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Eodum - The beginning

The world started with 'Eodum'.

Eodum was nothing but pure darkness, floating around, awaiting for something, anything. Countless celestial years later there emerged a goddess of pure light named 'Gwangtaeg' which later on became Eodum's lover. Before Romeo and Juliet, and way before Adam and Eve, these two were the embodiment of romance. They were now more than light and darkness. As they were celestial beings, they had no shape or form;they chose to portray themselves as what they pleased at the time.

The world was too empty. Eodum and Gwangtaeg had engaged in enormous celestial activities, which included the creation of the universe;stars, the solar system, and even the milky way. The world was their playground to mingle about to their whim.

There was still a feeling of emptiness. What could provide them with a way to fill their void? You would expect them to be happy now that they had each other, especially when they were on their own alone. What else could they possibly ask for? Oh, that's right! Children. They needed children. Children would bring not just happiness, but clear their boredom as well.

How did celestials have intercourse you may assume? They just did, somehow. The celestials were just beings of elements, their personal matters remain but only a secret.

Later on, Gwangtaeg gave birth to the creation of Eodum and Gwangtaeg's first newborn child. Guess what? It was an angel. It didn't just stop there, they kept on having more since they decided that one wasn't enough. They took the form of small flickering light like their mother. They were holy-like and enchanting aura which gave no surprise as it was the same as Gwangtaeg. They together named them their 'angels'.

Angels grew, they had their own world created thanks to their mother and father. They were immortal, meaning that if they died, they would just come back alive unless something were to stop the immortality. The children had taken forms of beings with two hands, two legs, a firm body, white feathered wings behind them, as well as a shining aura that emitted from each one of them as they were holy and transcended light. The place they called home was called 'Heaven', a safe haven for the angels to embark upon and do their divinity jobs that were placed upon by the parents. Their safe haven was filled with holy divine light, a true colour that suited the race that they were known for. Angels.

A few years later, a new baby was born. Every angel in the realm was excited. It was about time a baby was born. It was unlike any Angel had ever seen. At first they were happy, but slowly, their happiness faded from their faces. Eventually, they started to fear. Why was that?

The baby angel was born different, way too different from the rest of the angels present. Pure black eyes, dark black feathered wings, tantalising horns that grew from the apex of its head, sharp fangs that naturally sprouted in his mouth, a tail of fancy black and red. Even though it had everything an angel was doubted to have, the baby had that same smile as any baby would. Maou, that's what they named him.

No matter how different Maou may have looked, he was significantly the same as any other kid. In other words, he was just a playful brat that liked to make mischief, he was what brought excitement and looked for intriguing desires to fulfil.

The angels didn't accept him though. His entire existence was clearly trashed away by his people. When I say his people, I mean the angels. The angels did not accept him, instead they feared him. Whenever he tried getting along with other angels, they would toss him away, move away from him, give him disgusted looks. No matter how hard Maou tried to get closer with people, they would neglect him and say things like

"You're different from the rest of us! You look horrific, just look at you. You're clearly the spawn of something insignificant."

He was lonely, alone, heartbroken. Maybe he shouldn't have been born. You'd think that he was something else but no, he was also a deity;an angel. No matter what others may say, they clearly didn't look at his heart, he was truly an angel, an innocent Angel. You may think that Eodum had cursed this child, but it was the complete opposite, he was blessed.

"I don't think we should keep him."

Overhearing this conversation one day, he knew what was coming to him. Nothing that he would say would convince anyone. Might I mention again that he was only but a child in his angel life? The angels formed a mediocre agreement to banish Maou from heaven. Nobody disapproved of his banishment, nobody at all, every single angel that participated had agreed. Maou saw this coming from miles away, he didn't nudge at them, he didn't look back while being tossed out of heaven. Instead, he looked at the nothingness that was filled with despair and loneliness, a perfect place for him one would say. A place with nobody to ignore him, a place with just simply... nothing. Just darkness. The gate closed behind him, he wasn't welcome anymore.

Maou wandered the empty space of darkness on his own, leaving no trail behind nor any guide forward. Whilst walking, he thought about many things that had happened in the angel realm. Whatever they had said or done to him, he was crushed by it. His cheerfully playful face had sunk into nothingness and out came the sulking gloomy face.

"Th-they don't l-like me.."

That's all that he could think while falling to his knees as he started staring into nothingness. His tail started swinging from one side to another, the horns on his head grew larger by a few. The sadness that he was feeling allowed him to loosen the strands on his back, instead of fighting back- he chose to let go carefully. The darkness that had been wandering around him as his aura started to enlarge, as if he were consuming or absorbing the nothingness around him. Remember that the nothingness was clearly just limitless darkness. Without realising, he had absorbed enough darkness on his own, without any help. This was a confidence, since he was at that moment thinking about creating his own world, a place where he can be himself, a place without any angels, nobody to bother him, as well as a free will of his own.

Marvellously, Maou worked up his imagination;clearly imagination was the key in creation. The way Maou wants his world to be like, he created it. A world which fits him. It was dark, monstrous, cunning- it suited everything that Maou desired. Almost everything was different to how heaven may have looked like. The trees were charcoal black, the floor was damp and dry, the sky was sometimes dark and sometimes blood red. Most importantly, he had his own sanctuary, a place of peace. A throne which only he would sit on, it's not like there was anyone else to sit on the throne anyway.

The moment he sat on his throne was the declaration of a new beginning for Maou.

Many years had passed, the angels in the realm were still living peacefully. Their grace was bestowed upon them by their parents of course. Heaven was simply just that, it was a safe haven and nothing could prevent that from changing. Everyone simply lived a life provided by their parents, weren't they simply just dolls? What would they have known? They were only angels. It's normal for children to follow their parents after all.