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INTRO The Gods cannot say what came before them, nor how they were born. According to them, they were all formed simultaneously. Slowly, along with the stars, before the planets. Whatever did create them also gave them a gift - unlimited canvases - a seemingly infinite amount of worlds on which to craft their wildest imaginations.

WILL OF THE GODS Throughout the first eons, they split their attention, each traveling in a different direction to do with the cosmos as they pleased. One by one, they grew bored. They began to pair up to see what their powers of creation could achieve. Eventually they all came together and created life. They all chose a world for their perfect vision - rolling hills and tall mountains, all covered in the greenest grass and the most diverse and colorful trees and flowers imaginable. The Weaver - the God of Chaos - loved their perfect world as much as the rest of them, but he quickly grew bored again. Without collaboration, he created the first fauna of the utopia. Many of his siblings did not like his addition at first. Much of the fauna feasted upon each other, and they had needs for material sustenance that the group did not understand. Death understood, and he was happy to help his brother try to perfect his little project. Birth understood, and found beauty in the cycle. Eventually, the rest of the Gods saw the same beauty that their three siblings did. They wanted to expand on it. They saw some of themselves in the fauna - beings that experienced the utopia in a similar way that they did, but on a much smaller, much more fragile and imperfect scale. Earth, Water, Light and Grace worked together to create a new being - the first humanoid. It was imperfect, but it was a step in the right direction. Without the other Gods, the four realized, the creature was simply a mold.

DIVINE DESIRE In order to preserve their utopia, the Gods focused their attention on a nearby planet. There, they tried to recreate their utopia alongside a new creation, combining The Weaver's fauna and all its natural imperfections, with the mold created by Earth, Water, Light and Grace. Each of the other Gods added their own essence and changed the being for the better. The result was a creature made in the image of the Gods. It needed sleep, food, and water, but it did not have its own will. Grace described it as a puppet, and Chaos agreed. Light noticed that the fauna and flora of this new world was also not as beautiful as what they had left behind on the utopia. The Gods agreed that they should leave the utopia as perfect as it is, and seek to perfect this new being before bringing it to the utopia, to thrive on it - not as a puppet, but as a companion to the Gods.

DIVINE ABSOLUTION Before their arrival to the next planet, all the Gods agreed that their formula for the perfect companion was missing something. After much deliberation, they decided together that more than just an essence of each of them would be needed to seed a malleable, but ultimately free will in their creation. A pact was made to take equal parts of each God and add it to the formula. Upon their arrival, Fire questioned their collective decision, reasoning that should this experiment fail like the last, each God would be missing the sacrificed portion of themselves. All but The Weaver agreed that the path forward would need to change. The Weaver called them cowards and laughed at them. Due to his nature and their knowledge of it, the other Gods did not know if he was serious. Without The Weaver, the other Gods held council. After much deliberation, they agreed that their masterpiece should not be forsaken, and they should not be weaker for it. Though Death, Birth and Grace protested at first, they too agreed that Chaos was the least productive to their collective cause. Their masterpiece required a sacrifice. That sacrifice would be Chaos. The other Gods killed Chaos and used his remains to seed creation on this new world. To their surprise, he did not protest.

DIVINE MASTERPIECE With their guiding hand, this new experiment succeeded to a much greater degree than any of the Gods expected. The pure and total essence of one of their own acted as a catalyst of life. The flora and fauna were even more beautiful than they were on their utopia, and the companions they created were just as beautiful and interesting. The Companions grew with a free will of their own, much stronger than the Gods had anticipated. They saw this as a good thing - a success so profoundly beyond their expectations that they thought they may not need the utopian planet anymore. For eons the Gods lived in harmony and enjoyed the company of the companions and the rest of their masterpiece.

DIVINE HUBRIS Eventually, the free will of the companions evolved into curiosity and sentience. They began to compare themselves to the Gods and try to mimic them. Through determination, ingenuity, and study, the companions succeeded in their attempts at mimicry. The greatest scholars gained the ability to conjure fire, light and life. Some could manipulate and control water, the earth and the winds. Some became one with the darkness, and others raised the dead. The Gods largely saw this evolution of the companions as further proof of their own success, until the companions started to try to increase their power in secret. A certain group of companions, unbeknownst to the Gods, had established an accidental connection through their studies. They felt the remnants of The Weaver. Eventually, they succeeded in communicating with him, and he told them of the sacrifice he made for them. They were appalled by the story and feared for their own safety. They began to try to find a way to shield themselves from the Gods, and strengthen their connection with The Weaver, who did not protest when they declared him their father. Until the companions succeeded in creating a barrier that isolated a portion of the planet, hiding them from the influence of the Gods, the Gods did not intervene. In fact, in their hubris, they supported every endeavor of the companions, thinking themselves omnipotent and the companions goal of privacy impossible. The Gods, however, were unaware that they had not entirely killed The Weaver. He was the first God to lose his material form and his ability to manipulate it, and their assumption was that losing physical form meant death. The Gods could not destroy the barrier, no matter how hard they tried. Even the decision to kill their brother was made with reason, hope for the creation of the future, and without malice, despite his many attempts to disrupt them in life due to his own boredom. The Gods did strike this time with malice. The barrier worked and caused the Gods to fear, hate, and rage. The Weaver was pleased. The sight of his children having so successfully denied his siblings strengthened his desire for chaos. While the Gods raged for the next thousand years, attempting to shatter the barrier, The Weaver assisted the companions in building a God-killing weapon.

DIVINE FRAGILITY Consumed with their fearful rage, and possessing no capacity for curiosity, the Gods did not reach out to the companions to ask why they were defiant. Even Grace was so consumed with fear, especially once she saw the companions constructing a weapon, that she could only bring herself to join her siblings in their assault on the barrier. They still did not know that Chaos was alive and influencing the companions. Eventually, the companions finished their weapon. It was colossal from their perspective - purely concentrated magic stored in a massive battery meant to be funneled into a beam. The companions took aim and fired. They wounded Grace. The Gods had committed to their assault only to destroy the barrier. They did not want to harm their creation - the companions or the planet. The proof that the companions could harm them was too much, however. They all looked at each other in surprise and dread. They scooped the barrier out of the ground, and removed it from the planet. After some deliberation, the Gods decided that while not all the companions were at fault, their experiment had ultimately been a failure. They did not see the weapon or the group of companions that built it as a threat floating in space, but the fact that they nearly achieved their God-killing goal was too much to ignore. With much less effort than was expended creating their masterpiece, the Gods erased all life on the planet. With some melancholy, some relief, and still a great deal of fear, they fled and forgot their failure.

TRIUMPH OF THE DEAD GOD The Weaver's divine presence caused life to slowly return to the planet. With no one but Chaos to shape it, life took the form of jealous humanoids, hungry fauna, and dangerous flora - all imperfect, beautiful, and chaotic. The Gods had failed again, and The Weaver had never been more pleased.