There was nothing until he willed it.
— unknown
Existing beyond all existence—beyond causality, time, and space—a formless and incomprehensible entity known simply as The Creator sat in eternal stillness, ever bored. This was not a boredom forced upon it, but one it had chosen to experience for itself. A sensation it had given form simply so it could feel something.
The being possessed only one external purpose.
To create.
For as long as anything had existed—or ever would exist—all it had done was create. Most commonly, it created entire multiverses, adding them to its ever-growing collection. A collection so vast and immeasurable that the Creator itself had coined a name for it.
The Miliverse.
The Miliverse encased an infinite existence of multiverses, each one containing countless universes that branched into yet more universes. The endless structures folded upon themselves in a breathtaking tapestry of creation. An infinite number of realities layered together formed the most complex and beautiful sight imaginable.
Yet there existed no word, phrase, or conceivable concept capable of describing such a view.
And even with all of this…
The Creator was not satisfied.
For the being that stood as the origin of all things that were, and all things that ever would be, everything had become painfully predictable. Every creation followed patterns it already understood. Every universe eventually unfolded according to the laws it had already written.
To put it lightly…
The Creator found it all rather boring.
The being had no reason to possess such emotions—satisfaction, curiosity, or boredom. These were feelings belonging to living creatures, conceptual creatures, beings far below the Creator itself. They were emotions that had originally been designed for them.
And yet, it had chosen to give these emotions to itself anyway.
Perhaps it did so to make its existence feel more poetic. Perhaps simply to make the endless passage of time more interesting.
Even while fully aware that no being within the Miliverse would ever be capable of interacting with it—much less communicating with it—the Creator still kept these unnecessary emotions. They served no true purpose and could have been removed at any moment.
Yet it had never once considered doing so.
Despite its growing boredom and despite possessing the ability to create a being capable of communicating with it, the Creator had never attempted such a creation.
There was only one reason for this.
A being capable of truly interacting with the Creator would be far too powerful. A creature of such caliber would require abilities so immense that they would come at a cost. The cost would be devastating.
Such a being would possess no true personality.
No emotions.
No individuality.
It would simply exist as an empty vessel of unimaginable power—something closer to a living concept than an actual creature.
In the Creator's eyes, creating such a thing would be a waste of existence itself.
And worse still…
Those abilities could potentially threaten the balance of its grand creation.
For that reason alone, the Creator had always followed one simple rule.
Never create something capable of rivaling its own existence.
Yet this rule…
Was not entirely absolute.
As a matter of fact, that very rule was about to change.
In an instant—one so small that it existed in less time than time itself—something occurred that altered the Creator's perspective. Something that would ripple across the entirety of the Miliverse.
And it all began with a single conversation.
A conversation between an incomprehensible conceptual being…
And a man.
A man who should not exist.
A man who was, by every definition imaginable, a mistake.
The very first mistake the Creator had ever made.
Within that brief and potentially final exchange between the two—a conversation between an eternal entity and a single human being—something unprecedented was set into motion.
From that singular moment, one of the most important creations in all of existence was about to be born.
The creation of a creature…
No.
A being.
A being that could one day rival the Creator itself.
And all of this would happen for one simple reason.
So that the Creator's first mistake could finally have his wish fulfilled.