutting into Null's form.

The swords start pulsing violently in an attempt to call them. Demanding for the blood of the other to devour. In a bloody crunch, they will become one once more. Alll's desire to grow into the former. Null rather wished for full control. To become the new Perfection. The new title being Null lord master of Alll. A perfect opposite that will never need to create. They grasped the handles of their makeshift blades. Rushing closer to each other and hitting in a violent crash. Each sway of the blade pulling flesh as they both laugh in horrible pain. With every swing, a severed limb or lost chunk would fly. Neither, however, could come up with an idea for a death blow. In an attempt to begin finding one Alll called forth energy into a massive blast. The blast could consume a universe. However, Jumping back Null blocks The force. The impact of the energy hitting his blade would reverberate throughout the blank. As they clashed time passes. For eons, their battle still raged. Both of them equal as they could not land a death blow. The battle-weary blades hummed with every clash. The tiring war though baring progress. Both creating new ways to battle the other. From Forming whole items from nothing, Blast of great power, and even ways to restrain the other. To taring holes into reality, Creating great monstrous living weapons the size of galaxies, and even Forming complex rituals of binding. The amount of stress, and the endless battle taking its toll. The stress showing they could not keep going. The next move would be the settling moment. Mainly for Alll, as he just realized something Null could not. Alll realized that null was absorbing his existence. It was not by choice as the longer they fought the more it filled. Like transferring items from one place to another Alll was losing small parts of itself. Null could not stop it either. Alll could feel and control the absorbed parts, and luckily Null could not feel that either. Null charged violently. Alll knowing what to do then dropped its sword. It closed its large eye. Feeling the energy within and decided to finally put aside this squabble. To do what it wished to in the first place. To finally create something. The first thing it would create would be messy and revolting. This creation was chaos.

Null not realizing what happened. As it felt the constructs rip through its body from within. Its form could not regenerate fast enough. Its body stretched and pulled wildly after being ripped in half. Realizing Its body transmuted into a horrid form of art. With a violent monster-like scream showing its ending was near. The blood painting the area heavily. Alll fell back as it felt the wounds it had not healed. Null's blade was taking effect. With no power left to negate it Alll only could mildly move in pain. It looked up at its creation, eye wide in shock. It realized something. Its first creation in its twisted mangled way was only able to be expressed in one word. Beautiful.

Black lines striking around in chaotic streams. Large abstract boxes and shapes darted wildly. The form was unrefined. It knew what it made was ugly. However, in its ugliness, it saw beauty. Null fell to the blank's floor. It struggled to move. For every time it tried to regenerate, or build a new body it felt Alll's force. It knew it was going to die. All walked to Null's lower half. It jiggled deeply as It tried to relax. However, this feeling of ease would not last. Null in its desperation decided to try something different. Null's head grew ten times the size it was. The head was now bloated and gray. All falling heavy to the floor. Looking at Null, Alll questioned if it was over. Knowing it was up to something as it watched the head move and shake. Within its mind, Null saw itself. Seeing the forming entropy take hold Null knew the end was near. However, the desire to fight was still strong. It wished for more. In its confusion, it banged and thrashed in the darkness of its mind. It knew not how to fix it until a thought passed its mind. It decided to lie. Coming forth the lie grew taking a life of its own. The lie acting like a blade cutting itself off from the reality of death. From there it climbed up. Seeing a light it crawled to it. A new thing appears. As Alll watched its sibling's head thrash its eye widen in amazement. An arm pitch black like ink and drenched in a black goo coming forth from the side of the bloated head. Alll knew then the war was not over. However, it was not able to fight. Alll only could think frantically. At the moment before an odd idea appeared. Pulling the lower torso upwards. Ripping the right leg, and a large chunk of the lower torso off cleanly. It swallowed these parts whole. Feeling the power surge through its form. It knew what it could do. Taking this new energy it molded it. Forcing the byproduct of this energy through its back. In a screech of pain, it felt as arms of varying color sprung out. Eight different arms each colored in red, blue, orange, green, white, purple yellow, and black. At the same time, a collection of nine new creatures appeared. As the new eight beings rose to their feet they saw their enemy. Each locking eyes to this new lie with malicious intentions.