The Being rested for millions of years, time seeming to race by. He thought he was resting for only a few minutes, but when his eyes opened they were looking upon an entirely new world.
The forest that was once a few trees spread out was now a massive, multi acre stretch of dense forest creating a massive roof to shade most of the ground below. The rocky, dirty ground was becoming more fertile, the rock eroding into soil and dirt that had small plants and flowers sprouting. The few dozen creatures had evolved into thousands of vastly different animals running, flying, and swimming around all over the world. The mountains had grown larger, ice and snow beginning to form at their peaks. The water was so dense with fish, reptiles, and other animals that it became nearly impossible to see the water or the coral reefs. The sky was full of soft, white clouds and the sky was a brighter and cleaner shade of blue than ever.
The Being rose to their feet, looking around at the new world. They floated into the air to look around at more of the land, admiring everything that had grown while he rested.
But The Being could feel something.
A strange feeling inside.
Not something physical, but more mental.
They were surrounded by life that they directly or indirectly lead to the creation of.
Surrounded by thousands of lifeforms.
And yet, they felt alone.
Like they were the only ones around that had any sense of thought beyond pure survival.
The Being made their way back to their mountain, sitting down and watching.
Their knees came up to their chest as their arms wrapped around them.
They held each other tight and close, trying to create any sort of semblance of being with another person. He stared out blankly as he tried to push the feeling down. He wanted to be contempt or happy, even if he wasn't sure how to achieve such a thing.
Back at The Pantheon, Ash-Shaytān was sitting in the throne of his Father.
The Pantheon sat quiet and alone, all of the other Angels having returned to their posts after he claimed power.
Not even the Seraphs nor Azrael were with him.
He was alone in his new Kingdom.
All he did was watch on in pure, boring silence.
The white throne made of marble and gold that shone a holy and heavenly light was slowly beginning to be covered by a faint red light.
Ash-Shaytān smirked and turned, staring at The Red.
Still chained to the floor, floating in the air the size of a moon.
The longer the red light from the small star shined on the throne, the more it began to corrupt it. The back of the throne had become bleached black, unchanging as the gold had become red silver, the two fused together into a new throne fit for the two people that were embodiments of evil.
"You have grown quite powerful my friend." Ash-Shaytān said as he fully turned, turning his back to the throne and staring into The Red.
It was throbbing and pulsing full of power, growing more and more with every ounce of hatred, rage, and violence occurring in the Universe.
Ash-Shaytān stared into the light that grew larger and brighter until he was blinded by it, unable to see anything but The Red.
"You may have just given me an idea...but I don't think we could do it alone." Ash-Shaytān said.
He looked down at his feet. Looking down at the marble floor beneath him that acted as the ceiling to the very archives that The Red came from.
The museum of artifacts and creatures that his Father had created yet locked away.
"So...which of your siblings should we release first?" Ash-Shaytān asked as his smirk grew into a large smile.
But at the other end of the Pantheon, behind one of the massive pillars that held up the infinitely expanding wall made out of Heavenly marble and gold, sat Verchiel.
She could hear everything that Ash-Shaytān was saying. Everything he was plotting. She covered her mouth as she was breathing rather fast.
She needed to make it to her siblings. Warn them of the impending chaos and death that will be released.
She had supported her brother Ash-Shaytān, being easily manipulated by his confidence and charm. He had a silver tongue, which could manipulate everyone. She was rather easy to get to, her will nowhere near as strong as other siblings.
As Verchiel stood, she tried her best to remain silent.
Her best to not make a single sound.
"What is it?" Ash-Shaytān asked, making her freeze in place.
His voice echoed through the Pantheon.
She had her back to the pillar, staring forward into the Universe in hopes that he was just talking to himself.
She stood, her eyes wide.
She pressed herself into the pillar as hard as she could.
Everything around her was beginning to become bathed with red light.
The darkness was being sucked away.
The light was being sucked away.
Leaving her nothing but Red.
She could hear a low, grueling hum that grew louder and closer.
But then the growl was right in her ear.
She slowly began to turn, looking to the side.
The only thing that she could see was The Red.
Nothing but red light that covered everything in dread.
Covered everything in despair and rage.
Verchiel stared with wide open eyes, struggling to comprehend what they were staring at.
The thing in front of her could only be described as The Red, but the form was slowly causing her mind to drain away.
Her mind was beginning to deteriorate.
"Sister?" Ash-Shaytān's voice snapped her out of it as the Red moved away, letting go of the grip it had on her.
She turned and stared at Ash-Shaytān, her eyes a faint shade of black with broken pupils that stared back.
"I did not know that you were here." He said, feigned concern in his voice while his hands were behind his back, moving so gracefully towards her.
"Brother...I just...I was..." She struggled to keep any thought in her brain. Her brain wandered and struggled to run as it should.
"It is alright Sister."
Ash-Shaytān spoke before noticing her eyes. Noticing how she struggled to speak. His face changed to genuine worry.
"You look unwell." He said as he drew even closer.
Verchiel's eyes moved back to The Red, feeling drawn to it as it pulsated with a violent energy.
Her eyes were growing darker, the pure white light of them seeping away and turning to the pitch blackness of rage and anguish.
"Sister?" Ash-Shaytān asked, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
She was unresponsive, but instead of feeling concerned or worried, Ash-Shaytān smirked.
"This could be useful." He said.
He did care for her. He only wished for her to be happy. But if this was happening to her, he wasn't going to change it. He was going to use it to his advantage.
"Just don't leave her brain dead. I want to be able to use her for my bidding. Understood?" He asked the Red, which was only staring at Verchiel.
But then Ash-Shaytān turned back to the throne, his Sister behind him standing as still as a statue, staring with mindless expression.
He then looked lower, his eyes beginning to squint.
"Verchiel..."
"Yes Brother?" She asked, sounding like a zombie in a trance. No emotion or character in her voice at all.
"I'll let you choose the first."
She continued to stare without any thought.
"The first? What do you mean Brother?" She asked.
The Being continued to watch over his new home.
His new world.
The world had evolved billions of years in a blink of an eye, the creatures now in the millions as they ran around. The world was covered in so many different climates. Land covered in snow connected to land covered in sand, more covered in rock and others covered in green trees.
One single island surrounded by water as the Being continued to stare down at it.
They still felt empty and alone, not having anyone to talk to or take care of him. He could sit with the creatures, but they never talked back.
They would sometimes chirp, growl, bark, or shout.
But never words like he could share.
He continued to feel alone, surrounded by millions of creatures that could not share his thoughts or feelings.
They only cared for themselves and their survival.
But the Being was able to feel something drawing closer.
A lingering death that drew closer and closer as every second disappeared into the abyss.
The Being began to tilt his head up towards the sky, past the blue peacefulness and into the dark and cold Universe that surrounded him. Empty and alone.
But he could see it.
The thing that was coming closer.
Heading straight for his world that he built.
"What is that?" The Being asked.
Staring up into the Universe, he continued to stare into the eyes of a beast.
A beast racing towards the world, traveling a lightyear every second. Coming straight towards the Being.
A long serpent covered in scales, the head of a dragon engulfed by burning white fire due to how quickly it was moving.
Another shooting star, except the sheer size and scale could block out entire galaxies.
Teeth the size of mountains and sharp enough that every single molecule that it touched was cut in half and led to massive explosion after massive explosion that all appeared smaller than a speck of dust in comparison to the beast. The side of the head opened with more spikes going back into jagged and uneven lengths, the white fire running across them and leading to long tails of pure hot death to trail behind, which began to spiral as the creature did the same. The body spiraling and twisting, the long body without limbs twisting around with the entire body covered in unbreakable scales. The tail seemed to stretch on for eternity, the end nowhere to be seen as The Being continued to watch it grow closer and closer.
The Being continued to just stare above into the spiraling fire and to the Heavens.
Through the veil of the edge of the Universe, he could see his "brother" Ash-Shaytān, standing at the edge of the circle and staring down. He stood stoic and straight backed, arms behind his back.
Billions of miles away, and the two were locking eyes.
They were both feeling similar emotions.
They both felt alone, despite their immense power and being surrounded by creatures.
Ash-Shaytān, the new ruler of the Universe with an army of Angels and perhaps whatever this beast was.
The Being with a world he could control and adapt to his liking, packed full of creatures who saw him as a sort of God, yet also completely ignored most of the time.
As the two infinitely powerful beings locked eyes, The Being could spot the stoic and cold face on Ash-Shaytān. He could spot Verchiel standing next to him with cold, pure black eyes.
And behind them both was The Red, a ball of pure evil staring back.
The Being then drew their attention back to the fireball that was moving closer and closer.
It was moving faster and faster, the speed impossible to calculate.
Impossible to measure with any metric.
The very impact of the creature would be enough to end a Universe.
But it was heading straight to a single planet.
The Being stared, starting to float just above his world. Leaving the atmosphere to prevent it from damaging the world.
The creatures on the surface had seemingly begun to notice the death coming towards them, all of them beginning to run and hide wherever they possibly could. Some creatures ran into the few caves that were scattered across the surface, yet most thought they could only find solace in the oceans. Creatures jumping into the water and drowning, hoping to die quickly rather than deal with the thing that was heading towards them.
"I have to say, you chose well Sister." Ash-Shaytān said as they both continued to watch the creature racing closer and closer, the long body continuing to fly out of the vault.
"But...Father locked it away for a reason." Verchiel said.
Ash-Shaytān smirked.
"He locked it away because he was afraid of it. He was afraid of things he couldn't understand. That blinded him. I prefer to learn. Father always called this beast Lotan...but I have a name that I prefer. One that he let me name it when I was a small child" He said.
They stood in silence as the creature was only a few seconds away from the world.
"The Leviathan." Ash-Shaytān said.