Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A God's Boredom ❯ Prologue:Creation ( Chapter 1 )

It began with darkness, unending, cold and silent. A single being flashed into existence. It was a solitary existence for Zikel, he knew of no other like himself. He knew not even how he came to be. One day or night, it was hard to tell, he was given awareness. Awareness of a dark, cold place, awareness of a place without ending or beginning. Zikel grew bored very quickly, the unending night made him wary. Gathering detritus and clutters of rocks, he formed a world and named in Lyka.

The world was barren and proved to be no further amusement for Zikel after its initial creation. Again, Zikel became bored. With the skill of an artisan, he formed the lands using powers he did not know he even had. They were an unconscious thing, brought into existence with his will alone. He created trees and mountains with the powers of the earth. He called upon wind to further shape the little world to what he deemed was perfection over the span of 1,000 years.

Afterwards, Zikel looked upon his creation and wept at its beauty, creating bodies of water. Seeing this, Zikel sent out the element of water, creating huge oceans and seas, long lake and running rivers. Zikel was pleased, occupied with the task of giving life to barren rock for another 1,000 years.

But, the beautiful world was still a bore after Zikel was done. There was only the wind whispering through the trees to keep him company. The occasional storms that lit the little worlds' skies with dazzling lights and dangerous clouds eventually held no significance for the god. Zikel thought a bit, then on a whim he pulled together trees and a bone from his right hand. He called upon the element of wind and formed another.

A tall willowy male with hair as black as the darkest part of the universe was born. His eyes were the colour of clouds during the later parts of a sunset, a deep violet. He was a caring, loving and carefree individual who could read Zikel's mind and sometimes knew the god better than the god knew himself. He scratched out the exact forms of trees and other scenery in the sands, perfect images captured only for a short span of time until the wind blew them away. He tramped through the trees that created him, free to explore. He could choose to be on Lyka or join Zikel in the celestial realm the god knew. Zikel named him Azare.

Azare soon grew bored of the quiet existence he was given. He approached Zikel and told him that other things had to be created. Always creative and imaginative, Azare had created papyrus and on these fragile scrolls, he drew out the shapes of birds and animals using a very delicate liquid of berries and coal. Zikel gave this some a mere moment of thought, then brought forth each of Azare's creations. The world filled with melody and colour, insects, birds and mammals all creating and multiplying.

For a long while, Zikel was not bored. Azare and his creatures were a constant amusement until one day; Azare told Zikel that everything needed an opposite.

“Look at the creatures Zikel. They are male and female as you created them, the females create more creatures and males contribute. Should there not be a female of me so that this multiplication can happen with my race as well?” Azare asked. Zikel relented, seeing the folly of his ways.

“She should be beautiful and soft. Gentle but curious. Nurturing but outspoken.” Zikel told himself. Using a lock of his own hair and the element of wind, he created her. Long hair as dark as Azare's fell to a slim waist. Her busty form was concealed by this mass of thick locks. She was smaller than him, her body all curves where his was all lean muscle. She opened her eyes slowly and violet met violet for the first time. Zikel named her Zyrina.

Zyrina provided a third person in conversation. She cared for the young creatures and brought more into the world. Zikel was far from bored now. But it seemed the two who were created to create, seemed somewhat reluctant to mate. They were the same as all the other mammals, all their organs matched. Yet, they did not carry out the act that would bring more of them into existence. Azare tended to be more occupied in drawing the lift around him while Zyrina was more interested in providing it with a mother.

“Shouldn't there be another?” they asked him one day. He stared from one to the other, thinking silently. Zikel was struck. If these two did not want to mate, who was to say that the other would?

“Why?” Zikel asked finally. Azare glanced at Zyrina and nodded once.

“Zyrina and I are not like the other creatures. We feel no need to mate with each other to create another. Therefore, you have to create another for us. Maybe another female, one different from Zyrina.” Azare replied. Zikel stared at him a moment, thinking.

“Why a female?” Zikel asked finally. Azare grinned.

“Maybe I'll feel more inclined to mate with her. Zyrina has told me that she does not wish to go through the pains the animals do to create a new life.” Azare told him. Zikel nodded and finally complied.

“She will be soft-spoken, calm, with a sharp mind and a bountiful curiosity. But she will be quieter with her voice.” Zikel said. Using water and the powers of his mind with the slightest bit of sands, he created his third.

Thus, Ayana was created. Petite with long dark hair she had eyes the colour of the leaves in spring. She seemed to be reluctant to prance around nude as the other two did and covered her form with silks made by her own hands and telekinetic powers. She studied every aspect of the world and recorded it on an improved version of Azare's scrolls. This she made from the trees and water, it was a long a laborious process, but she did it with ease. She was calm and only spoke when she needed to. Unfortunately, Azare and Ayana also seemed reluctant to carry on their race.

One day, the trio approached him in low spirits. Zikel was curious as to what would cause them to be so crest-fallen. Azare took the lead as he always seemed to in these confrontations.

“Where do the animals go when they cease to exist?” Azare questioned. Zikel stared at him a moment then frowned slightly.

“What do you mean by cease to exist?” Zikel asked. Ayana frowned, then stepped forward, long silken robes swirling about her delicate ankles.

“The creatures. Eventually they stop breathing and blood stops flowing through their veins. Their bodies rot and eventually go back into the earth itself but…something had animated them, a soul if you will. What happens to that soul if the body is no longer alive to support it?” Ayana explained. Zikel stared at her a moment, frowning slightly.

“I assume it ceases to exist.” Zikel says. Zyrina gasps.

“Then what is the point of them living? What is the point of us?” Zyrina asks, fluttering her hands about. Azare stares up at Zikel, a slight worry to his face. Zikel frowns.

“Then I will create a sanctuary. A place in the clouds where the creatures can go to be happy and want for nothing.” Zikel says. Zyrina seems satisfied with that, but Ayana creases her brow.

“But what of those creatures who do not deserve sanctuary? What of those creatures with a rotten soul? Or those in between?” She questions. Azare smiled softly.

“Then we should create different stages of purgatory. Thirteen different…hells. One for murdering, one for lusting, one for greed, one for wrath, one for pride, one for sloth, one for envy, one for betrayal, one for malice intent, one for liars, one for destruction, one for cruelty and finally one for a being that has done more than one.” Azare says simply. All turn to look at him and Zikel smiles.

“So be it.”

Afterwards, Zikel was amused with his little world and its various inhabitants. Ayana and Azare carried on complex conversations about souls and what the thirteen different hells were actually like. Azare thought of them, but Zikel had brought them into existence, the three beings had no inclination to what any realm beyond Lyka or Zikel's actually held. Zyrina nurtured the creatures and they grew by the scores. Three hundred thousand years passed and the world became a utopia of colour and sound. Lyka was perfect. This fact bothered Zikel for his thirteen hells were relatively empty and really, what was light without darkness?

He closed off his realm to the other three, leaving them to frolic in the world, unbenounced to his thoughts. He pulled free his thigh muscle from the bone and watched with idle curiosity as the wound healed itself. Using fire and that muscle, he created a fourth. The heavens rained out their tears and the thirteen hells rejoiced. Their dark was created, the evil that was known as Ziryn.

He was taller than Azare, with muscles that would rival a beast. His hair, black as the other three, was short. His eyes were the colour of the very sun, yellow like some fierce predator. He melded metals in Zikel's realm and created armor and a sword, as he called them. In his quest for destruction, he demanded that Zikel created creatures that had not been seen from the other three. Orgs, trolls, dragons, manticora and other gruesome beasts sprung forth and wreaked havoc on the peaceful world, bringing Zikel's thirteen hells to Lyka.

Azare burst into Zikel's private realm and questioned his sanity, telling the creator that the new creatures were ravening the lands. Ayana gave Zikel proof that the creatures were harmful to the ecosystem; all but the dragons that had some sense of intelligence and sided with the trio, rather than their own irate master. Zyrina came to Zikel in tears, begging the god to stop the senseless slaughter of the creatures she had worked so hard to nurture.

“He is angry and vengeful, destructive, bold, strong and loud. He loves creating weapons and destroying things. He is the dark to your light. Was it not you Azare who told me that everything needs an opposite? He is all of your opposites, his name is Ziryn.” Zikel told them. All three were quite then. Azare's seemed more of a thoughtful silence, rather than a stunned one, like the other two.

“You leave us no choice then. We were going to wait.” Azare told him, unraveling a length of scroll. Zikel looked down at it in interest.

“These are elves. They are slim and beautiful, cunning and swift. They will be agile and intelligent and they will become masters of archery, swordsmanship and minor healing. They will be able to quell Ziryn's beasts.” Azare explained. Zikel nodded and using the trees and wind and the same methods he used to create Azare, he created 600 males and 600 females. Azare bestowed upon them the gifts he had outlined and guided them through the necessities of their magic.

Ayana stepped forth next, revealing her own lengthy scroll. Instead of drawings of creatures, Zikel found words and paragraphs. Ayana smiled at him and nodded at his confused look. Azare rolled his violet eyes and went back to Lyka, to help his creation excel.

“They are shaped like us but are mages. They are mortal or immortal each with their own special abilities. They will be the masters of magic and will be like me in the scholarly sense.” She explained. Zikel grinned, creating again 600 males and 600 females, each with their own powers and forged from the four elements. Ayana left, to tell her creations what she knew of the world.

That left only Zyrina. She sniffled once, than took a step towards Zikel. He watched her with interest as a calm resolve spread over her face, as if she was confirming something within herself. She had no scroll with her, content with only her words it seemed.

“They will be like me, male and female. They won't need any special powers, only the strength of heart and the power of thought. They will multiple greatly and outnumber Ziryn's creatures or outwit them.” She said softly in her smooth musical voice. Zikel nodded and using his own hair and the wind, he gave her 600 males and 600 female of her creations.

“What are they?” Zikel asked as she smiled softly.

“Human.”

One hundred thousand years passed and Lyka became full to the brim with new life. Zikel was very pleased. The world was constantly in motion, each new race trekking forward in an infinite cycle of life and death. New races were forged from the mixing of the original races. Azare, Ayana and Zyrina each took one of these under their tutelage. Their creations began to worship them as gods, creators of the world.

Azare became the god of the forests, the protector of elves who gave his people light, love, harvest and magic. He protected anyone who asked for protection, anyone who needed it. He was looked upon by his people as a kind and gentle soul; who was curious, loving and carefree.

Ayana became the goddess of knowledge, wisdom, courage and freedom. Her people looked to her for the answers to all life's questions and she gave them hints and clues, allowing them to find out for themselves. She believed that the best discovery was the one you found on your own. She was seen as a quick-witted and curious soul; who was thoughtful and wise.

Zyrina became the goddess of beauty and gave her humans fertility, protection and hope. Her people sought comfort in her nurturing ways; they were rewarded with love and affection. She was looked upon as the perfect female, the creator of all life. She was quick to correct her humans, telling them that it was in fact Azare who began the creation and before him, Zikel. But, humans only believed what they saw. They saw only her and her perfection, she was their goddess.

Ziryn became angered at the threes prospering races. He sought out to destroy them and all their multitudes of followers. The elves defended themselves with quick archery and agile swords, beating down Ziryn's beasts with hardly a second glance. The mages used their magic, destroying any force to come upon them with Lyka's very soil and rocks. Even Zyrina's humans were successful, using sere numbers to overtake the forces of trolls and ogres. Ziryn finally managed to capture a mage and an elf. Using his own twisted gifts, he created a new offspring from the various pools of talent. Vampires were born, immortals blessed with the speed and strength of the elves, they could wield magic and overtake 25 ogres. But, the downfall was their need to feed off flowing blood. With this new race in tow, Ziryn finally began to overtake the other threes forces.

Zikel became displeased. He did not want the little world to destroy itself, nor did he want his four to destroy each other. He had spent too many lonely years creating the world; he did not want to have it taken away by some squabble over lands and creatures. Everything was perfect, primarily, he was no longer bored. Finally, he called them into his celestial chambers.

Azare was first wearing nothing but a gossamer black veil around his waist, barely covering his genitalia. His long shining hair was left free to flow around him, swinging slightly in time with the subtle movements of his hips. Each sinewy muscle moved perfectly under flawless pale skin, enticing Zikel to touch, to remember if his skin was really as soft as it looked. Violet eyes glowed clear with a slight agitation, catching the shine of the stars and reflecting purple light. He was not aware of the seductions of his movements and Zikel found this simple fact the most amusing thing about his first creation.

Ayana was second, wearing full robes of beige silk that countered with her petite frame. She was fully covered and looked at Azare in minor irritation because of his lack of modesty. Her lush locks were pulled up and away from her oval face, accentuating her cheekbones and the smooth curve of her neck. She carried with her a volume that looked much too heavy to be carried in one hand, her slim index finger marking a place half-way through. She looked upon Zikel with a glare of intelligence mixed with arrogance.

Zyrina glided in, Zikel knew no better way to describe the way she moved. Her robes were a gossamer pink, hugging her frame and shifting as her full hips and breasts swayed with the strong swift strides she took. Her hair was also free, wild about her face and hanging longer than Zikel had started her with, almost now to the ground beneath her feet. It gave her the look of a beauty beyond a man's wildest dreams, a gentle free creature with a delicate will and soft heart. Her glowing eyes were filled with sorrow and worry.

Ziryn was last, bashing through the celestial doors, an unsheathed sword in his hand. His black armor clanked and clattered with every strong purposeful stride he took. He has a smirk on his face, glancing at the other three with a wink. A black billowing cape settled impressively around him as he finally stilled, taking up a position on Azare's right. He grinned, knowing that the furthest right position was always meant for his older brother. Azare gave him a look that would send a dragon to the highest peeks of the tallest mountain. Ziryn merely laughed.

“Enough. Work out your differences now. I will not have Lyka destroyed because of your pettiness.” Zikel said. Azare nodded once, stepping forward towards Zikel.

“As soon as Ziryn refrains from attacking our creatures-'' Azare tried.

“It's not my fault your elves and fairies are in my way.” Ziryn retorted. Azare stared at him a moment, then frowned.

“In your way? Your way of what? Destruction?” Azare asked, turning on him swiftly. Ziryn grinned.

“No. They have all the best lands while my poor creatures have to suffer in deserts and mountain cliffs.” Ziryn retorted. Ayana scoffed.

“Your poor creatures live there because they insist on attacking our creatures who want nothing more than to live in peace and harmony.” She said. Ziryn laughed.

“Peace and harmony? Where's the fun in that?” He responded. Azare rolled his eyes.

“You have been nothing but a blemish since your creations.” He said, facing Ziryn toe to toe. Ziryn stared at the brash nude humanoid.

“A blemish? Strong words coming from a mere imitation of a man.” Ziryn told him. Zikel raised an eyebrow, seeing Azare clench his fists in outrage.

“I was created first-`'Azare tried.

“Apparently you were created wrong. Zikel did make me after all.” Ziryn said with a shrug. Azare glared at him, than did the unthinkable. The usually mild mannered god raised his right hand and struck Ziryn hard in the face. Ziryn stumbled back a bit then growled.

“You'll pay for that.” He rumbled, raising his sword and swinging towards Azare. Zyrina rushed forward, pushing Azare out of the way as the blow came down. Ayana screamed as the sharp blade ran through her sister's slim, delicate neck. Zyrina's body slumped, her life blood spurting out and covering the flabbergasted Azare. He stumbled back a few paces in shock. Sorrow overtook his face, then pure and unadulterated rage.

“YOU MONSTER!” He roared, charging at Ziryn with all his worth. Ziryn laughed, raising his sword for a second blow.

“ENOUGH!” Zikel screamed, shaking the very universe. Ziryn and Azare froze in place. A thunk sounded as Ayana dropped her volume and rushed to her dead sister's side. She burst into tears, holding the beautiful corpse to her beige robes, staining them a vivid red. Zikel stepped towards them and with the mere pass of a hand, re-attached Zyrina's head and gave her life.

She sputtered and rose, holding her neck in shock, her eyes open to reveal the whites. Her breath came out in harsh spurts as she stared around at all the blood, her blood. Ayana sobbed in relief, holding her dear sibling close and reassuring her that everything would be alright. Ziryn was trying to move, frustrated that he had no control over the strength he so loved. Azare looked resigned to his fate, sensing that something was irreversibly changed. He took to memorizing Zikel's face, sensing that he might not see it again for a very long time.

“I banish my males to the farthest realms of Lyka. Azare, who loves freedom, will be forever entombed in the caves. Ziryn, the lover of power…you will be trapped forever under the highest mountain, covered by thousands of tones of stones. My females, it will be up to you to remedy the folly of their ways. Until the first three can find each other, not a one of you will ever see me again.” Zikel said; turning from the four with a look or regret and sorrow etched onto his features. A roar rivaling the loudest dragon ripped through the sky. White light surrounded them, sending them to the furthest corners of Lyka, never to be seen by the others for a lengthy stretch of time.

Thousands upon thousands of years passed. Azare wandered his caves, searching always for that one way out but never finding it. Ziryn raged in his mountain, always chipping away at the stone, but never breaking free. Ayana searched high and low for the exit of the caves while Zyrina blessed the elves and told them the tales of their protector and savior Azare. The world still flourished, life continued on as it would. There was life, and there was death. Eventually Azare's thirteen hells became well-known and well-populated. Sanctuary became the prize that all sought to gain. There was no rest for the little world and Zikel was never bored again.