Part I: Echoes of the Void
Chapter 1: Genesis
The Void throbbed with an undefined purpose. Within its infinite expanse, a single point of awareness sparked. This wasn't a creation in the strict sense; it was a manifestation, a ripple in the fabric of nothingness. It was Erebus.
He existed as pure potential, a concept without form, an idea longing for expression. Memories, fragmented and distorted, flickered like dying embers – John Smith's life, his loves, his fears, reduced to the faintest echoes within the vastness of Erebus's being.
He felt a loneliness so profound it reshaped the very nature of the Void. He craved definition, connection, something other than the infinite, silent darkness. This longing became a force, a catalyst for change.
From this longing, came Nyx, the embodiment of night. Not just the absence of light, but the profound, unknowable darkness that blankets the universe, the source of dreams and nightmares. She was his sister, his counterpart, born from the same primordial seed of loneliness.
Nyx, in turn, yearned for something beyond the void. From her darkness flowed Hemera, the embodiment of day, and Aether, the bright upper sky where the gods would eventually reside. Erebus witnessed these births, these divisions of the Void, with a growing understanding.
He was not merely an observer, but a force of creation. He was the darkness between the stars, the shadow that gave form to light. He was Erebus, the Primordial God of Darkness