The un-light of nothing stretched ever onward, leaving nothing but the darkness in its wake, and nothing it devoured.
Things outside the grasp of nothing however, slept beyond it, dreams unlike any others plaguing their minds, but they still slept onward.
Nothing was not perfect, however, and it failed in it's task; that to remove everything and be the only one. It failed when it could not cover the yawning abyss of which had no end, and no beginning. From this abyss there arose a keeling scream. And six hundred arose from out of the abyss and into the void. They were horrors unto which no mortal eyes have seen the like, not before, not now, and let us pray never to come: the horror-things beyond mortal comprehension. And these were the First.

And with their ascent from the abyss, the yawn of the empty, turned to a scream, to a shriek, to the keening of the dead as the six hundred things tore their way into the womb of their birth. So was the death of nothing, and as nothing dies, everything lives, and so arose reality from the corpse.
As the fetid corpse rotted, maggots of it's own flesh tore through it, and devoured themselves and their ken. The First, as they devoured the carcass trapped themselves inside, immobile and helpless. The maggots devoured them, and then continued their feast.
The Endless at last brought thought to the void, and struck open the great Abyss, demanding it produce more, but the Abyss was servant to none, and instead spat out devourers, who brought low The Endless. Reaching and grasping arms tore apart the Endless as it was dragged into the hole, and thus it became thoughtful.

Even though the First had been malevolent, And the Endless prideful, Reality demanded a driving force, and The Abyss, was not of such make. And so Reality spoke, and so it was. These arose as titanic beings of immense power, with skin of stone or sea and veins through which ran lightning and thought. Such beings had power unequalled in all of reality, then, now, and forever to come. Though they were, perhaps they were not alone, for the Abyss devoured the remains of the Endless, and birthed forth The Second. The Prechronus were not alone, and their elemental hearts knew fear first. They could feel it, they could feel the hatred, the loathing murderous gazes of the Second against them, and through their fear they felt the hatred that the Abyss felt for them. So they forged shackles and chains, as so to bind it and control it. But the Abyss was crafty and wise, and would not be bound. When they arrived to bind it, they found the Second waiting.

The first of the second; Da'thamosh (Ruler of the Second, 1st Second), a vast and spiteful creature, with shards of bone and blood running forth, was the first to claim the destruction of the Prechronus. In a clash of light and energy, the Prechronus found himself outmatched, and his head torn forth from body as limb was torn from limb. Reality shook from the monumental explosion, and yet the Second found themselves invigorated and fought even harder, and the Prechronus now fell more rapidly. Ghaalhoggh(Warrior of the Second, 7th Second), seventh of the second fought the champion of the Prechronus, Ilifos and found himself defeated. A smoking crater was all that remained, and the sun of the Prechronus claimed yet another victory. The Second however were wiser, and knew they would not win an open confrontation, and thus in an unspoken act, jumped upon Ilifos. Though the Champion fought bravely, and slew even yet two more of the Second, He could not face the entire horde alone. The outburst of energy was threefold what the other Prechronus had witnessed before, and Ilifos took yet three more with him in his death. In his place remained an orb of great light, and so marked his passing. Their champion destroyed and desecrated, the Prechronus fell back, and the Abyss laughed in victory.

The Prechronus were weakened greatly, losing many of their number. They knew it was little time before the Second destroyed them entirely, and so they found need at last for their creative powers. Taking the corpses of their fallen, and those of the second, they reduced them to their primal elements, and bound them together. The result was a Titan. Both Prechronus and Second, they were not as strong as either, but they were far more numerous. With their new-found weapon, the Prechronus advanced once more upon the Second.

Variun (Mouth of the Abyss, 32nd Second) watched the advance of the Prechronus, and knew the Second would lose such a fight, so she fled from both. The Second prepared for war, and a war it was. The Second fought even more fiercely than before, and for a moment, it looked as though they would win. But the strength of the Prechronus and the Titans prevailed, and the Second lost many in each assault, until at last only Da'thamosh and Othuratzh (Dominion of the Second, 5th) remained. The Abyss itself was startled that it's servitors had failed it, for it was prideful unlike any other. The Abyss opened it's mouth, and The Second left the realm of the Prechronus, spitting hateful epithets as they ran. At long last, the Prechronus could claim themselves victorious.

Alas, their victory was not without cost. They were reduced to a handful by the vicious Second, and those that lived lacked the energy to continue, and their bodies decayed as did their soul. The Titans were lost, they had been created to fight, only to destroy the Second, and not for any other purpose. They wandered without reason for an age, until at last they found the Orb of Ilifos. As they gathered about it, the glow from within it seemed to grow, and pulse. Divine images and words found the way within the Titans, and they at last knew the secrets of creation.


The Second and The Abyss had also been listening, and they also learned the secrets of creation. Deep within the Abyss, from the corpses of their brothers they made mockeries of the Titans, though they again were lesser than themselves and the Titans.

Elsewhere entirely, Variun was alone. The silence kept her, but yet she wished for something other to comfort her. She got the answer, but it was perhaps not what she wished.
For The Second were made in the image of The First, but they were of the Abyss, and not of the void. They commanded little of the might that The First had, for if they had the Prechronus never would have stood. What none remembered however, is the corpse of Reality, and the maggots that feasted upon it's flesh. Variun had wandered into it unwittingly, and she found naught but the bloated and sicking creatures. Fat upon the body and the First, they were immobile and helpless. But something within them stirred and clawed, and fought their way out of the white flesh of the maggots. It was The First again, weakened, but reborn.
Even to the mind of a being such as Variun, they were painful to see and defied comprehension. They rose from the corpses angered and hateful, and swept away towards the Titans and Ilifos.