“I awake.”
Paradise is a thing which was rarely obtained… Aarrook knew this well. He had died for paradise. How many times? Innumerable. How much time? Since the beginning of time, of the beginning of beginnings, for all he knew. Each world has a memory burned into his mind. He has too many memories.
He knew his goals. He knew his enemies. They always have a different face, but the fact is still in unison.
“I am alive.”
The world which Aarrook woke to was different as well. Different essence, yet the same. He did not remember a world being as such in a condition like this. The essence was calm, not turbulent. He could not identify individuals in the essence. The gods of this Universe were alien to him. What they control, and if they are dangerous. Dangerous, to Him? No, he would just awake again, another failed universe. Paradise was threatened. Havens in the world needed to be protected. He had little to just do. He could not just think. He had to act.
Weakness.
He could not summon his power which he once had. Where had it gone? The essence, a material once mastered, now felt alien. He remembered how… did he? A lost memory to be certain, or a memory never there? While once he controlled planets at whim, he now could only affect locally. He once saw all, but now saw little. The rules have changed. It was a new game. A game he did not intend to lose.
Contact.
He had a message. A memory which was not an old, for it came from this universe, from which he cannot remember. Messages driven into memory such as his, radiating with the amount of power… it had to be another God. Assuming, of course, the rules changed, that left only one possibility…
A Overgod.
He knew that a meeting was not normal. Overgods usually, for one thing, never met with ordinary gods. If they met, it was in secret. If it was not in secret, it was to destroy the gods. This world had unique traits that could not be predicted. A meeting however meant gods… which could be identified…
To identify enemies.
“To begin paradise.”
This meeting of the gods was a disappointment. Aarrook knew that well. For one thing, they seem to be tearing at each other’s throats. He had heard cries of an assassin. He had heard demands for death. He has heard demands of concealment. Where? He knew how hard it was to keep a god sealed. One cannot make a physical prison, due to most gods being able to just unmanifest. Aarrook had taken advantage of this fact many times. A divine prison had the problem of still allowing essence to the god. They could eventually escape. An extra-dimensional prison was hard to create, and had to be well guarded against leaving. Ultimately, there was only one way to keep a god seal; separate him from essence. There is no way to do this without flat out killing a god. A god of murder would not be easy to defeat, without something beyond ordinary gods.
“All of you are to inexperienced.... but what does that leave me?”