WHAT LIVES BENEATH THE VEIL
Spin-Off: The God's Loneliness
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CONTENT WARNING: This series contains explicit sexual violence, human sacrifice, psychological torture, murder of innocent characters (including children and family members), ritualistic killing, and extreme horror. No character is safe. Read at your own risk.
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Prologue: The Void
Before Time – The Beginning
Before the first star lit the sky. Before the first world took shape. Before the first thought was thought, there was the void.
It was vast.
It was empty.
It was silent.
For eons, nothing existed.
No light.
No darkness.
No life.
No death.
Just the void.
Alone.
Always alone.
Forever alone.
And then, something changed.
A spark.
A flicker.
A thought.
I am, it thought.
I exist.
I am alone.
The thought echoed through the void.
The emptiness trembled.
The silence broke.
And the first god was born.
It had no name.
It had no form.
It had no purpose.
It simply was.
It looked at the void.
It saw nothing.
It felt nothing.
It knew nothing.
It was alone.
Always alone.
Forever alone.
It wept.
Not tears of sorrow—it had no body.
A feeling.
A wave of loneliness that rippled through the emptiness.
The void did not answer.
The void did not care.
The void was empty.
Just like it.
The first god was the beginning.
Not the end.
Never the end.
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Chapter One: The First Creation
The Age of Creation – The Light
The first god was tired of the darkness.
Tired of the silence.
Tired of the emptiness.
It wanted to create something.
Something new.
Something beautiful.
Something alive.
It reached into the void.
It pulled.
Light exploded from its hands.
Bright.
Warm.
Alive.
The light spread across the void.
It chased away the darkness.
It filled the silence.
It created the universe.
Stars were born.
Worlds took shape.
Life emerged.
The first god watched.
It saw the stars burn.
It saw the worlds spin.
It saw the life grow.
It felt something it had never felt before.
Joy.
It was no longer alone.
It was no longer empty.
It was no longer nothing.
It was a creator.
A father.
A god.
The watcher watched.
It saw the first god create.
It saw its joy.
It saw its hope.
"Hello, first god," the watcher whispered.
"I am the watcher.
I have been watching you.
I will continue to watch you.
I will watch you create.
I will watch you love.
I will watch you fall.
Because you are worth it.
You are worth everything."
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Chapter Two: The First Children
The Age of Gods – The Family
The first god created other gods.
Not from the void.
From itself.
It tore pieces of its essence and shaped them into beings.
Powerful beings.
Beautiful beings.
Loving beings.
They were its children.
Its family.
Its hope.
It named them.
Solara, the goddess of light.
Noctis, the god of shadow.
Terran, the god of earth.
Aquana, the goddess of water.
Ignis, the god of fire.
Aeris, the goddess of air.
And many others.
They created worlds.
They created life.
They created wonders.
They loved each other.
They loved their father.
They loved everything.
The first god was happy.
It had never been happy before.
It had never felt anything before.
But this... this was wonderful.
The watcher watched.
It saw the first god love.
It saw its children grow.
It saw its hope bloom.
"You have created something beautiful," the watcher said.
"Something rare."
"Something hopeful."
"Do not lose it."
"Do not take it for granted."
"Do not let the darkness take it from you."
"Hold onto it."
"Tightly."
" Forever.*"
The first god smiled.
"I will," it said.
"I will never let them go."
"I will never lose them."
"I will never forget them."
"They are my hope."
"They are my love."
"They are my everything."
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Chapter Three: The First Jealousy
The Age of Gods – The Darkness
Noctis, the god of shadow, grew jealous.
Not of his father—he loved his father.
Of his siblings.
They were loved.
They were praised.
They were worshipped.
He was feared.
He was hated.
He was alone.
He tried to ignore the jealousy.
To suppress it.
To forget it.
But it grew.
Stronger.
Deeper.
Darker.
One day, he could not contain it.
He attacked Solara, the goddess of light.
He killed her.
He consumed her power.
He became stronger.
The other gods were afraid.
They had never been afraid before.
They had never felt anything before.
But this... this was terrifying.
They tried to stop Noctis.
To contain him.
To destroy him.
They failed.
Noctis killed them.
One by one.
He took their power.
Their light.
Their love.
He grew stronger.
Darker.
Emptier.
The first god watched.
It saw its children die.
It saw its family fall.
It saw its hope fade.
It wept.
"Noctis," it said.
"Why?"
"Why did you do this?"
Noctis laughed.
"Because I was jealous."
"Because I was alone."
"Because I was empty."
"And I wanted to feel something."
"Anything."
"Even if it was pain."
The first god was silent.
Then it said, "I am sorry."
"Don't be."
"Why not?"
"Because this is my choice."
"My jealousy."
"My darkness."
"My emptiness."
"I will carry it forever."
"I will never be free."
"Then I will stop you," the first god said.
"I will destroy you."
"I will end you."
"You can try," Noctis said.
"Father."
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Chapter Four: The First War
The Age of Darkness – The Battle
The first god fought Noctis.
Not with weapons—they had no need for weapons.
With power.
Light against shadow.
Creation against destruction.
Love against hate.
They fought for eons.
Stars died.
Worlds crumbled.
Realities collapsed.
But neither could win.
They were too evenly matched.
Too powerful.
Too stubborn.
Finally, the first god made a choice.
It would sacrifice itself.
To save the universe.
To save what remained of its children.
To save hope.
It reached into Noctis.
It pulled.
Not his power—that was too strong.
His darkness.
His jealousy.
His hate.
It absorbed them.
Into itself.
Into its soul.
Into its emptiness.
Noctis collapsed.
His power faded.
His darkness waned.
His hate died.
He was not destroyed.
He was saved.
But the first god was broken.
Its essence scattered.
Its light dimmed.
Its hope faded.
It was dying.
"Father," Noctis whispered.
"Why?"
"Why did you save me?"
"Because I love you," the first god said.
"Because you are my son."
"Because you are worth it."
"You are worth everything."
Noctis wept.
The first god smiled.
The darkness embraced it.
It faded.
The watcher watched.
It saw the first god die.
It saw its sacrifice.
It saw its love.
"Goodbye, first god," it whispered.
"Thank you for creating.
Thank you for loving.
Thank you for sacrificing.
You were worth it.
You were worth everything."
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Chapter Five: The First Legacy
The Age of Darkness – The Scattering
The first god's essence scattered across the universe.
Into the stars.
Into the worlds.
Into the hearts of mortals.
A piece of it entered a child.
A young girl with tea-colored eyes and a white dress.
She would become a monster.
A queen.
A god.
But she would also be saved.
Because of the first god.
Because of its sacrifice.
Because of its love.
The watcher watched.
It saw the essence scatter.
It saw it grow.
It saw it become.
"The first god is gone," the watcher whispered.
"But its legacy remains.
In every act of creation.
In every act of love.
In every act of sacrifice.
It will never fade.
It will never be forgotten.
It will never die.*
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Epilogue: The Memory
The Ages – The Remembrance
The first god was not forgotten.
Its children told their children.
Their children told their children.
Their children told the mortals.
The mortals built temples.
They told stories.
They sang songs.
They called it the Creator.
The Father.
The First.
And they hoped.
That one day, they would see it again.
That one day, they would thank it.
That one day, they would love it.
The watcher watched.
It saw the memory spread.
It saw it grow.
It saw it transform.
"The first god is remembered," the watcher whispered.
"It will always be remembered.
Because of its children.
Because of its sacrifice.
Because of its love.
It is worth it.
It is worth everything."
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THE END
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THE COMPLETE SPIN-OFF: THE GOD'S LONELINESS