Deities Far Beyond Breathless Prologue

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Prologue An arachnid the size of a hand sat on the edge of a mattress made out of flowering vines and soft bark . The the woven bed was on an elaborately carved platform, that was made from a rare mastari tree. There was only one Mastari tree left in the created realm belonging to Paradime. The last mastari tree was garding over a blonde hair man laying against the mattress at its base . The tree's attached living roots were fashioned into a large half dome with many gaps that were like windows.. The spaces were covered by the pink, green, blue and gold leaves of the mastari tree. The leaves covering the spaces looked like stained glass. The tree’s leaves and flowers becoming translucent like glass was a marvel. The beautiful Intricate designs Created by Paradime were exquisite . The man was in a deep slumber like Sleeping Beauty. The man had one similarity, to Sleeping Beauty, which was that he needed to be awaken by someone. The God Prodoties wasn’t that someone . someo

Paradime a celestial was that someone . Paradime placed the now thirty-two year old Pride in a comatose state five years ago because of his past and still current condition. A small half of a mouth size ,freshly sprouted green root ,was slowly entering into Pride's mouth. The mastari tree regularly sprouted roots to feed Pride its sap. The tree fed Pride every day for five years. The masteri tree's root was providing needed norsishment to him.

There was an oddity about the reposed man who was on his back. His stomach was eight times the size of his normal size. His enlarged stomach was the cause for Pride’s comatose state. Pride laid slumbering naked on a bed of leaves and flowers. The mastari tree's were made from Paradime's existance by Paradime to keep the pregant man alive. He was a expecting mother of five. Pride was human, but his body was holding his children who were fully Gods.

Proties a deity assumed his arachnid form, to sneak into one of the personal realms of the God Paradime. He visited Pride every chance he could get to enter the realm where Pride was hidden. Podoties had to trade something valuable with Pax who was lord over the realm of secrets, to find out where Pride was taken away to.

Pride was cared for, and groomed by the mastari tree. The mastari tree was Pride’s protector , substance, and care taker in a empty realm. A root was speeding fast towards Prodoties to toss him away from Pride.

"We go through this every time I come here tree. We fight ! I win! So let's not do this today. I'm leaving with my troops heading for the mid realms, after I leave here. I need to tell him this story." Stated Podoties.

The paradinas a being that was the masteri tree came out of it’s nine hundred feet tall shell, with a four hundred feet wide width. The male Paradeenis who was the mastering tree, went to stand in front of Podoties. "I fight you all of the time because I'm playing with you Prodoties . If I didn't want you to enter this realm you could never enter. The babies need a connection with another one of their fathers. I allowed you to come here without Paradime knowing for this reason alone. The well being of the children is all that I care about. Why can't you tell him something different? " Question the Paradenis. You have recited this story three hundred time. It’s time for a change. Why don’t you tell him about how you met Paradime?”

"I have to tell him this story. I can never tell him that story. Not right now, with the possibility of never. I need to tell him his story. I know he won't remember me until I come before him as my self which will take some time. After Paradime stops being hostile towards me. Pride will remember his story, The story is being carved into his mind each time I tell it. Pride’s mind only absorbs a little bit of the story each time as dream fragments. I must tell him the exact story each time I come here until my final time. That's what that scoundrel Pax told me to do. This is the way Pride will remember Rain, Zane, and myself. His dreams are filled with Paradime. I maybe speculating, I think the dreams Pride are having are passionate ones about Paradime. I know if I was the master of his dreams, that’s what they will be filled with.”

”Glad you’re not. you would make his mind go insane.” Said the Paradenis.

“No I wouldn’t. It would be five pleasure filled human years of wonderful dreaming. OK it's time for history. "

HISTORY

Infinity spanning beyond eternity wasn’t a concept fashioned in the nuillity. Inside the vastness of the void for eons passing eons there wasn’t any conscious form to formulate ideals or to contemplate about the nothingness.. The void was nothing. Yet nothing , oblivion was something before the concept of infinity spanning beyond eternity. No God or being can date when the nothingness came to be, or deduce if oblivion was created or just appeared many many eons ago. The void was dateless. Time‘s presence wasn’t there, and wouldn't flourish until creation deemed it so .There was no gas ,atmosphere, oxygen ,fire, or elements along the never ending distance of the emptiness. Oblivion was devoid of colors, silence, noise, light, darkness , life, and death. The nothingness wasn’t aware . The nullity couldn’t awaken into its conscious. Kronos ,the void was an un awakened entity. An entity with three different forms ,which resided within its body. Kronos is an endless void, with enterlocking oblivions. Kronos was always there where it appeared shrouded in it own nullity. Kronos was the nothingness . Eons upon eons non existance was there in an un comprehensible space in an active slumber. Kronos was like tangible unseen dragon even thou it was the emptiness. It had a form in its unshapable vastness before creation existed. Each nullity were inside of a scale. The dragon's scales were hidden vortexs with endless limbos. Outside of Kronos scales, Kronos, as the entire oblivion, it was even more insurmountable as it exuded and spread its bleakness far and wide. In its bleakness there wasn't any light or darkness, or life and death, or anything that Gods and beings may currently take for granted. No gas,liquid, and solid, that would be part of the complex foundation for the orgin of everything.

Kronos as nothing was something before infinity spanned beyond eturnity . Nothing was the space that received matter. The countless eons shifted into one another. At the end of an eon, and the beginning of a aeon, the nullity became a host to matter, fate, and creation. Matter , creation, and fate resided in the void. The struggle was perilous for the relevant three to reside in oblivion.The nullity tried to convert existence, fate, and creation into the nothingness. There was no place for matter in oblivion, as something existence couldn't subsist in the void. Existance bringing along ,creation ,and fate sprung out of the nullity to wait. Being, to be , matter, existance was equal to oblivion, yet ,matter was more than the emptiness. Being, to be was matter as existence changing into a solitary consciousness.

Duovigintillion years ago, existence which was matter became conscious. Matter gradually gained thoughts and the ability to contemplate. Existence pondered on why it came be. Existence was murky. Yes ,murky! Under its pitch-blackness were hidden colors. Colors of white, red, green, blue, and yellow . Existence deep in contemplation was un aware of the colors separation from it’s pitch -blackness.

vigintillion years ago the separated colors were afloat near existence and the void until they became active. The colors movements were repaid as they sped a billion light years away. The colors left existence to lingered near the void. The colors couldn’t awaken into their consciousness , but they gained unconscious abilities. One of the abilities was replication. The matter colors replicated , and divided a trillion times vigintillion years ago.

vigintillion years ago the separated colors were a drift near existence and the void until they became active. The colors movements were repaid as they sped a billion light years away. The colors left existence to lingered near the void. The colors couldn’t awaken into their consciousness , but they gained unconscious abilities. One of the abilities was replication. The matter colors replicated , and divided a trillion times vigintillion years ago.

The colors continued their replications , and segregation until sexdecillion years ago. The colors awakened into their consciousness sexdecillion years ago. There , during that time, in space the colors transition into lower forms of matter. The matter colors movements had decreased from speeding to a very slow drifting. The matter colors consciousnesses travel the expense of space as they moved away from Kenos , which was oblivion. The matter colors consciousnesses replicated over and over continuously. The matter colors consciousnesses ,while cloning traveled as a mass group until decillion years ago. A sudden change in the matter colors genetic information became filled with the matter colors own created anomalies. The replication process of the matter colors encountered a new development which was rejection.

The matter colors were forced to separate. The colors became like magnets attracting, or resisting according to their force. The matter colors consciousnesses separated from the massive group into smaller groups based on their newly modified genetic informational identity. The smaller multi color groups of matter colors consciousnesses rotated around one another ,and the mass collective. The group rapidly traveling roughly two billion light years away from the massive collective nonillion years ago. The mass collective matter colors groups became the ultra Consciousnesses. Octillion years ago the traveling groups that branched off from the mass group due to not being able to continue assimilation with the collective, became still. The matter color groups changed a second time, this time the matter colors consciousnesses regrouped themselves according to attraction of thoughts. Individual colors separated from groups or moved into a new one, that pulled them by gravitation. The assimilated matter colors became the Mega consciousnesses existing together. The assimilated matter colors continue to replicatIons as they slowly drifted. The Mega group complete a final replication and stopped. The mega group drifted in that area of space as their final replicated group separated from them moving five trillion light years away. Quintillion years ago the Mega consciousnesses’ last replications had a defect in their intelligence. The clones were subpar to the Mega consciousnesses in their abilities and in their level of intelligence. The subpar consciousnesses were the grand elite group below the Mega group. The grand elite group replication happen a single time , as they sped away from the mega group. The elite group produced a below subpar consciousness group. The lower consciousness became the elites . The elite consciousnesses group drifted away from the grand elites. A trillion years ago the elites consciousnesses had trouble replicating. . The elite group sped ten thousand light years away putting a great distance between the grand elites and themselves. Half of the elites were able to achieve a replication, while other elites were unable to do so. The elites halted their drifting to linger in the space where they were. The lower elites sped a billion light years away from the elites to drift. The lower elites could never replicate. The lower elites genetic identity lacked the cloned identifying ability to replicate. The lower elites lack of the ability to cone theirselve was the result of their being the furthest from their origin, the cloned anomalies , and the loss of abilities and intelligence. The lower elites stopped trying to replicate a billion years ago. This lowly group of elites were Gods, the Others. The final replicated group in the hierarchy of their predecessor. The Gods didn’t feel the need to drift. Some of the Gods continue to do so, while others just drifted in one area. The Gods lost the knowledge of their origin . The Others and didn't remember that they were the replications of the elite group. Every matter colors consciousnesses didn’t retain the knowledge of their origins. The matter colors closest to the orginal matter colors remembered where they came from. The matters colors consciousnesses groups isolate themselves . Each replication weather single or grouped believed that they were the origin of themselves. The Others believed that they were the only Gods that existed. The Ohers in the back of their consciousness poundered on how they came to be. Being, to be became a conundrum for the Gods that is why the adopted the beliefs that they fabricated themselves.