This world once flourished, a ray of light in the cold darkness of space.
He reflected on His fate. He knew the songs of a long-running war, of his world's vital role in an incredible battle that would determine the fate of the entire galaxy, the entire universe. An indomitable force was bearing down on them, and he heard the voices fall silent, the choirs cease their singing. But his world did not give in. His world became a thorn in the side of that indomitable force, allowing other voices to unite and mount a worthy resistance.
The unfeeling creatures intended to end the long resistance. Their songs were filled with violence, and their choruses tore at the very fabric of reality, filling anyone who heard them with hatred. Music was an instrument of war, a terrible weapon of vengeance, and the embodiment of violence in its worst form.
But they did not give up.
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He was declared an enemy. They called him the Corrupted God, and they weren't just persecuting Him; they wanted to kill Him. And He didn't even understand why. He didn't know what was happening. One half of the world had fanatically turned against Him, while the other half intended to defend Him with no less fanaticism. It all happened so suddenly...
He ran toward the others. His world was splitting in two. On the other side were those in whose choir he had once sung. And now he sang prayers for the lives of his kind. Something ominous loomed over them all, intent on wiping them from the face of the universe. The darkness deepened. They hid Him, took Him as far away as possible. But the songs of His enemies wouldn't penetrate the minds of those who protected Him. Something prevented them from doing so. And then the decision was made: burn the enemy in the fire of war.
The Great War had claimed every one of them. His enemies tried to reach Him, and His defenders, with no less tenacity, sacrificed their lives in His name. Songs of harmony had become a twisted semblance of prayers, sacrifices, and madness. His world was drowning in blood, and He didn't know what to do with it. One moon ago, he was nothing, no one, and now He was Everything.
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When it was all over, He emerged to the remains of His kin. What had once been a beacon of hope had become a wasteland. The choirs ceased to sound. No more songs were sung. Prayers, even the most terrifying, fell silent in the darkness surrounding Him. The Great Silence has begun. He didn't know how many moons had passed since the last Choir had fallen silent, the last Song had ceased. He wandered among the ruins He had once called home. Which had once been more than just His home.
He didn't know how many moons had passed since the Great Silence began. He waited for the Truth. Someone had to come and explain what had happened. Something from the void screamed at Him that He must know the Truth.
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He reflected on His fate. Slandered and cursed by the universe, He had brought about the destruction of His own world, his home. And when the Truth seemed unattainable, he heard the Songs.
These Songs were filled with hatred, bloodthirstiness, and brutality. He had heard something similar many moons ago. These were They. Those who had once been their enemies. Those who were still His enemies. That same indomitable force had entered His world victorious. Stepping over the ruins of His home, Their choir was in an ecstasy of jubilation.
