Azazel's Story

It was a lot like coding to Azazel, creating a Universe that is. First you start with basic elements, small elements that were essential to life but easy to make, like hydrogen and helium. At this point it was simple binary, long lines of two simple inputs slowly giving rise to a beautiful place. The Universe needed energy, like an electronic needing to be plugged in. The power source was Azazel, of course. Lovingly, she poured herself into her creation, painstakingly crafting the Universe and putting inhabitants in it. It was slow going, but worth every second.

Planets began to form, then life, then complex multi-cellular creatures. Before long people began to sprout up, and thanks to the essence of Azazel, they developed rapidly. In a short time, humanity had created civilization and established a culture. This brought with it their new religion that worshiped the System Wizard. At least, that's what they called Azazel, the lady who sometimes appeared to the devout to perform miracles. Azazel loved her children, and the noosphere they created, so she crafted them Angels to look after her children when she couldn't. Metallic, faceless beings, extensions of her love.



She dubbed her Universe Nova, and watched its tiny self develop from her seat in the vast expanse of the Void.

Roothor saw Azazel's angels, and wondered if he should make guardians of his universe as well. He made them in the form of blood cells. Well, they weren't really blood cells, but they functioned as them. They could ferry particles along the universe, and respond to any threats against the Beast.
He called them Dryads.



Secondly, he created a lush and forested planet around a sun (really nothing more than a ball of bioluscent fungi that radiated heat). He populated this planet with creatures that looked like him, dubbing them Snivies. He named the planet Snivia.

Azazel descended into her Universe and saw that it was good, and its people were good. Tiny lines of coding slowly expanding and self-propagating, writing itself. It was beautiful, and her angels were beautiful, and her children were the most precious thing to her. It was peaceful here, thanks to the angels. War never broke out and conflicts that did start were quickly quelled by the Angels. Since the people had never known suffering, they advanced quickly. Soon her loving human children were creating machines in her image, synthetic humanoid children for her to fawn over. Then they spread, from the planet she'd placed them on to its moon, and from there to another planet, then another. Her angels had to find new ways to occupy their time, as they were rarely needed to intercede anymore. Nova was good, it was beautiful, it was her child.

"I held their lonely world in my arms, and everything was good.
I gave them all my infinite love, each cherished face, each wish, each mood
Some spurned my love, a few did not relate, they were misunderstood.
They spurned my love and rose in force to burn my perfect neighborhood
My prophets now beheld me in mistrust, that once beside be stood
As my loved ones burned and fell to dust, I saved as many as I could

I hope it doesnt hurt too much my Dears.
Laid to rest by fickle engineers"

Roothor created many other creatures for his world. He created nymphs and elves; gnomes and goblins. They all dwelt in their own galaxies.
He looked down at the Beast, and was satisfied. But was everyone else?