Birth of the World

From the singular mountain, fire and lava burst forth from within. A deep rumble echoed across the land and sea, a bone-shattering roar echoing across all of existence. A giant red scaled and clawed hand rose from the mouth of the volcano, gripping it as a head rose from its belly. As the beast pulled itself from the fiery eruption, wings stretched out as another roar echoed throughout the world. Golden eyes narrowed as he felt the ground rumble as mountains sprung forth in the world as if answering the beast’s roar. This place was in chaos.
The mighty dragon, birthed from Infernal Peak, Bahamut, felt continuous pulsations throughout the world as others of great power ebbed into existence. Twelve came after him. Thirteen beasts to rule this world. Deities to guide and shape it to their whim. And just as they came to be they felt life spring forth. Thousands upon thousands of souls birthed from the astral planes. Life was born.
The thirteen deities quelled the chaos of the world, bringing forth a harmonious time of peace, as the thousands of sentient beings awoke. The birth of a new world at the hands of the patrons. Bahamut. That was the name they gave to him. A deity to rule over fire. Bahamut’s eyes scanned the world around him once more. What was their true intention? Why bring all of this into fruition? Where had they truly come from? And why were they here?