The God of Nothing

You weren’t sure when you received the title or how. You didn’t know where your power came from or why. You only understood what your role was, and nothing more.

Yours was a peaceful existence. You were the void before it all and the silence after the end. You were that from which all sprang free, and that to which all would return.

You were alone, not that you minded. There was an odd sense of peace in isolation, a feeling like no other. You were without compare, the best at what you did and the worst at what you didn’t.

When the first soul pulled itself free of your home, it brought with it a new emotion. Not longing; you were at least certain about that. You didn’t care what this tiny, insignificant creature did with its life. Not hatred, either, for where there was no regard, there was no disregard.

It took you a million years and thousands of times more souls to realize the truth behind it all. It was curiosity. Never before had you had anything to play with, never before had you yearned for stimulation. Your entire existence, you had been content to simply be. Now, however, you could watch, you could listen.

And you could regard, and where there was regard, there was disregard. What once was light and fun soon became judged. What once was carefree and spirited soon became hated. What once was nothing soon became everything.

These souls called you many names over the centuries. Chaos, Shiva, Ahriman, and countless others that you banished to the void in an instant. They did little to describe proper you, and did nothing to capture the rage boiling up from the emptiness.

The more you watched these beings throw their lives to the wind, the more you saw it as an affront to your existence. They had deemed nothingness to be unfit for their reality and had crawled out to make their world alive. They had deemed emptiness to be too quiet and had called out to make their world a cacophony. They had deemed the darkness too dark and had broken the rules to make their world bright.

You were the God of Nothing once, a divine entity representing that from which everything sprang forward. Then, you became the God of Nothing made mortal, a divine entity meant to reclaim all that was taken from you. Now, you are the God of Nothing eternal, here to return everything to the void from whence it had come.

You are the God of Nothing. Mercy on the fools who underestimate the title.