Everything Has A Beginning, Right?

The First World was a world built from the idea of heaven and hell. there was no heaven, no hell, everything was one, everyone was in the same place. Angels saw the demons, and demons saw the angels. Time... what was even time for not the higher powers finally deciding to put things into motion and from there was the birth of three:

A weapon meant for the destruction of everything was given a soul in the last minute, Time, and Death. for there could not be life without death. The weapon was not named, for the being who created them decided a weapon should not have a name. a living weapon, or so the being thought. What he did not know was that there was going to be a journey awaiting this soul. cast away from heaven section and banned from it, our heroine's story begins in the First Realm.

Being the eldest ancient with what would, later on, be Father Time and Grim Reaper was never an easy job. how could it when everyone wanted you either dead or a tool? With no concept of right or wrong, our heroine was nothing more than a child to the eyes of all ancients.

She would be known as The Aboriginal Weapon, The Original Shape-Shifter, and later on, will be named two names. Migru Sarratum and Illuminati Lupus. The latter name a shame to the weapon.

The Gentle Giant

The Ancient race was a strange one. For one, no two Ancients looked the same. The Council of Ancients was made from the wisest and strongest of pantheons, and the head of each mythos. From Babylon, Ereshkigal, ruler of Irkalla, and queen of the underworld, and Anu, the head of the gods. Her reign was peaceful and sorrowful. From Norse, Odin would watch and only interfere when needed to be. Maat from Ancient Egypt. From Arthurian Legend, Merlin, The Immortal Alchemist. and so on and so forth but four belonged to none.

Migru, Queen of the Ancients, though she despised that title. Death, Ruler over the souls. Father time, who merely made sure the time lords stopped messing with his time and finally, The Gentle Giant, Merodach. Among the ancients, he had the least kill count. A strategist in his method, the humans mistook him for Marduk, and some even Apollo, dubbing him as a 'warlord'.

"Meeeeeeeeeeeerodaaaaaaaaaaaaach!" The ancient weapon was skipping through the crystal garden, the children of Lilith serenading the night with their voices and song. The man she sought was a giant with fiery red hair, shark tooth, and grass-green eyes. He was sharpening Marduk's ax as he felt the Ancient throw her arms around him as she chuckled "Neh, neh, neh! Merodach. when are you gonna teach me how to play the flute! come on! do it! Do it! Do it!" the ancient was persistent and Merodach merely chuckled. He would grin his toothy grin as he pointed to the mountain of magical scrolls laying on the table "You're not getting away from that, or I might end up just eating another one of those little fairies" He chuckled as a fairy ran off going "You monster!" The Queen pouted as she pointed to the same table "Do I have to! I shall show thee Chaos I tell thee! CHAOS!" He merely patted her head and ruffled her hair before smirking one more time "Come on, your majesty, the papers won't fill themselves up. Plus Death wanted to talk to you about the children of Seth, and we have a new being from the world of the children of Adam." He was being serious but playful at the same time.

The queen groaned one more time before she began to work on the papers. Odin had taught her how to read and write the ancient language. She was still finding it annoying but it was their way. She smirked as she began to freeze the feather in her hands when it was hard enough she aimed toward Merodach who merely dodged it before she sighed: "Why don't you ever correct them?"

Merodach stopped what he was doing before smirking again: "And why spoil the fun? They believe that I am a warlord and a cannibal at that, so be it. I know myself and is it not the cycle of life that we feed on others as long as they are not innocent... we merely balance keepers first and foremost. Anyways, it's fun to be known throughout the world as a cannibalistic warlord. I get to mess with the fairies and get things done faster. A simple "you don't want to be on my plate" suffices everything".

She chuckled at his explanation before she sighed and looked at the latest acquisition, a dagger. "What is this?"

"Dunno, Merlin brought it back from one of his expeditions. never asked him"

"Hmm. nothing good comes from him but we shall see."

The Dagger of Time

Little did Migru know that the dagger Merlin had left was the dagger used by Father Time on his expeditions and work. It had been peaceful millennia with the Ancients. Their days were spent in blissful utopia, everyone knew their place, the balance was of utmost importance and no one truly complained about anything other than the occasional scuffles amongst the species.

It was the night of Ereshkigal, and the queen was merely visiting Irkalla to check with the ruler how things were spanning, what the souls were going through, and if there was anything the Ancients can do for her. As she moved through the barren land devoided of any light, the queen noticed that her dagger was glowing. It was a strange glow but the moment she passed the last gate, she found herself back in the first one.

The queen wondered a few more times before she asked for Ereshkigal to come out rather than she goes inside. The ruler miserably obliged and the moment she looked at the dagger, Ereshkigal was a young goddess all over again as the queen panicked, thinking she had gained the ability to manipulate time. She would call for Merodach who was watching the entire thing. With a blue portal appearing before the queen, she saw Father Time grab the dagger and growl: "Please leave my dagger alone" She was curious about it so she asked him to explain what this was and he did. It was a lesson she would come to learn not to mess with powers that were not her own.