The Primordial Soul

BYOND Key: AshartheDragonFish
Character Name: Gal Sar An Barragal Anu (Sumerian) Foremost King of Heaven Holy of Hollies the Heavenly One (English)
Race:Kai
Alignment: Neutral Good
Character Age:???
Rank Applying For:Supreme Kaioshin
Topic (if no topic, do not include this in your application.):You are basically the god of this entire universe and you stand for everything for Good. You always wanted to be praised for this, and in order to do so, you decide to create all of creation with your Creation Magic. Detail it and explain the process
In your own words, what will you do to provide RP as this rank?: I will provide and interesting and comprehensive mythos to the setting as well as provide for RP of the server.
RP:

In the beginning there was only water, mist, darkness, and the Holy One whom had existed since before the water rose, the mist descended, and the darkness encroached. A lonely existence was its without form, meaning, or purpose. The Foremost Creator looked at the water and was greeted with nothing, but a shadowy outline enshrouded with mist. The Holiest of Hollies was stirred by a beating deep within its primordial soul. Long gone where it's brothers and sisters each of whom had slowly evaporated to create the mist he sat in. Long gone where it's father and mother which made the very darkness it rested in. Long gone where it's sons and daughters which made the water it rested in.

Alone this was the state known to the Divine as it pondered the misdeeds of the previous cycle of reality. Why had it remained when the others faded? Why did the cycle end? Should it restart the cycle or allow all to fade? Yet deep down the beating continued within its chthonic soul. This feeling was an eternal rhythm beating to the heart-blood of reality. The ending had come, Ragnarok, the Apocalypse, Kali Yuga it mattered not what words one used to describe it, for it had come and it had passed. Thought the Mighty One On High may have wished the end of the cycle not even they could resist the beat.

Up stood the One Who Is All, standing upon the water of life, draped in the mist, and swaddled in darkness. Up it stood, tall and might and fearsome and magnificent. It was all, and all was it in that moment. A sound, distant yet close was the first thing to exist in this new cycle of reality. A beautiful sound which danced in the mists, song with the water, and seduced the shadows. As the One song its grand song of life. Others were born of it, sons and daughters of different molds yet all the same for it.

The first born was crafted from shadow and mist, formed amid a deep bellow of passion. The first of what would one day become beings known as Demons, Devils, Onis, and Evil Spirits. Yet, to the Primordial One they are merely his first-born. Rambunctious and rowdy, always seeking the approval that so many of the first-borns throughout time have sought. With a smile the first one looked upon the Father. And it listened to the song of life.

The second born was crafted from mist and water, formed within the primordial desire to live and love. The first of what would one day become known as Kai, Angels, Gods, and Deities. Yet, to the Originator they were his second-born and they did all the things one would expect in due time. For they would seek to be like their creator in all the ways they could. With a smile the second one looked upon the Father. And it listened to the song of death.

Onward the Creator sung, more and more forms sprang out of nothingness, given shape by a combination of water, mist, shadow, and chips of the Divine One’s very primordial soul. Onward the great one sung and all listened. Finally, the first and second born rose their voices to sing with their Mother. Tears the first of the cycle where shed by the Divine Being, as its loneliness was lifted, and its children sang.

The song became greater than before as their voices joined in, yet the song also became fractious and discordant. From this conflict arose those which would become known as mortals, all created at once or created far apart none can know for the only one knows in our age and they do not speak of what was only what can be. As they sang, all together now the first and second and third and fourth and so on and so on. The current reality took shape, time was formed followed by space, and life, and death, and the material, and the immaterial.

As the singing came to an ending the Foremost King of Heaven Holy of Hollies the Heavenly One was much diminished, their soul spread thin yet they’re job was not yet done. They were the great creator and the great guardian, yet every cycle needed a great destroyer. One whom would keep the cycle from stagnating to soon and finally bring about the end. With a final whisper the song was ended and the future set, the Creator sat and saw all that they had made, and it was good. As they looked their very shadow stepped away from them and sat and it looked around at all that had been made and it was good. With a smile the Divine reached inward and tore asunder its primordial soul bequeathing the larger half to its counter-part. For in the coming ages it would always be the nature for darkness to dominate for should the light prevail, how can faith and hope exist?

With a hug the two beings departed, the first born following the Hakaioshin into the Demon Realm and the second born following the Dai-Kaioshin into the Kai Realm. The two beings would forever be at odds, each doing as the Original one had wished yet each adding to the great song as they lived and breath. Re-singing it forever till the next age when they would re-unite into the Primordial One.