The fifth iteration was perfect within its imperfection.
He had finally figured out way to have continuous amounts of energy, all moving together in a symbiotic dance that he could feel pulsing across the universe. He created a realm that was the center of the paradigm. Humanoids and creatures inhabited this realm that had its share of life, death, love, hate and every emotion between them. He saw these creatures, over time, search for answer of why they exist. They pondered what great force had created them and why. He reached a point where he found himself watching them with fondness.
But he knew they could not discover him. This passion that drove them for answers would quickly be sated if they knew of him and all that he was. So he created eleven strands, eleven other realms intertwined with the first. They began to explore these new realms full of energy and learned to harness the realms power for their own purposes.
He watched as they summoned and manipulated fire using the Fire Realm's energy, for campfires, forge's and cooking. They found curative properties using the Divine Realm to heal their people of afflictions and diseases.
These creatures were smart and intuitively used the magic of the realms to better their lives. The people prospered and built great cities and monuments to their leaders and heroes. And something interesting happened. Through the adoration and worship of the people, these individual's power increased twice to three times the worshipers. They gained followers who built temples and statues of them, increasing the power they had upon the Natural Realm.
Occasionally there were individuals so pure in heart and motive that when they died, he took their soul and laid them in a realm he specifically created for them. He granted them peace and comfort, forever, for their sacrifice to their fellow man. He granted them wings so that they may soar the wondrous heavens he created for them. He named this realm "Ambriel".
He also saw individuals so evil in nature that they tortured, maimed and murdered their fellow kin, that he created a realm where they would live among the same chaos they committed against their own kind. They were the true, twisted versions of themselves. Terrible beasts of different sizes, roamed the lands of "Kraz'Segras". Many denizens retained their intelligence and enslaved and tortured the others they could find in the realm. It was pain, hate, and anguish, eternally.
He wrapped the angelic and demonic realms together, encircling the other realms, so that they could never touch his favorite parts of the universe.
And with this, even more energy swelled within the Tilt. He had finally completed the universe in a way that he would sustain his power and even be entertained by its inhabitants.
All was balanced.
Everything was perfect within its imperfection.
Until they came.............
He felt the presence of a foreign entity seconds before they entered his universe. He was so caught of guard and surprised by there being something outside his knowledge, that the hesitation led to one of his greatest regrets. He watched in horror as a streak of pure, white light and energy seared through the Angelic realm, ripping it from it's place in the heavens. The realm snapped under the impact and was destroyed within seconds.
He had seen his creations cry. He hadn't understood it before, but as the wetness fell from his eyes and crossed his cheekbones, he finally understood it's purpose. It represented sorrow and sadness without words. He watched in agony, as angels fell from the edge of the universe, headed for the other Realms intertwined below. As he sped through the space that was his home, he headed for them falling, hoping that he could help them, catch them....something.
As he closed the distance, he felt a new entity. This one far larger than the one he had just witnessed. He stopped moving and watched as a ball of energy, blacker than the space he now floated within, fly towards his creations. He looked down and saw the white light had crashed into the Natural Realm. He did not know what it contained but knew that his creations must take care of it. This black essence was different. He felt a malice and hatred radiating from it. He raced towards it's descent.
It was faster than he thought. He could intercept it before it fell to his people below but what he didn't count on, was its length. As it trailed closer, the ending tail of this ebony comet, struck the Demonic Realm and tore a gash in its side. He felt that sinking feeling again. He watched as demons climbed to the edge and snarled and began to leap out. Ignoring the falling unknown he reached out to the ones in the Natural Realm who had achieved a level of godhood, and commanded them to protect their worlds from these new enemies and that he would not be able to help them until he was finished with what needed to be done. The gods cried out in fear for they did not know who he was. They reached out to his presence and he felt a hundred questions try to enter his mind. He tied his mind off, he could not be distracted. He could not tell them that he even feared the masses that poured forth from this Tear.
He witnessed the black essence race towards the light below and even witnessed some of the inhabitants of this dark realm. But as he saw all the evil pour forth from the Tear that it had created, he knew he must defeat the enemy he knows rather than concentrate on the enemy unknown. His blade was in his hand and he began to pull from his essence to strike these demons down. There was no emanation of magic, no visual or colorful effect. No magic user on the realms would have understood what he just did. All that anyone would have seen, if they had been there, was that the demons just fell to dust. His blade was the greatest weapon ever forged, and he carved through thousands. After what seemed an eternity, an odd feeling as an immortal, he realized that their numbers had swelled more than he realized. He had to close the rent in the side. He let his left hand swing without concentrating much on the motions. His concentration needed to be everywhere else on his body. As he drew close, he pulled from every piece of universe. His body swelled with power, enough to cause him pain and as he released the magic, and the Tear closed, he could also feel something terrible had occurred on the Realms. Something unforgivable.
The Tear sealed, and the last of the remaining demons didn't take long to vanquish. He noticed that the bigger ones, the smarter ones, stayed near the edge...watching....gauging him. As he hovered there, he realized he was panting and felt...cold. He looked at himself and realized he was bleeding. He didn't know he could bleed, had never experienced it. For the first time in his life, he had questions and no real power to answer them.
He gazed upon his Realms and realized that they were still at war. He felt grief, loss, destruction and death. His hand tightened on his hilt, blade beginning to swirl with every hue of the universe. These entities would pay for this desecration. And they would not suffer. They would simply perish by his hand.
He willed himself to move towards his people and the universe moved before his might.