— ORIGINFALL
Part I — The Moment the Heavens Forgot Themselves
The explosion of black light didn't roar.
It devoured.
Sound died first.
Then color.
Then meaning.
The cavern that once held Vaen and the sealed child fractured into a billion crystalline shards of broken existence — each piece floating, spinning, and dissolving into nothing.
At the center of this collapsing space stood two silhouettes merging into one.
Not fusing.
Not blending.
Merging.
Like two rivers that had always been one but had forgotten their own source.
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THE GODS BREAK
Far above, in Sol Aetherion, the gods screamed.
Aether himself — the so-called First God — staggered as blood dripped from his ears.
His halo cracked in half.
The divine script carved into his bones began to erase itself.
He clutched his chest, gasping.
"Impossible… impossible… he's merging with HIMSELF—"
Lightning struck across the divine plane, forming a vortex of spiraling runes.
One of the younger gods collapsed, his spirit unraveling.
"Lord Aether, what is happening?! The Divine Core— it's— it's—"
Aether's voice was a whisper of pure dread:
"Originfall."
Every god in the chamber froze.
Because that word had been forbidden.
Not by law.
Not by culture.
But by instinct.
It was a word written only once — in the earliest age, before time stabilized. A prophecy buried under the first layer of creation.
A prophecy that stated:
> "When the First merges with the Forgotten,
the heavens shall remember their birth —
and fall to it."
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BACK IN THE COLLAPSING REALM
The boy — or rather, the origin-self Vaen once sealed — lifted his face as the black light wrapped around him.
His features blurred.
His presence deepened.
His shadow elongated, stretching into the farthest corners of the dissolving reality.
"You can't control me," he whispered, voice split — part child, part ancient.
"You once feared what I was."
Vaen's voice overlapped with his — calm, cold, absolute.
"I no longer fear anything."
Their bodies touched — not physically, but existentially.
The serpent coiled nearby, trembling, unable to speak, unable to breathe.
Its eyes were wide, glazed, unable to comprehend the convergence unfolding before it.
Reality twisted again — showing flashes:
• Vaen's life as a mortal child
• his rebirth as a force
• the void before existence
• a throne made of silence
• Aether kneeling
• the First Origin collapsing into two pieces — one sealed, one walking freely
• the betrayal
• the rewriting of history
The merging accelerated.
The boy's outline shifted — shrinking, expanding, blurring — as if existence itself struggled to decide the shape of the oldest truth.
"Why now?" the boy asked, voice trembling in the black storm.
Vaen answered without hesitation:
"Because you are not my opposite."
The boy blinked.
"Then what am I?"
Vaen stepped closer, the merging now swallowing their shadows.
"My continuation."
The boy trembled.
Not in fear — but in realization.
"…You're not absorbing me."
Vaen's expression remained unreadable — terrifyingly calm.
"I'm finishing what was interrupted."
The boy's eyes widened as the black light bore through him.
"You're restoring the original existence…"
Vaen reached for him.
Their hands touched.
And the universe tore.
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THE UNMAKING WAVE
A shockwave burst from their merging form — a pulse of ancient power that had no color, no name, no concept.
It spread outward like a widening ring:
First through the cavern.
Then through the World Seed.
Then through the layers of realms.
Every dimension it touched bent backward, screaming, as though forced to remember something horrifying:
its birth.
In the Mortal Realm, mountains split.
Rivers reversed.
Time staggered.
In the Spirit Realm, gates shattered.
Souls froze mid-breath.
Specters howled as forgotten memories resurfaced.
In the Divine Realm, countless gods crumpled to their knees.
Aether tried to stand but couldn't.
His legs gave way.
His divine core dimmed.
His voice cracked.
"STOP! YOU MUST STOP— HE WILL REMEMBER— HE WILL REMEMBER—"
But it was too late.
The unmaking wave had already reached the last barrier.
The final seal.
The final lie the gods had built.
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THE GODS' LAST LIE BREAKS
An ancient sphere of blinding gold — suspended in the divine plane — cracked with a thunderous silence.
The gods screamed in unison.
Aether's voice broke into a ragged whisper:
"…The Origin Seal… it's breaking…"
The entire divine palace trembled.
Columns collapsed.
Constellations shattered.
The skies dimmed.
The First Law — the oldest commandment of the gods — appeared between them as glowing script.
Only three words:
DO NOT REMEMBER.
The script split in half.
The heavens panicked.
Because remembering would mean one thing:
Their crimes would return.
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BACK TO VAEN
The merging concluded.
The boy no longer existed.
And Vaen…
…was no longer "Vaen."
His presence shifted — deeper, older, infinitely colder.
He opened his eyes.
The serpent collapsed flat against the floor, unable to move, unable to even look into those eyes.
Because Vaen's eyes no longer held emotion.
They held origin.
He breathed once.
The cavern — the fractured space — the entire layer of reality —
collapsed into a single point.
Vaen lowered his hand.
The point expanded into a new space — a dark, quiet plane with floating shards of light orbiting around him.
He stood upright, silent.
Perfectly calm.
The merging was complete.
And the world felt it.
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THE FIRST WORD OF THE RESTORED ORIGIN
Vaen looked toward the sky — not above, but outward, toward the divine planes.
He raised one hand and spoke a single word.
Not in divine tongue.
Not in mortal language.
But in the forgotten language of creation.
"Return."
The heavens shattered.
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