Mireo

The Beginning

Nobody tells you how loud silence is. Don't believe me? Go into space. Live in solitude for hundreds of years. You'll hear the things that aren't there, and you'll hear things that never were there.
But you can't. Can you?
Of course not. Nobody but the Gods can.

Now I don't mean the Greeks or the Romans, the Egyptians or even the Africans. None of those Gods.
In a land deep within the clouds and past the pitiful bounds of the earthly atmosphere, there's a palace named Arzin.
Pearls and gems embedded in art, unearthly light and warmth from every which way, never ending glistening halls filled with unique creatures, all with a purpose. That purpose drove them all into perfection and into the life of deities. Arzinthian Deities and Demigods, we called them. Born from the beginning of their responsibilities, they were each thrown into some sort of place, along with whatever created them. The Deity of nature was born along with the earth and the first signs of life, the Deity of the Sun's life began when the star was born and they actually soon took control of the moon as well.
Many of the Gods had to agreed to work together to keep their creations thriving. Prisma, the Deity of light, carried the Sun's rays for Bishop, of the Sun and moon. Grobletombus, the deity of space and time, agreed to house more deities in his space so the jobs were evenly split.
Then… I came along. As the God of stars, I felt a little isolated from the rest. Giant balls of gas can't exactly relate to the green and luscious Earth…
But I took my job I was born with, and made it an art! I felt like a true artist crafting these massive sized spheres of flame and heat, it was utterly beautiful. And they weren't useless either! They provided other planets' light and they provided Earth with an art gallery! I loved my stars.
I loved my stars so much.
So much, that I was scared of leaving them. I was scared of losing my precious masterpieces. I never wanted them to die, so it broke everything inside me to hear Grobletombus, my higher-up, declare that space was infinite but stars' lives couldn't be.
Why not??
It's ridiculous! Is it not?!
“Ridiculous as it may seem, nothing in our world may last forever. Immortality is merely a gift that only we can handle. Your stars are your art, but they need a deadline to do what they need to do. So give them death, or I will.” Grobletombus’s words always echoed in my mind when I saw my stars collapse.
That fuck.
I'm gonna show him a proper death. My stars will exhibit something that only us gods could see personally, humans may only view through telescopes and screens.
So…
I did…
Thus, a supernova.
A colossal explosion of stars, bursting into dust and mere atoms. Where pressure drops in a star from lack of fuel and gravity does its job and collapses the star, producing an EXPLOSION.
THE STAR WOULD BURST INTO COLOR AND ITS LAST DYING PARTICLE OF HEAT, LEAVING BEHIND A SUPERZISED CLOUD OF COLORS AND REMAINS!

Though dangerous, it was worth it.
He wanted death, so I gave him mourning.

He was surprised by this creation, but took it as it was. The beauty was too much for him to comprehend, I believe.
Haha!