Out of the Stars

The Gods' Curse

In the beginning. There were two colliding forces. The God and Creator of all, and the Father of all beings.

There was a war between these two.

Destruction.

Or Creation.

The creator found disgrace and shame in what he had created and wished for nothing more but its destruction.

The father of all beings convinced the creator into making a bet with him.

"You and I have been at a disagreement about the fate of these creatures. So I must propose a bet against you."

It was made to prevent the believed inevitable.

"You waste your time around these fools. Making them pray to you, a false god."

Haha.

W h a t f o o l s w e w e r e

"Call me what you like. If you'd only join me in my trips to the men women below. You'd understand their beauty and how entertaining they are."

Neither of them were right.

No more creation or destruction from the both of them. No interference at the very least.

However... as hard as they tried.

They were brought in and were made part of the problem.

Humanity had moved forward without their two ' "gods" '

"How disgraceful." Was all the Creator could think of.

"No bloodshed. No war. Only peace and refusal to make problems. Nothing for them to destroy themselves with."

"Unless..."

"Look! It's our God."

With a grinning smile. He spoke: "My children. I have a gift made for you. But if all of you are still here when I make it then the gift would mean nothing. Find a way to lower your numbers!"

With that a war began.

The box was opened by a boy with a purple and blue eyes. White hair was on his head. He opened the box to see two children. Shining, and glowing. The boy could feel fear and despair, millions of lives for these children who could bring the reign or destruction of the world. He was left with one option.

To find a new home for the three of them. He left with the laughter of Destruction stained into his ears."