struggles of creation

chaos in paradise

As this vast ocean shifted and changed

There was still room for more gods to be formed, such as

Fer-nex Divine Forge-keeper.

Ze-lien, The goddess of dreams.

Stanea: The goddess of fate, dark lust.
But not to exclude many others, such as,

Catastros, the god of inner healing of the mind, body, and spirit and medicine & alchemy.

El-soha, the divine child of the soul, whom you will soon know and love, and devotee to herbalism.

Soon, in this unstable harmony, a new threat arose: beans of Godhood, but demented, corrupted, and unshaped, and a mystery of darkness itself; it was like they were children of the void.

The gods had new siblings who were different, though they were disgusting, disturbing, and ugly to look at. They weren't normal; they named themselves.

Ka-oh-za means "one of the others".

Little did the gods know that their mother was supposed to be scheming this entire plan, creating beings that she knew she would control and that would spread her everlasting destructive and chaotic nature.

Who, unlike the gods, were actual beings in their own right; however, these entities were owned by chaos, who used them to dictate and spread her evil, twisted ways.

Over time, more and more of these creatures started appearing, from the nearest galaxy to the smallest pocket dimension, and The gods had a harsh understanding.

It was so nerve-racking for them to understand what was going on; their mother was lying to them, and they didn't even know. These creatures kept on being in their spaces, destroying things that were theirs.

The Gods had enough and decided to attack one.

They were successful, but they realized how strong these beings were and not only found different strategies but figured out ways to trap them.

Some gods even Figured out how to use them for personal gain and power.

Well, this was happening...

Lunhelo was in his kingdom in a Pocket dimension separated from creation, designed by him.

He discovered his new abilities and new dictations as he was staring off into his vast and ever-so-expanding dimension.

He started asking himself, Why is this happening to us?

What is the reason for this? Why must I endure and face this challenge? We are gods, and we shouldn't be afraid in vain.

"As he's outside on his patio, hands on his banister, He continues with a fearful and serious look."

Our mother, creator, and our source are not even here to help us in need. I shall pray to her if she is truly there. Or is it even the Void? The pain that we endure defending and protecting ourselves against these abominations?

We, as gods, have been belittled by entities, not by our design but by the unknown creator.

"Why us?.....Why me?" he shouted, gripping his face, not understanding what's going on.

He feels the same emotion from when he was born, the feeling that everyone goes through in all of creation. He feels uncertainty.

but this time without the euphoric feeling, said it was replaced with dread, anxiety, intention, with the future something that on of his  sibling can predict but not as accurate as they wanted to be.