Two creation gods (Unfriendly relation) (1797 words)

I was nothing but a normal human woman who went by the name Rose Hillson and lived her life half in the world of entertainment and the other half in the merciless world of profit.

Then one day it suddenly ended with a bright light and a roaring thunderclap, my death was so sudden that I couldn't comprehend it and entered a dazed state.

This state didn't last long as I soon found myself in a new place, a dark and endless darkness whose only content are two pure white balls of light.

I'm one of those two lights, one of the two only beings that exist and have ever existed.

´This is not right. ´Confusion appears in my mind as I once again go over what I just thought.

´There was a lot before us and there are also a lot of things other than we two. ´I strain my confused mind in order to understand what is going on.

In an attempt to get a better overview, I start to observe the seemingly endless darkness around us.

To my surprise in but a an instant I knew about everything inside this darkness, be it what it is or how big it is, all that appears in my mind instantly.

I remain still and go over the new information I gained form this surprisingly successful endeavor and come up with a satisfying theory which could somewhat explain my current situation.

´I and the other ball of light seem to be something similar to creation gods and we are inside a black empty box which is as big as it is needed to be. Something is telling us that there is nothing else out there and that we will have to create everything ourselves. This kind of instinctive knowledge works on new beings like the other light ball which seems to not possess any memories or personality of itself, but it doesn't work on me because I got memories of a whole other life in which I was a bottom feeder inside a big society who most of the time dreamt about what could possibly be above everything. ´While I was thinking my previous spherical form has undergone drastic changes.

No longer am I a featureless ball of light, instead I took on the form of a woman covered in multiple layers of robes with a hood that obscures the upper part of my face leaving only the lower part free together with some lone strands of hair, additionally a pair of long, feather like ears look out from underneath the hood.

I would say that I look beautiful but my whole body was still pure white without any other color and it also kind of lacks details, there are now patterns or complicated designs, in short, I look like an uncolored sketch.

Not bothered by my looks I instead straighten my mind in order to come up with some goals for the time being.

´Right now I'm still rather calm and can think somewhat clear, but I can feel how this whole situation starts to exhaust me, it wont take too long till I might break down and I got not the slightest clue what this will entail so the thing I want to do the most right now is to make a home for myself in which I can rest and solidify my mind. ´

With a goal I start to finally draw at the unimaginable power of creation which fills my very being, with a wave of an arm it shoots out from inside of me in a mesmerizing show of colors and shapes flying into the darkness of what I'm going to call the black-box.

The primal energy of creation swirls around in the darkness soon turning into thin lines which from a sketch like landscape inside a bubble.

I gather my focus which I previously spread out through the entirety of the black-box around the sketch like construct and start to fill the sketch with my energy.

If I was planning to build a planet or a solar system, I wouldn't be so generous with this energy as I know a lot of myths in which the creations grow strong enough to overthrow the creator.

There are also cases in which the creator exhausted himself to the point where he went into a deep slumber, only to wake up and find his creation destroyed, stolen, corrupted or whatever comes to mind.

Thanks to my previous life as a human I'm rather familiar with the feeling of baseless paranoia and egoistic nature which ran deep inside the human race, so instead of creating everything else first and then creating my own stuff I do it the other way around.

´First thing is myself and the rest comes after, I want a place where I can feel safe and recover from exhaustion or wounds. I don't want to take chances that some damn creature gets ambitions enough to try and kill me or take my place. ´Grumbling to myself while building my perfect home, I only notice the changes of the other light ball in passing and didn't bother to waste any future thoughts on it.

POV; Other light ball

I don't know anything but that I and my fellow shining sphere are the first and only beings in existence.

Everything is new and while I'm brooding to myself, I notice how the only other being in this infinite darkness starts to change, it no longer shares the same form with me, it now has thin flowing sheets draped around a body which possesses a midsection to which two long appendages are attached and a another more spherical one at the top.

Unfamiliar feelings and knowledge appears in my mind while I look at the changing form of my only companion.

Those information's explain to me what her new form represents, a humanoid woman, and some other things connected to it.

When I finally finished digesting this new knowledge the robed woman has turned away from me and a complicated construct made from thin strands of the same energy which fills my and her bodies floats in the infinite darkness as if waiting to be filled by something.

The robed woman retracts her focus which she spread out at some point and fully concentrates on her creation.

A new feeling of excitement makes itself known to me and urges me to also start doing something.

I decide to follow what the robed woman did and use my focus to alter my spherical form.

The result is similar to that of the robed woman, but instead of a woman I decided to take on the form of a man, the only reason I even know about what a man even is, is because of the information's I gained when witnessing the robed woman´s transformation.

Curiously inspecting my new limbs which are covered in pure white robes I lift my half-covered face and look in the direction of the robed woman, I could feel a miniscule amount of her focus watching me, it was nothing more than to allow her to know where I am.

The thought of her watching me even if only out of the corner of her eyes strangely excites me and I couldn't hold myself back anymore form starting to create my own things.

I excitedly wave around my two arms and draw out some of the primal creation energy form within me and skillfully weave it into a basket of rules and laws, following this I fill the basket with matter and energy which take the same form as me and the robed woman did when we first awakened, spheres.

Thanks to the basket of rules the spherical balls of matter calmly float around one big burning one.

Pride blooms in my stomach as I look at what I managed to accomplish with noting but my instinct.

My head involuntarily turns to the robed woman wanting to show her what I did, but before I manage to send out my intention to her, I freeze up at the sight of something that I would have called abstract if I already had a sense of normality.

Twisting branches and roots out of thousands of symmetrical and asymmetrical forms embrace a landscape while shining in the same all-encompassing colors as the primal creation energy.

The landscape is made up of many different shaped pieces connected at their edges by simply ramming them into each other.

Each piece has its own environment and set of rules, the scale of those different pieces can't be judged by the eyes as some small looking ones actually are bigger than those double their size or the other way around.

I feel how the feeling of pride starts to shrink to make place for another new feeling, envy.

How is it possible for her to come up with so many different things in such a short time?

We were born at the same time with the same amount of energy, but she still seems superior to me.

Wave after wave of new feelings wash away my initial pride at creating something on my own.

Caught on this vortex of new emotions start to distance myself form the robed woman and go off into the darkness.

POV; Robed woman

I look at what I'm going to call home form here on forward and let my mind wander a bit.

My thoughts get brough back by the small amount of focus I tasked with watching over the only other inhabitant around.

´Hmm? He too took on a humanoid form. Did he copy me or where we supposed to take such forms from the beginning? ´After ponder about this question a bit I notice how he distances himself from me as if not wanting to interact with me.

Not bothered by his actions I enter my new home and fly to its core where a beautiful house with garden and many other things stands on top of a flying island.

The island is hold up by a tree made from all possible kinds of symmetrical and asymmetrical shapes and forms while glowing in every color in existence.

Its branches and roots spread out into the sky and earth embracing the all the strange landscapes with its roots and branches.

This tree is made purely form primal creation energy and is the core of my new home.

I land lightly on the peddle path leading to the front door of the house on top of the island and start walking up to it.

The door swings open on its own and reveals a big but cozy living room with a corner couch and two armchairs.

Connected to the living room is a kitchen