The beginning, as called by the other gods, was said to be the mystical world where first life was created.
Or atleast that's what the legends say.
It was a realm romanticized and pictured by the Gods as the most beautiful place to exist.
They imagined it to be the purest, the calmest and the brightest corner of the whole universe. Filled with abundant resources and unimaginable luxury.
A place any spiritual person would long for.
The real heaven.
Nothing like their chaotic and messy one.
The ruler of that place was said to be the supreme deity, the lord to whom every head bows with respect and honour.
That was what they thought of it as.
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The real place though, was nowhere near their imaginations.
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Lakir was standing in front of a gate.
A tall semicircle shaped gate, which radiated energy of all sorts of colours, symbolising something Lakir was right now unaware of. And showed white on the other side.
The gate let him pass through without any conflicts, taking him to the place others called beginning, but he called void.
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The void was just like it's name, null.
Only endless white stretches came into view, like the end page of a book.
It always made him feel like he was trapped in a box. Like if he ever were to run that endless white space, it would end with him facing a big white wall.
A wall whose presence made no sense, a wall that would raise questions he or no one knew answers of, something which would make him curious but restless.
A wall that would make him wish he never knew of it's existence.
A wall that would lead him to a future like his mother, who went senile after repeatedly accessing the void.
Though no one knew the truth of her condition, he and the heavenly lord, by some sick play of fate, were only people who were aware of it.
Lakir had always wondered what happened to his mother,there was even a time he desparately looked for clues and cure for her condition, clutching on thin straws and traveling one kingdom to another, in hopes of getting help.
Nothing worked out.
Atlast, when he himself was on the verge of breaking, the god of wisdom, who was like an older brother to him, paid him a visit.
He gave him a single advice, " Care for youself the most, for now stop and wait. If you were to fall, who would care for your mother?"
As stubborn as he was. Lakir knew the god of wisdom was always right.
Thus, for now he decided to stop and wait.
Till now he had never even once attempted to explore the area.
'Call me coward if you wish but I value my mental well being.'
Afterall he knew what happens if one is too brillant of a star.
Always, they would always end up being swallowed by darkness.
'Knowing too much is also fatal.'
'Yes, this much..is enough.'
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Though the endless white space was the only thing one would notice first, there was another presence awaiting.
As bewildering it may sound.
A line, a cross and another line, stood ahead of him.
Yes, a line, a cross and another line.
That was what it all was, all three painted ink black, sporting no faces or any other features.
There were no other supreme deity present, just those three, whom Lakir called as beings.
Lakir took a few steps in their direction and they excitedly stumbled, crawled, and walked towards him. No different than a fawn.
"Child! You are back!"
"Child! You are back!"
"Child! You are back!"
The three voices echoed in his head at once.
All three had the same frequency and sounded the same. The voice of the Late heavenly lord.
The three beings were unable to speak, so they entered his mind to convey their words. As they didn't have a voice of their own, they used the voice of someone who no longer dwelled in their realm, thus the late lord's voice.
The first day they had met, they 'spoke' to him in his mother's voice, which made Lakir think his mother's soul was trapped there.
He cried, asked questions and hugged them in his confusion. The beings realised their mistake and explained him their condition.
From that day, they only used the lord's voice.
"Can you please speak in one voice, and please shape shift, that appearance is dizzying."
Lakir disliked their nonsensical appearance and found it hard to communicate with some literal geometrical signs.
After entering the void he would always ask them to follow two rules, shapeshift and speak in one voice.
But the beings were stubborn in their own way.
They wouldn't adhere to his rules till he asked each time.
A moment later, the beings morphed to look like the late heavenly lord.
Their long dark brown hair curly hair bounced as they ran in circles around Lakir, a white long silk fabric half draping their body and half mopping the floor, quite literally hanging for it's life.
With twinkling eyes that didn't quite match the late lord's sharp abyssal look he remembered, they pointed to his shirt and asked as if chirping.
"Child! Which kingdom's attire is this?" One moment they spoke the next they touched his shirt, inspecting it carefully, like it was a treasure that had been passed down to three generations.
Seeing their curiosity, he spoke flatly.
"Not that valuable, just something I grabbed from the market to blend in."
"You stole it?!" The beings asked without missing a beat.
Lakir: "...."
"W-what nonsense are you spouting?! Everything humans have belongs to gods anyways."
The beings didn't mask their disdain, and seeing the former lord who was always serious with such a disgusted expression, looked almost comical.
"..I didn't have much time.." Lakir gave a lousy explanation which even he found weird.
'Wait? Why am I even explaining myself to these three fools?'
But the beings were far from convinced.
"We taught you better than this." They said while wiping down a single tear from the corner of their eyes with the silk garment.
"Y-you! You didn't teach me anything!!!"
"What kind of nonsense are you even saying?!"
"I am the one who taught you all about the present world! You learned from me, not the other way! Besides those humans would be grateful to know their pitiful piece of clothing was worn by a deity!"
By this time Lakir was quite annoyed. He felt frustrated because of that human,who made him wear clothes he didn't have, ending up 'taking' it from a crowded market place through his powers.
And because of the fools in front of him who always pestered him to visit them just to know about the outside world.