Chapter 6: origins (1)

A shooting star, that’s the start of the massacre. The star breaks creating a being, a being of creation. The being awakes in the far lonely darkness of space. After many and many centuries, the once star now celestial felt lonely. It wants a friend. It decides to tear a piece from itself, attaching it to a star it had created. The new friend is now born, neither had a name. Those centuries pass as one day a new celestial finds them, it takes the two to a new planet. A large planet made for the celestial to stay and do what they wish together. They stay together on the planet, figuring what they are and their purpose is in the universe. The first star is given a name, Diz. Diz, he didn’t like the name so much, even more since it was given by someone he didn’t like. He didn’t like the celestial look on life. The other celestials had such a big population, so many creating so much. Too much. Diz visited one of the many temples of the planet, he found that the higher celestials desire power. They think they should be on top, Diz didn’t like it, they were born with the power not earned. Diz didn’t want so many over obsessed celestials ruling the universe. He decided to regulate it, although he knew he shouldn’t have the power to choose who and who shouldn’t be in power, but he knew no one else would.

Lun understood the difficulties, his once creator Diz a powerful being as he’s just a lesser. He felt less than everybody else, the higher celestials made sure to make him feel that way. All lun created was peace, he preferred to create plants and small critters rather creating a race only meant to be in distress like how some celestials did.

“I do not understand them,” Diz complains, “Well I suppose we can’t, they’ve been on their high horse ever since created” Lun replied. “I know that. It’s the fact they believe they should be there , there’s too many, I’ve had a thought”. Diz says as Lun listens, Diz soon speaks again, “I want to get rid of them, not all of them of course, but I want them gone”. “ well I wouldn’t, I rather befriend them then be enemies”

After a few centuries of planning for the revolution , he had killed a few dozens of the lower classes of celestials. One day he went to find his second star, the one who he had been with for centuries, like a brother who was newly given a name of Lun. He found celestials all around him.

Lun was killed

Diz saw the celestials toss his lifeless star in front of him. He soon ripped off his arm creating a divine weapon with it. He massacred the celestials in the temple, he dug his fist into their chests pulling out their cores. He consumed it, if a celestial core is ripped they die, if they’re consumed by the one who dug his blade into the heart of the planet destroying it, he took his brother's star keeping it.