Stars, as big as big could get, twinkled like little fireflies in the vastness of the world.
The stars were nurous, they were plenty.
This was a section of the mortalverse that was just filled to the brim with stars upon stars. The phenonon ford a fascinating scene of stars that created a radiant sea, stretching as far as the eye could see.
This sea of stars had to be at least a couple of million light-years in width. Probably fifteen to twenty million light-years.
It was hard to estimate because the actual width and length were constantly shrinking and increasing with ti and space.
Stars were being drawn in from mysterious places and left through mysterious ans.
Every second, out of the quadrillion stars that made up this radiant sea, there was one star that died.
Every second, at least one star dies.
And yet, the sea remained because there were stars that were being born every second as well.
Trillions of tons of helium and hydrogen gases circulated and ford streams around the stars. The mont one was destroyed, another would be ford.
The birth led to the death.
"It is all a process, brother, you of all people should understand ," Said the only living being in this place.
A being whose form was so insignificant compared to the rest of the magnificent and glorious stars burning to shed light in this radiant sea.
Perched on a lonely drifting asteroid that drifted fat above the earth of stars, a little insect remained.
A moth.
A lonely little moth.
Its wings were a powdery white and emitted small amounts of glowing dust with every slight movent.
Its little legs were quiet, the soft tips casually gripping the rough surface of the drifting asteroid, riding the moving rock across the radiant sea.
The moth shook its body, causing more stardust to fall from its wings.
Compared to everything that was happening around it, compared to the imnsity of the stars...
Each star here was at least a hundred tis larger than the average planet. The asteroid the moth was perched upon was not even the size of a two-story building.
The moth itself was rely the size of a human head.
Compared to everything else around it, this month was incomprehensibly small.
And yet, it was this month that managed the sea of stars, and also kept an eye on every single star in creation.
Every single one.
This moth was the Primordial of Stars.
"If only I could just taste a bit of divinity, brothers and sisters above...hear ..." The voice that erged from the moth was telepathic.
It sounded soft and feminine, like that of a young woman who had just finished crying.
"Brother Mortality, even my stars have an end. Even the mighty stars fall to your law, bring an end to mine.
You won’t let live, you won’t let die. You won’t let ascend l, you won’t let fall...
I have been with you since the first generation. I have seen so many of my children die, too many.
We have known each other for nearly a billion years. I even helped out with the monkeys.
Yet, you deny a place by your side?
Because of that one?
How much longer shall I cry? How much longer shall I beg?
Must I repeat my plea every day? For the next billion years?
Will there even be a next billion years?
Look at what the Highest Will wants to do?
He dares to do such a thing because there are only five of you.
Brother Abyss, you have whispered to the Multiverses, you know that this is normal, but also absurd.
And now, there is a Forbidden Star.
I did not give that Star its permission to exist, nor did brother Origin give it his permission.
It is beyond my reach, beyond my perception, and beyond my power.
All this shouldn’t happen...
Why..."
The moth spoke in its soft feminine tone, lanting about what it saw happening but couldn’t control.
It was sad, really. A little moth, just drifting on its own in the dark emptiness of space above the incredibly hot sea of stars.
A moth that was not just tired, it was trapped.
It was free, but it was trapped.
What a sha it was, what a sorrowful thing it was.
And even as she lanted, her senses were not taken off the most important thing, her duty.
She would make this plea again tomorrow. Just like she did today.
Her pleading may have a variation of words that would make it different from the one she said today but the intended effect would be the sa.
Release.
How she wished that she could stop pleading. She wished she could stop begging.
She had been doing so for a very long ti.
It was disheartening. Her own immortality was a punishnt.
Soon enough, the little frail-looking Primordial moth sat in silence.
Nothing else to say.
So lonely.
And then.
Sothing caught her moth eyes.
Her wings shook as a very powerful feeling of dread overca her.
Off in the distance, at the edges of her radiant sea was a massive figure. A figure so large that she could not tell if it was bigger than the sea of stars or not.
She really could not tell.
And there was only one being who had ever made her feel such.
"Highest Will," The Primordial Moth said, her little legs tapping restlessly on the surface of the asteroid.
With ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, she crushed the feeling of dread in her heart and stared directly at the massive eldritch figure that seed to want to encompass everything in her vision.
And then, that incomprehensible figure disappeared, leaving nothing but a warm male voice in her mind.
"Primordial Moth, you still despise ..." said the owner of the warm voice.
The voice sounded strange. Like a robot that was trying its best to pretend like it had emotions but was doing a bad job at it.
It sounded monotone and was without any vibe or essence to let one know how to address him.
"Have you co to kill ?" The Primordial Moth asked as her wings spread out.
She flapped gracefully, causing the void and space to twist around her little body.
She was lifted off the drifting asteroid and carried off by a mysterious force.
Her question carried a little bit of hope. She was scared of death, who wasn’t.
Death was the absence of everything. She had only known what it felt like to live all her life.
But she also wished to bring an end to this suffering.
Every other Supre Level Immortal could just commit suicide and end it all. After all, when immortals got tired of living, they just committed suicide.
That was a privilege the Primordial Moth did not have.
"No, I have not," Said the owner of the voice, "I have co to free you, Moth.
Your days of being trapped are over.
The limits on you and your powers, I shall set them free...permanently.
The rules that prevent you from ascending to divinity shall no longer exist.
The sheer number of stars that have existed because of you should be more than enough to facilitate your evolution.
..."
The Highest Will, the owner of the monotone voice, paused.
"What are you up to, young one?" The Primordial Moth suddenly asked after five seconds of silence.
The Highest Will had stopped talking because wherever he was or whatever he had beco at this mont, he knew that his words had little sway over the mind of the Primordial Moth.
She even called him little one. And truly, to her, the Highest Will was still very young, barely half her age.
She was the only Primordial who did not beco a God who survived the end of the first generation of races.
She was also the reason stars had been consistent for so long.
She was not as privileged as the rest when it ca to laws that allowed fast progress, but she had also estimated that by the midterms of the second race generation, she should have accumulated enough comprehension to evolve to Divine Status.
Unfortunately, the Highest Will ca along like a shooting star, the monkeys also ca along and there was chaos everywhere.
The crowned Steward declared that no other being whose law could threaten the stability of the universe would be allowed to ascend.
Not without his permission.
The Primordial Ant ascended, and the Primordial Owl even ascended after the end of the Second Generation of Races.
But she was stuck.
Stars, by nature, burned brightly for a very long ti. But this was too much.
She knew that this younger one of hers did not do things just because he felt sorry. There were so many layers to his desires that one could not tell if he was altruistic or extrely selfish.
It’s a little bit of both.
"I want so figures dead," The Highest Will answered promptly, being straightforward.
"Hmm, why can’t you just kill them yourself? You have the power to do it," The Primordial Moth asked. No atom of respect was in her words even though she spoke politely.
"I’m preparing for the wipeout. I have decided that it will happen.
In the anti, I cannot wipe out what is not mine in the first place.
I would be attempting to destroy two universes if I tried that. That’s too costly and hopelessly inefficient for what I want to do.
I haven’t tried so I don’t know if it is impossible or not.
That’s why I am sending you to the Alphaverse.
The All-King, I want him dead and his Alphaverse gone.
Get in, kill him, allow the Alphaverse to crumble.
Do this and I shall let you leave this universe to pursue whatever you want elsewhere..."
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