Capítulo 4: The Creation Continues!
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(POV – El Elyon Yahsar)
|It was then that I felt it for the first time - Ymir, the Primordial Giant. His presence was unlike the other beings that had emerged thus far. While the others were manifestations of the fundamental forces of the cosmos, Ymir was... more primitive. More visceral.
"Interesting," I murmured, watching his colossal form take shape in the void between the stars. "So this is how you appear."
Ymir wasn't just massive – he was a world unto himself. His body, formed from primordial ice and cosmic fire, floated in the vacuum like an anomaly of creation. From his sweat, the first frost giants began to sprout, like dew drops on a cold morning.
I approached him, my celestial form now the size of a planet, and I could see every detail of his existence unfolding. It was fascinating. While the other primordials were personified concepts, Ymir was raw matter, organized chaos, a bridge between the abstract and the concrete.
"You will be the necessary sacrifice," I said, knowing full well that he had no consciousness yet to comprehend me. "From your body, a new world will be born."
I could see the future unfolding before my eyes. Soon, Buri would emerge from the ice, and from him would come Bor, and then Odin and his brothers. They would slaughter Ymir, and from his body... ah, from his body, they would craft wonders.
His flesh would become the earth. His bones, the mountains. His blood would flow like the oceans and rivers. His skull would form the celestial vault, and his brains would transform into clouds. His eyebrows would become Midgard, the realm of men.
"It's curious," I reflected, floating around his massive form, "how creation often requires destruction."
From his armpits, more giants emerged, still without consciousness, merely existing. It was like watching an ecosystem form in slow motion. Life, even this strange primordial life, always found a way.
I extended my hand, lightly touching his icy surface. The contact sent waves of energy across the cosmos – past, present, and future blending in a symphony of possibilities. I saw the nine worlds that would be born, connected by the great tree Yggdrasil. I saw Asgard in its golden splendor, and Helheim in its dark depths.
"You don't know it yet, but your sacrifice will be remembered for ages," I whispered. "In stories told around campfires, in sagas that will echo through mead halls, your name will be the beginning of everything."
It was strange to feel something akin to empathy for this primordial creature. After all, hadn't I emerged in a similar fashion? A consciousness cast into the void, fused with cosmic power, transformed into something new and incomprehensible?
"We are more alike than different, you and I," I reflected. "Both destined to be the foundation of something greater than ourselves."
The difference, of course, was that I had a choice. Ymir did not. His fate was sealed from the moment of his creation – to be born, to grow, and to be sacrificed so that a new world could exist. It was the natural order of things, the eternal cycle of destruction and creation.
I slowly drifted away, observing as the space around him began to crystallize, forming the first structures of what would one day be known as Niflheim, the primordial world of ice and mist. It was just the beginning of a long chain of events that would lead to the creation of the nine worlds.
"Sleep well, First of the Giants," I said, preparing to witness the next phase of creation. "Your time will come, and with it, the birth of a new cycle of stories."
Now it was time for me to join little Yesh and see how she was doing.
(Some time later...) (MC appears in his form resembling Michael.)
As I wandered through the newly created cosmos, I felt a presence that rivaled the very primordial light. It was her – Yahweh, the Supreme Deity. Her form was of transcendent beauty: long silver hair that floated like stardust, eyes that contained entire galaxies, and a golden aura that made stars seem like mere fireflies.
"Fascinating," I murmured, watching how her presence altered the very fabric of reality. "You are different from the others."
She turned to me, her penetrating gaze as if she could see through the very layers of time itself. Her white and gold dress rippled with pure energy, and her wings – ah, her wings! – were like the aurora borealis woven into divine feathers.
"El Elyon Yahsar," her voice echoed through the cosmos like celestial music. "The Creator who emerged from the void."
Eons passed like a blink of an eye for beings like us. We shared knowledge, power, and understanding. We created together, our energies intertwining in a cosmic dance that birthed new constellations.
Nyx, the Primordial Night, observed our growing closeness with her starry eyes. She, who had declared herself my best friend, began to show her unease through more frequent eclipses and longer nights.
"You two..." Nyx commented once, her words dripping like drops of liquid darkness. "Are becoming inseparable."
It was true. Yahweh and I had developed a connection that transcended even the understanding of the other primordials. Our powers complemented each other perfectly – where I was creative chaos, she was divine order. Where I was primordial strength, she was celestial grace.
During the creation of a new galaxy, I realized: something had changed. Yahweh's energy was different, more radiant, more... alive.
"El Elyon," she whispered, her voice making the stars pulse. "I feel a new life growing inside me."
The power emanating from her was indescribable. A divine child, born of the union between the Primordial Creator and the Supreme Deity. The cosmos itself seemed to hold its breath.
Nyx couldn't hide her reaction. Shadows writhed around her, and the stars in her mantle trembled. "A child? A true divine child?"
"Yes," I replied, my power rippling across the universe. "Our combined essence, Nyx. Something that has never existed before."
Yahweh smiled, and her smile lit up entire galaxies. Her pregnancy was unlike that of mortals who would one day exist.
I placed my hand on her abdomen, feeling the unimaginable power growing there. A child born from beings bordering on omnipotence. Our offspring would be something beyond even the comprehension of the other primordials.
"She will be magnificent," I declared, feeling the power pulse under my touch.
"More than magnificent," Yahweh added, her form now humanoid... "She will be unique. The first of her kind."
Nyx stepped back, her starry mantle fluttering with conflicting emotions. The shadows around her seemed denser, heavier. "I hope you know what you are doing," she murmured, her voice echoing through the void. "Too much power concentrated in a single being..."
But I barely heard her concerns. I was lost in the contemplation of the future unfolding before us. A divine child, born from the love between two primordial beings. The possibilities were endless.
"What happens now," Yahweh asked, her hand intertwined with mine, "will change everything."
"Yes," I replied, watching as her power and mine danced together through the cosmos. "And we are ready for this change."
The entire universe seemed to vibrate with anticipation. This child would not be just another deity – she would be the beginning of something entirely new. A bridge between primordial chaos and divine order, between creation and perfection.
As Nyx retreated into the depths of space, taking her shadows and doubts with her, I knew we were on the brink of a new era.
(A/N: Next chapter might be an R18 scene with the MC and the Supreme Deity.)
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