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In the beginning, there was only the Creator—a being of boundless light, whose very thoughts birthed dimensions, gods, and time itself. From His essence came the Twelve Dimensions, the cosmic realms where His children shaped life, warred for power, and dreamed of purpose. He was the source. He was existence.
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But even the eternal can grow weary.
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The Creator, infinite and omnipotent, longed for an end. Not out of despair—but out of completion. Yet He could not undo Himself, for to do so would unravel all that is. So He created Azrael, a being forged to bring about His end… and watched as even that divine purpose failed.
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Eras passed. Civilizations rose and fell. Reapers harvested souls. The balance was maintained. But the Creator’s desire remained unchanged: to cease existing, to free all from the cycle of His will.
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And so, He cast His gaze beyond gods and reapers… to a boy not yet born into legend. A boy named Aristo.
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Unaware of his cosmic importance, Aristo would rise from the ashes of obscurity. He would not wield divine blades or command armies—at first. But he would carry within him something no being ever had: the power to end existence without unmaking it.
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This is not merely the tale of gods or demons.
This is the story of Aristo—the boy destined to fulfill the Creator's finally
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