The KidVegeta Anthology/KidVegeta's Theogony: From Silence to the Greater Kais

The Breaking of Silence
In the beginning, there was Silence

and it covered everything, completely.

Silence was stillness and Chaos was not yet born.

From Silence was born a nameless being whose boredom and loneliness

was almost as suffocating as Great Silence, which surrounded it.

In time, the being began to split itself into more beings.

Each split was done in pairs, with one female and one male,

and they were immortals.

As each pair came, Silence waned, and the burden of its presence diminished.

First were born noble Maltrion and his twin sister Zentryx;

then Iantos and Sethys; Icaeus and Dapherion;

afterwards, Soranos and Valcia; and Pythe and Thessia;

and Nylos, whose appearance was the envy of all, and Haseidene.

But as Silence had broken to allow for the nameless being,

so too had it broken to allow the Twelve Divines their existence.

Yet not all was harmonious.

The Twelve soon felt the presence of another rising from them

and they dispelled the uncertainty with revulsion and disgust,

for soon they came to see it manifest as a being their equal.

And the Gods were scared.

Heisis was its name, and it held no gender. In perversion of

the Divines' twin births, it was alone; and it held Chaos in its grasp.

Noble Maltrion saw from Heisis' birth the ruin of everything.

And though he told his fellows, and they distrusted Heisis,

they could do nothing, for they could not match its force.

Even as the Gods created their heavenly abode, Mytos,

they could not stop Heisis from following them.

But all remembered Maltrion's prophecy and kept anxiety in their hearts.

The Gods were not agents of good or evil, though they feared their own peril.

As each God fulfilled a purpose, the perversion of good and evil

never reached Mytos, and the great landscape was untainted by those who walked it.

And the land of Mytos was lush and bountiful,

and many trees and rivers permeated its vast lands.

Always was there day, and within it, Elder Time was born.

Upon the archway at the centre of the lands, between two great and tenacious mountains

stood an inscription of Maltrion's prophecy, laced in gold.

Lo! it is said: In the end, it shall be that

Heisis will take its true place as the offspring of Silence and fill the universe with

its overbearance. And so shall all whither and die from a suffocating and deathly Chaos.

Icaeus Steals the Gift of Life
In Mytos, where time is still, the Thirteen

feasted and basked in the splendor

of their creation.

But Icaeus, whose words are crafty,

and who lived in the North, in Finuin,

grew bored of his easy life.

He came one day to his brother, Iantos

who had created all

trees, rivers, and lands and in Mytos.

Icaeus brought to him two

trees he had uprooted and spoke

with words soft and deliberate:

"Iantos my brother, greatest of our family,

look now at what I bring you. These

trees are strong and tall, but

they do not breathe or see or talk.

They do not know and do not feel,

for they are not like us."

Then spoke Iantos,

"And what would you request of me,

my brother, Icaeus?"

And Icaeus beseeched his brother

to breathe life into the trees

and make more beings.

This, his brother rejected

and would not listen to his brother's

counsel any longer.

Then Icaeus went to his sister, Sethys,

who held power over death and foresight.

And she too was bored.

For nothing in Mytos died or grew old;

and Sethys despised her brothers -

Maltrion, whose elder time let nothing wither,

And Iantos, whose creative powers were never used.

So with Icaeus, Sethys brought her brother Iantos

much wine and food and bade him celebrate.

Sethys was careful

to continue refilling Iantos' cup

whenever it was emptied.

By the second day of the feast, her brother had consumed

more than an three barrels of wine.

He was very drunken,

and his two equals found Iantos

to be in an agreeable mood.

Then, by the light of their great bonfire,

Sethys and Icaeus tied Iantos to a tree,

and forced him to breathe life into

the two trees Icaeus presented him with.

And so he did; Iantos, the obsessor,

created the first civilization.

From the two trees, he created two creatures

one male, and one female,

who were shorter and darker than the Thirteen,

and whose powers were greatly inferior

than the divines.

They were known as the Shima.

Then Iantos became ashamed at

what he had done, and sought to

hide the species he had created.

Iantos created Helcio,

a realm below Mytos, where the Shima could live.

In Helcio, elder time held no power, and many things

aged and died.

The Shima, though created from divinity,

were not immune, and lived

only several hundred years.

With glee, Sethys, messenger of death,

descended into Helcio and her

cold presence was ever on the

Shima's lips.

For when they bred, she would take from them,

never allowing their population to grow beyond twelve.

Thus, the Shima would never be better than the divines.

And so her jealousy for life was

satiated and she could fulfill her role.

But the souls of

those she killed could not

remain in Helcio, so

Iantos created yet another plane

for the dead to rest at.

This he named Other World, the third plane, and Sethys

held almost no power there.

While most of the divines did not go to Helcio,

Icaeus did. He enjoyed the

company of the Shima.

Icaeus, the cunning agent, spent his time

teaching the Shima and giving them language.

But once Icaeus had told the Shima all

he knew, he grew bored with them as well.

He asked Iantos once again to create life

but his brother refused.

Maltrion and Thessia protected

their brother, and did not

allow Icaeus to return to him.

So Icaeus stayed in Helcio, the second plane,

and created life by himself.

He was not the god of Life or Creation,

and his works were shameful and incomplete.

He took two rocks and struck them

together, and from the sparks were

created the Keishin.

These creatures were clothed in red,

and their eyes burned with desires of

discord and knowledge.

They rejected the Shima, and the

two waged war over Helcio.

Pythe, the god of war, watched over

the species' fight and relished

their bloodshed.

Haseidene and Soranos likewise

released their powers into Helcio

and watched the Shima and Keishin battle.

But Dapherion, whose face was a pure as water,

was appalled at Icaeus' creation and

called a council of the remaining divines.

They spoke of the trickster and his cunning

and knew that he would make a mockery of all of them,

even noble Maltrion.

So Iantos was tasked with creating another plane -

one which was not so close to Mytos -

where all of their powers

could be placed into.

And so Iantos, life-breather,

created the universe, and he

put much into it, so that

it was filled with planets and stars

and gas and space.

And into this fourth plane, Iantos

dropped many seeds of life,

one for each drop of blood

from the Shima-Keishin war.

And there was much that

was created from this.

Then, the twelve took to the universe

and spread their powers within it.

But Heisis, who had remained quiet

merely watched its brothers and sisters,

and it knew that not yet was it the time for

Heisis, born of chaos, to enter into the universe.

The Fall of the 12 Divines
The Keishin and Shima warred for many years

until the grasslands of their battles

turned red with blood.

Even as they ripped one another apart,

being taken by Sethys,

new Keishin and Shima were created by

Iantos and the cycle continued.

They came to realize the futility

of their quarrels and came together.

The two species, the firstborn and secondborn,

conspired, in secret, to overthrow their

masters and take control of their lives.

One day the Shima, in their singing voices,

called to their masters to come and visit them.

The Twelve Divines listened to their creations

and came down to Helcio.

Then, the Keishin sprang out from behind

some dead trees and attacked the gods

with crude stones and knives.

The Shima too used their powers and

overwhelmed the gods.

Soranos, Pythe, and Haseidene

pushed the Shima back

and Dapherion banished them to the

Afterlife - known as Otherworld.

There they became great lords

and their descendants were

known as the Ogres.

The Keishin were overwhelmed by

Zentryx, Valcia, and Nylos

and were banished to the Underworld,

for they were loved by none but Icaeus, their creator.

There, they became the demons who lived in Torfrost,

where nothing grew or thrived and where

endless plains of sharp rocks

were the only respite from endless plumes of sulfur.

The Makais came from the oldest Keishin

and lived in the emerald peaks of Sinhost,

where they lorded over their demon subjects.

It was not often the Demons would be able to

visit the other planes,

for the gods had isolated them purposefully,

but every few million years thereafter

a few demons managed to escape their prison

and wreak mischief upon the universe.

Then Helcio was abandoned;

the Twelve returned to their paradise of Mytos

and contemplated the Shima-Keishin rebellion.

Helcio withered away in the absence

of life.

Every tree lost its leaves,

the red grass no longer grew,

wind no longer blew,

and there was a heavy burden in the air.

No beings were ever permitted to

return to the plane, after the rebellion

and thus Helcio remains desolate

to this day.

Iantos was distressed

after witnessing the failure

of his creation.

Many races had been born in the

fourth plane, the universe,

but he no longer felt

attachment to him.

So came Heisis, chaos-bringer,

and corrupted the thoughts of

its brothers and sisters.

It convinced them that

the only pure creations were

from the unison of brother and sister;

of man and woman.

And so the Twelve agreed,

and with chaos in their heart

slept with one another

and produced many children.

From Maltrion came Thibbe, Baccia, Phemys,

Gersia, Bemeita, and then Weyvn,

who came to be revered by the Ogres in Other World.

From Iantos came Sessina, Cira, Nelos,

Ziantos, Beinus; and after these,

the youngest and most cunning of his children, Amu,

who later came to be known as Amoon, life-eater,

whose terror and bloodshed would come

to haunt the Divines. But his time was not

yet come.

From Icaeus, the master trickster, came

Isyen, Maevus, and Qualos.

From Soranos came Vestia, Borellos,

the nevertalking Ouralia, Cephia,

and then Zeruos.

From Pythe came Dutramo, Azies, Dibolan,

and Phesta.

From Nylos came Chivin, Selphos, Dynae,

Bhusho, Garrios, Macklan, and Gyx, Forel,

Dencion, and then Lorelos, Xelia, and Jesino.

Then the many sons and daughters of the original gods,

whose births were influenced by the power of chaos,

descended into the universe and spread the powers

of their parents.

And to this, Heisis watched with satisfaction.

For it needed not do anything itself to bring chaos

into the universe.

Rarely did any of the Twelve ever return to the planes

other than Mytos.

Their influence had waned, and their interest in

living beings were mostly gone.

Only Iantos, Sethys, and Icaeus would

return to the universe to observe

the many works of their children.

The Daman
Iantos, life-breather, spread life

across the universe

and Icaeus followed behind him,

giving each new specices

sentience and intelligence.

So sprung up many civilizations;

and they worshiped

the Divines and their children as their gods.

But there was one race which

worshiped no one.

They called themselves the Daman,

and they were a proud, haughty race.

Their numbers grew as quickly as their intellect,

and soon they dominated the universe.

Led by their leader, Anaku,

the Daman cut a swath through all other races

and made all others subservient to them.

As their technology grew, so did their arrogance,

and soon the Daman saw themselves as the gods

they refused to worship.

Anaku reached the Other World

- where no living mortal should go -

and created a new homeworld for his species,

which he called Krakatan.

From that vantage, his people

watched over the universe.

Then the Daman,

whose technological mastery has never been replicated,

argued amongst themselves

and debated their reason for existing.

Many argued they were not gods;

that they were simply the pinnacle of existence,

and they owed no species their time or effort.

But others, like Anaku, said their power was

to be feared,

to be respected,

to be obeyed.

And he wanted to be the one to rule all others.

And so the Daman warred with one another

in Other World.

But it was not an even fight.

Most of those who stood

against Anaku were destroyed

by the might of their proud leader,

whose power rivaled the gods'.

Weyvn, son of Maltrion, watched the

species war with itself,

and interfered.

Not idly would a god enter into

the affairs of lesser mortals,

but the Daman civil war

threatened the afterlife,

and Anaku's power grew unchecked.

So Weyvn allied himself

with those who stood against Anaku.

It came to be

that the bloody conflict

reached its peak

on the surface of Krakatan itself.

There, Anaku and Wevyn, Maltrion's son,

dueled with one another.

And all of Other World shook

as they rained blows down upon one another.

As mounds of bodies lay around them,

rivers of blood flowed under their boots,

and smoke obscured their vision,

Anaku and Weyvn mortally wounded one another.

Anaku's stomach was gashed and bloody;

Weyvn's back broken, his neck sliced.

But Weyvn mustered up his remaining energy

and prevented his opponent from escaping

and healing himself.

So he obliterated Anaku with all of

his remaining energy, and Weyvn, Maltrion's son,

died as well.

Anaku was placed in hell, locked away by the Shima,

now known as the Ogres of Other World.

There he remains to this day, and no one may see him.

Weyvn, being a second-generation god, was not bound

to Other World, and returned to Mytos

to live with his mother and father.

His parents did not allow him to leave

Mytos often, for if he would die again,

he would cease to exist.

Still, Weyvn's heroic deeds were not forgotten,

and he was forever revered in Other World.

And the remaining Daman gave up their

dictatorial ways, instead focusing on

spreading their technology and knowledge

throughout the universe.

But with the death of Anaku,

their greatest leader,

the self-proclaimed gods,

the once great species,

whose golden age died with its leader,

then began its

long and inevitable decline.

The Waning of the Old Gods and The Rise of Early Kais
The Great Judges,

the Daman,

the only mortals in Other World,

continued to lord over

the universe

even after Anaku's defeat.

Most resided on Krakatan;

though there were some

who had power enough to

create their own worlds.

From these vantages

did other great judges

fulfill their role

as the caretakers and watchers

of the universe.

Amoon, lord of regeneration,

and the son of Iantos,

saw the Daman and their works

and became jealous.

Who were they

to call themselves the gods,

he thought to himself.

Who are they to be worshipped?

With bitter hatred,

Amoon struck down the Daman

with disease and infertility;

and the self-proclaimed gods

were overcome by the power

of the immortal.

Within a few years time,

their population had declined

and their power had waned.

They slowly abandoned most of their planets

and forsook the other mortal species.

Instead of watching over the universe,

they spent their last days

bickering amongst one another.

Then Amoon saw his opening.

The species his father had created

was, at last, weakened beyond repair.

And he hated his father

and he was jealous too;

for Iantos' creations were powerful

and beautiful, and they were without equal.

And Amoon was overcome with desire

to replace them with his own creation:

Beings he could be proud of;

beings he could control.

So Amoon created the Kais

in Other World

to openly mock the isolation

and uniqueness

of the Daman.

The Kais were unlike

any other species,

and did not breed.

Instead, they grew

from the fruit of great Kaiju trees.

This was the work

of the great and terrible Amoon.

The Daman became aware

of the Kais,

and sent their Legate, Verlate,

to investigate them.

But the Kais stole her power

and brought ruin upon themselves.

Their homeworld was wreaked,

many Kaiju trees destroyed, and

their species nearly exterminated.

But even as Verlate was banished

into a mind prison for her failures,

she pleaded with the last great Judge of her species, Sertung,

to hand the mantle

over to the Kais.

She had been influenced

by the Amoon's poisonous thoughts

and foresaw her species' extinction.

There was nothing left for the Daman.

They had incurred the wrath of the

world-eater,

and they would pay.

Seeing his species dying

- and having no answer for their impending extinction -

Sertung relented,

and took it upon himself

to train the new caretakers

of the universe.

He removed the remaining Kaiju trees

from the old, devastated Kai homeworld

and placed them on a new world

which he created.

And this place came to be known as

the Sacred World of the Kais.

The other worlds the Daman had lived on

came to be the homeworlds

of the Regional and Grand Kais,

and they are still used to this day.

But ever since Verlate's power

destroyed most of the Kais, their numbers

remained few;

just enough to rule

and not enough to become arrogant,

like their predecessors.

Ever did Amoon watch the species

he had instilled as the rulers of Other World

and the universe, and his expectations

for them remained ever high.

For he had taken

a great risk

in challenging his father's creation.

He had shown his power and his bold plans

to all, without backing down.

And it would not be the last time

Amoon would do so.

The Devastation of Otherworld and the Prophecy
The Shin and the Kaioshin

brooded over the universe.

They were gifted with

great power by Amoon, the fallen one,

but with this power, the gods,

were not corrupted like their creator was.

They were empty of temptation, desire, arrogance,

and became a great disappointment

to their deathless maker.

They were long-lived beings,

with high-blood and sharp wits;

the perfect vessels for their lord,

if only they were as ravenous as he.

Enthralled to knowledge and enlightenment

the race became, and they shared

their profundity with their subjects.

The gods lived in Other World, though

they often descended into the fourth plane

to meet with the species therein.

Like the Daman before them, the Kais - as they are known -

were curious about the others species created

by Iantos, life-breather, and his son,

Amoon.

Then came Bibidi, cunning magician,

manipulator of chaos. He desired

everything for his own - and he would destroy

those who opposed him.

Bibidi met the Shin emissaries,

watching their every move with the

caution only the guilt of thought can instill.

With a hand on the shoulder

of his young son,

Bibidi spoke with hot words of bitter jealousy,

"Look at them, my son, and remember

their faces. One day, their skulls

will adorn my palace."

And Bibidi worshiped Heisis

for the chaos she would

bring him, and Sethys

for the death she promised

- and, in turn, her son.

Then Amoon came to Bibidi

in the night,

for he saw the being

was filled with volatility and potential.

So Amoon taught him the means of creation

and perverted his thoughts.

And Bibidi, reckoner, became wiser,

more cunning, more willing

to attack the vulnerability of his mortal gods.

From the magician came the Majins,

demon people, in mockery of the Keishin.

And of these, chief was Buu, the unstoppable force.

So Bibidi, usurper, took his loyal beast,

ravaging the universe with a

flick of his finger.

He became emboldened by his endless

success and traveled to Other World

to rip the mantle from the

grasp of the weak, the deluded.

The Kais were not ready, for they

had just banished their Grand Supreme Kai

- who was Lauto, disgraced wanderer,

and whose story is not to be told here -

and were preoccupied and troubled

with choosing his successor.

And those who think of trouble

are bound to receive it.

Bibidi came upon the Kaioshins

with Majin Buu

and destroyed their leadership

save two.

And he massacred the

peaceful lesser Shin,

setting fires to their

birth trees and eradicating

their communities like

one would wipe out

and infestation of vermin.

Then came the last two

of the High-gods;

the newly appointed Grand Supreme Kai

and Eastern Supreme Kai.

And they defended their kind

with noble intentions and valor.

For they fought not just for themselves

and their kind, but for every

living being in the universe.

But Majin Buu, with his fingers

still covered with the blood of gods,

staved them off, absorbing the lord of the

gods and wounding his companion.

And thence did the godslayer

and the magician take dominion

of the universe.

They left the Sacred World of the Kais

decimated. Most of their trees

were burned, and all of their

Kaioshins were gone.

All save one.

The Eastern Supreme Kai,

last of his kind,

tracked Bibidi to Earth,

where he was to

release Buu next,

and intervened.

Their struggle was

great, the stakes high.

Indeed, not since the

duel of Anaku and Weyvn

was there such a bloody struggle.

The heavens shook,

the universe reverberated,

and the planet Earth itself shuddered

from their incalculable energy.

Bibidi had sealed away Buu,

and could not call to his pet

in his time of need.

Even with his magic, he could

not stop the vengeful Kai,

who rained blows upon him.

Bibidi's face was pummeled and bloodied,

his flesh ripped from him.

But Bibidi resisted,

impaling the Kai in the stomach.

Then the Kai ripped off the magician's arms, removing

the green menace's only defense.

The Kai blasted him

into nothingness with

winds of fury,

and took possession of the monster, Buu.

He buried the great demon

deep in the Earth,

so he would forever

remain secret and hidden

from the minds of those

who are desirous of power.

And this act - this last defiant act

from the mortal gods

angered Amoon. Even as

he watched Babidi grow

like his father, a vessel

of hate and deceit,

he knew only he,

a true god, an immortal being,

could rule the universe.

So Amoon, creator and destroyer,

decided on that day

he would no longer

swim in the smoke

of the bridges he had burned.

He would take the universe for

himself. And Heisis was pleased.

So it is foretold;

Amoon, born of chaos and death,

will come to consume the universe,

his rule and power unheralded,

his force and will unmatched,

his reach and corruption inescapable.

There will be nothing in the end,

when his plans come to fruition,

when he destiny is fulfilled.

So it is foretold.

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