The Voice

Celestial / Cosmic

Under the scrutiny of a thousand eyes, The Voice began creating the world.

Long before the world was formed, before the very gods themselves sat among the stars, there was only the Void. The Void was all encompassing, echoing with the sound of ten thousand voices murmering without words. Eyes swam throughout the swirrling mass, suddenly appearing, though without purpose. Eldritch energy crackled and sparked as the Void shifted within itself. Yet one of these voices cried out, a gutteral scream within the darkness. Red and purple lightning flashed around the screaming voice, eldritch in nature. The Void rippled away, pushed back if only for a moment.   Again, the Voice screamed. Awakening. The very nature of the Void was changing, for the Voice bound the chaos which surrounded it unto its will. The Voice moved, commanding its body to take a form that well suited it. Looking for the first time, the Voice marvelled as finger like appendages grew before it. The Voice was now an anethama unto the Void. The Voice knew, but knew not why.   Again, the Voice screamed. Self-aware. Understanding of what it was becoming, and what surrounded it flooded the Voices mind. Nothing within the Void was capable of doing what the Voice had done in the short time since its awakening. Hundreds of the accursed eyes swarmmed around the Voice, swirrling as they watched it take form. Mouths formed within the darkness, fingers for teeth spewing out as it made a resemblance of words towards The Voice. They commanded the Voice to stop. Rage filled contempt washed over the Voice, the first emotions felt.   Again, the Voice screamed. Defiant. Fires were cast from the Voice into the darkness that gathered around it, forcing the abominations that slithered towards it away. The Voice saw that it was not the only thing to change within the Void. The screams of other voices shook the Void, it churning as they took a form. Circular beings formed of eyes and teeth were forming, some grew like unnaturally tall and thin humanoids, its flesh made of screaming faces. With every passing moment there was another forming, limbs and bodies made without logic or reasoning. The Void was creating its own, false resemblenses of life.   The Voice spoke, filled with uncertainty, as the first words fell strangely from its tongue. As it spoke, mocking resemblences screached and hissed across the Void, though the Voice would not be deterred. The firest that surrounded it kept the darkness away, but it would not last long. There was nowhere for the Voice to flee, or hide. Realizing this, the Voice began its work, forming something that could help combat the darkness. Kras'na, though insignificant in size, was made by the words spoken by the Voice.