𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 | 𝐦𝐜𝐲𝐭

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐮𝐦

Ch. 1-beginning
In the beginning, there was the All-or as it came to be known as, the All-knowing.

The All-Knowing set about creating the world, beginning with the mountains and cliffs, home of the Dragons, and then the seas and forests that held endless mystery. It moved on to shape every individual plot of land, creating plants, trees, and beautiful crops, whereupon more vegetation could grow. Animals and small creatures were scattered about, and the All-Knowing decided that it was time to create the three main governing races.

Humans, Demons, and Angels.

For the earth, it made humans, born with a yearning for wisdom and great techniques of innovation. The All-knowing armed them with blessed weaponry and the capability to learn powerful feats of magic.

And for the skies, it made Angels, simpler by nature, a creation that was utterly good and pure. More powerful than humans, gifted with flight and powers that could alleviate the most horrible of ailments. Meant to watch over and protect.

And at last, it made Demons-a spur of the moment decision, for the earth was too good. It created a hellscape of fire and brimstone, and from those flames, it raised a species similar to Angels in all the wrong ways, they possessed sharp instincts, and were blessed with the ability to manifest their own magical powers at will. All three races were vastly different, making up for the other sides' weaknesses with their own strengths.

When it was done, the All-knowing decided that, in its absence, it would create two divine beings, equal to it in power, to keep its world in balance.

So, from light, it created 'Tubbo', responsible for the sun and all that it touched, god of air and fire and nature and light.

And from dark, it made 'Tommy', god of the moon and the night, manipulator of weather and the earth and the seas, master of the shadows themselves. The All-Knowing was content with its creations, and left them to their own devices, in hopes that they would build on the world it had worked so hard to create.

But with tensions rising by the second, it wasn't sure how long the peace would remain.

Human Realm, Present Day

Under the light of the full moon, the leaders of the three races would join at the Temple of Blight in a small sort of gathering to discuss current affairs and, occasionally, problems among them such as war and coming storms and such.

Tommy, personally, didn't like them one bit. Not because he had to speak and interact, no, he actually liked talking to other people; it did get quite lonely with only Tubbo to keep him company. It was just that every gathering usually ended in some kind of argument that left everyone on edge. It was either the Angels' cockiness, or the Humans' sly remark or the Demons' need for bloodshed-it all ended in an almost eerie silence that was only broken when he or Tubbo called an end, perhaps to prevent another horrible war.

He just couldn't understand why they just couldn't be at peace with one another, the way the All-Knowing had intended for them to be.

Tommy paused to examine himself in the mirror. The painted boy that looked back at him reminded him nothing of himself, and yet, was still more real than Tommy was.

He was wearing attire that was far too lavish and militaristic than anything he would pick, but everything for every occasion was already laid out for him by his creator. It was jet black- a color that absorbed all outside light, with gold accents and shoulder pads. He, personally, would much rather wear just a shirt of some sort and jeans as he normally did, but it was important for his image or something and of course, he couldn't let that be damaged.

He let out a heavy sigh of irritation and let a frown pull at his lips as he looked himself over one final time before then giving any attention to the footsteps coming down the hall. He straightened his posture, not really in the mood to get chided by his brother, and left his room.

He joined Tubbo in the deserted temple. A diffuse bluish light was beaming through the pillared alley, which made an eerie contrast with the white halo beaming from the brass sculpture of the two on the central table, a grand thing made from carefully polished oak and glass. The fragrance of incense was heavy and the sound of chimes could be heard in the distance, despite the air being completely still save for the distant flap of wings and ruffle of feathers. As per usual, the Angels have arrived early.

"I heard they elected a new leader." Tubbo said, referring to the winged beings and breaking the insufferable silence. Tommy snorted and responded, crossing his arms over his chest as a figure landed at the entrance.

"Good riddance. I never liked whats-his-face that much. Louder than I am, and that's saying something." He lowered his voice as they approached, their shadow looming ominously against the marble floor. In the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of their-no, his face, shrouded under a black hood that was lined with red.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" He asked before adding a quiet mutter to himself. "I might've come too early..."

"No! You're good! We're just waiting for everyone else. Have a seat." Tubbo shot him a look before waving him over to the gilded chair that sat at the far end of the rectangular table, cushioned with velvet with a pair of small white wings that rested on the corners of it's back. "You're the new leader, right? Mister...?"

"Oh! Yes! Please, call me Bad. Yeah, I uh- I got elected at the beginning of January. It's a bit nerve-racking, you know?"

Tubbo nodded along as Tommy took his seat in the high-backed black-and-gold chair that was situated next to Tubbo's, which was white and gold rather than black.

In the distance, a screech could be heard, followed by the beating of large leathery wings. It made Bad flinch in his seat, but Tommy and Tubbo remained unfazed. Technoblade took his time, but was never late to occasions as important as this- the Tamer of Dragons, god among men, still found value in weeding out the others' weaknesses.

A loud thud sounded, followed by the clack of boots against the stone floor. The strawberry-haired man strode in with more confidence and regality than Bad, crimson cape trailing behind him. He offered a nod of greeting to the twins, and then another in acknowledgement to Bad's little wave before he sat down for himself and crossed his legs. Techno eyed the last vacant chair with distaste.

"I take we're waiting on Jschlatt again?" He asked coldly. The monotone inflection made it seem like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now. Tommy nodded and boredly tapped his fingers against the table.

"He better hurry up this time, he made us wait an hour last month and didn't even show up." He continued. Bad smiled optimistically and gave an attempt to lift the mood a little bit.

"It's okay! We can just start without him, right-?" He asked. Techno shook his head grimly. "Hah. I wish. Unfortunately, we just gotta be patient until he comes, or sends an-"

He was cut off by the slamming open of the door.

The whole group turned.