I sat as rigid as ever in my room, gazing over the gardens of the castle.

I had secretly hurried Michael's defiled body a honored burial while my warriors celebrated, relieved that the legend of the Rogue God was now just a legend.

And yet I knew the legend lived.

"Clio, " A voice said from beside me. Moon had once again appeared in my room. ",the council of creators has summoned us to explain. It's time to go."

I only nodded, not realizing that I was about to meet the things that created the universe. I stood and grabbed her hand and instantly, we were in a different place.

First I noticed the floor, made out of the universe and stars. There was no way I should've been standing on everything. I looked up to see seven indescribable beings of pure power sitting in identical thrones. My eyes burned from looking at them. This sight was not meant for my eyes. My mind was already being torn apart.

No, a voice spoke in my head.

Suddenly my mind healed and I could see an eighth. It sat higher than the rest and it definitely was more powerful than them. It ruled them. It had spoke in my head and healed me with just a word.

They had no faces, no human qualities except for their arms and legs.

"Moon," The third from the right spoke in a fluent, velvet, female voice. ", you have been summoned to explain your actions and to your subject," I felt her attention on me. ", welcome to The Beginning. Here everything was made including us, the creators. "

I didn't know whether to bow or sink away. Fortunately, Moon bowed so I followed.

"My creations were in danger and I saw fit to save them. This is Clio Thalatte, my finest creation, who helped me carry out my mission." Moon explained, still kneeling.

"You saw fit to take matters into your own hand then?" Another creator asked, this time definitely a male.

"I-I felt responsible as it was my creations-" Moon tried to explain but the same creator spoke again.

"Perhaps this was the mistake, letting yourself take care of your creations problems and not your subject here." He accused, once more focusing all his attention on me.

"As a god, I deemed it not necessary." She tried once more.

"My dear," The creator in the center called at me. ", do you know who we are?"

I looked at Moon who wasn't even looking in my direction so I decided to answer. "You are the creators, those who created everything."

"And that above us?" He asked again. I looked up to the being that sat above them in its own throne, bigger than the others.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully.

"I do not think it is wise to tell a mortal-" Moon tried to interrupt.

"Enough!" Suddenly, It yelled. Immediately power washed over us that halted any thought of objecting. "I, Moon's subject, am the beginning. Before the universe I was there. I was not born nor created, yet just existed. I created the creators which stand before you and they have created everything else."

He turned towards Moon. "You have failed. You were gifted two planets. First, you created a godlike species. Then, you allowed your species to split and become a faction that undermined you." He was talking about the Pures and Rogues. "And lastly, you killed half the faction and its leader. You have failed, Moon."

He turned towards me and rose. "Clio Thalatte, when I created the creators I never viewed them as, you would call it, daughters and sons. As the concept came, family, I viewed them as that. I never gave them names because if someone did say them, they would destroy galaxies alike. But these are my family, they created gods and saw them as their children. So I created my own, my very last creation, a son. A son who could be anything ; a planet, a god, even a creator. I loved him and taught him everything. He took his love and gave it away and it costed him. You took my sons life, Clio. "

Fenris. Fenris had been the last creation ever made by the first being and yet Fenris had given all that up for Moon and she had repaid him. I-I had repaid him with death.

He turned back to Moon. "You will be punished. You have a choice. Your creation will be destroyed. Your decision is to do it by yourself or let us. Either way, they will be destroyed."

Moon shook her head. "I will not."

But that didn't stop him. "Then I will send an army. Prepare yourself, Moon, though it will not help."

Something snapped and we were swallowed in darkness.

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