Interlude: Tartus
During a period of time that would come to be addressed as the chaotic era by future scholars, he led the charge against races on the paradise they called Kreatia, or atleast that was what the history books said.
Paradise? Yes.
He called it that because compared to where his race resided it truly was paradise. Their creator had sealed them into Tartus as he could not bear to destroy his own creations.
Perhaps the creator thought he was being merciful but to the people of his race, it was the beginning of their nightmare.
Tartus was vast but without life. Nothing made sense, no directions were fixed and there was no laws to speak of. It was the embodiment of what his people were called by the denizens of Kreatia, an abomination.
For a race that was driven by the instinct to become whole and put rest to the chaos within them, such a world was nothing more than torture.
But why was he the only one that could see it as such. He watched as other abominations destroyed each other, assimilating pieces of the fallen trying to become whole.
They lacked any intelligence or sentience, but they all knew to stay away from him, no matter how heated their tussles got, even when they tore through the very fabrics of Tartus, they made sure to bring no harm to him
That was when he realised it, he was different
While time existed here, it had no definite system or structure, so he couldn't tell just how long had passed. It could have been a short while and it also could have been ages.
Little by little, more beings started gaining a bit of intelligence after devouring to fill their void. He didn't join in their devouring but their strength could not be compared to his. Even when he did nothing it was as if Tartus tool the initiative to strengthen him and increase his capabilities
It was never a fair battle. When the rest of the playing field was at one, he was at ten, and by the time they reached ten, he was already at a hundred
The battles for dominance and completion continued on as the abominations kept listening to their instincts even after gaining sentience.
Some fought solo, some in groups, many rose and many fell, from the ashes of the fallen, a new abomination would rise continuing the story.
He bore witness to it all, the sole watcher and record keeper of the history of the abyss known as Tartus.
Then he snapped.
He couldn't take it anymore so he wiped out all life in Tartus, before going into a deep slumber. Time passed again, or maybe it did not.
But new abominations were created again from the ashes of the fallen, but they all had an instinctual fear of him
Even without a memory or sentience, they worshipped him as the God before restarting their cycle of battles and gaining clarity.
His slumber went on until he heard a call from the other side so he awoke to find the source of it. With a wave of his hands, he spent through half of his existence to open a path in the direction of the call he felt.
And that was how the Chaotic era begun
The abominations Vs the denizens
He didn't lead any charge, he just responded to a call.
A portion of the abominations that made it safely across to the sister world followed their quest for completion, eventually evolving into what was now called demons.
At the end of it all, the heroes and the world guardians destroyed and sealed the passage he created forcing him back to sleep with the rest of the abominations that didn't escape.
Now that he was awake again, he wanted to explore the sister world. But he had learnt his lesson from last time, he wanted a trip not a war, atleast not yet. He was going to walk the sister world before deciding its fate.
Survival or destruction
Sacrificing even more of his existence to open a smaller and concealed path to the sister world, he even added a measure to the passageway, ensuring that only he could use it.
He might call it a measure but it was a full on security system that was powerful enough to wipe out all life on Tartus 3 times over
He changed into a more appropriate form and slipped through.
"Here I come, I'm going on a trip"
