And so Ma'Rook took the first step forward into the universe known as Ema. Ma'rook looked, and he saw nothing, there was a vast emptiness and the world was dark. Ma'rook was disappointed. He loved the dark, but with so much of it everywhere, it held no value, no purpose, no terror. Using two of his distended arms, he reached down his horribly wide throat and took hold of an organ deep inside himself. He pulled, various snaps and squishes followed the pulling, and hundreds of his distant arms screamed in disunison. Dripping in thick opaque black ooze, Ma'rook's distant heart lay still and dormant. Ma'rook raised one of his fists and brought it down upon the fleshy organ. A resounding thump radiated outwards. He did it again. And then again. And again. Faster and faster until, in a sudden moment, the dark tar fell away and a shining pearly heart remained beating incomprehensibly hard and fast. Light glowed from deep within the furious gem, spreading further and further from the organ as it beat faster and faster, getting hotter and brighter. Ma'rook took the heart and placed it in, what seemed like, a good place in the universe. The light grew and grew until even the gods had difficulty locating the pumping fleshy engine at the center of the new star.
And so I give my first gift to this world, light so that they may come to appreciate the dark.
Ma'Rook creates a pearly whites sun using one of his many hearts. Ma'Rook becomes the patron of the sun and light.