When the primal, chaotic power of the universe coalesced into the consciousness called God, the universe changed. As the newborn deity looked at the cosmos, it made perfect chaotic sense. Nothing remained the same, constantly changing, oscillating, and reforming. The only law was chaos.
As God watched, a realization was made. Everything was patternless. Without pattern, there was no structure. And God knew that, while chaos is constant change, without the stability of law, there could be no growth, no achievement, no life. Chaos was stagnation. And as God realized this, the universe began to change. At first, it was in God's eyes only. The visions of a grand divine architect. God, an extension of the universe, began to lay out patterns. As soon as he identified a pattern, it became so. Energies became uniform, some creating great infernos in space, others encased in Æther, forming the particulate universe. The cosmos was no longer a fluid, formless place. It had been replaced with a machine of the grandest design, numberless components working in perfect unison to perpetuate and expand Creation.
The machinations were seamless. It was perfect. God watched and rested, content with what had been wrought. Marvel after marvel presented itself. Stars gathered to form galaxies of innumerable size. Formless particulate gathered around stars, gradually collecting into solid masses of molten matter. God smiled, and a great surge of joy filled the universe. God had invested much in Creation. And like a single cell that divides to create another, God's investment grew. On these now-cooled masses of earth and stone, a new kind of matter emerged. Individual systems, as perfect and seamless as those in Creation, but not created by God. Life had emerged.
God wondered at this. God wondered, and watched, and waited. Life grew. It grew in all corners of the universe. As it grew, God became more and more aware of what made it unique. Plants, living extensions of the planets, pushed out of the ground. Beasts of the sea, sky and land emerged. The universe had grown into something entirely different. It was living and growing. Life had not stopped expanding. It would not stop. And God finally saw what made Life unique. Intelligent beings emerged. These creatures did not succumb to their environment. They changed it to fit their purposes. They created. God saw with clarity; intelligence was a mirror image of that primordial consciousness.
God fashioned from the primal elements angels, ones who could observe and govern the cosmos on a smaller, more specific scale. The angels awoke in the presence of God, instantly aware of their divine tasks. Those that remained among the primal forces were nameless; the angels that oversaw the intelligent beings chose names from the languages of their charges. The angels governed as they were instructed. Their edicts often fell on deaf ears. Some of the angels grew bitter. They were created to help these creatures, and had given everything they could offer. Still they fought with one another, killed, stole, and deceived. Many felt their work was pointless. God assured them that it was not, showing all the people that remained loyal, making them hear the praises offered day after day. They would not listen. After much contradiction and argument, they were cast out as traitors.
The outcasts were now free to do as they pleased. They turned to more personal pursuits, causing mischief within the ranks of their former subjects. Things as small as strife between a father and son, to things as great as a war of kingdoms. But intelligence is a curious creature. It is persistent and determined. If it sees differently, it will not be swayed by the divine word, will defeat any attempt to hold it back. Eventually, technology and civilization became focus. Religion descended to superstition. God grew silent, watching, and waiting. It seemed the universe had grown its own intelligence. This new intelligence could govern itself; it had no need for idols and auguries. Those who did still follow the Divine Laws, they were few. There were many more who chose to capture the minds and wealth of those who wished to follow. There was no more dependence on High. The question for one such as God became, 'What will happen to me?' The angels, the benevolent and their malevolent siblings, lost their influence. The good among them changed, manifesting in prime material form, retaining their immortality, but forever sacrificing their divine power to do what they could from within civilization. The mischievous did not follow suit. Corruption is opportunistic and greedy, and will not sacrifice power if it doesn't have to. The degenerates retained their positions, creating avatars of all kinds, sweet and brutish, beautiful and deformed, big and small, to wreak the havoc they seek.
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Well, someone 
had this idea where we all contribute to a story that she started and didn't finish (becasue she can't remember where it was going). This [link] is the beginning. I was second, and here it is. It could probably be better, but here it is. And it is not a cop out. Not, really, anyway. The question of what was chasing her (still don't know who she is) was bugging me. I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations. And, thank you, Brooke, for getting me writing again. 
P.S. I made God androgynous.
Update: part three is finished, peeps. Read it here: [link]
had this idea where we all contribute to a story that she started and didn't finish (becasue she can't remember where it was going). This [link] is the beginning. I was second, and here it is. It could probably be better, but here it is. And it is not a cop out. Not, really, anyway. The question of what was chasing her (still don't know who she is) was bugging me. I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations. And, thank you, Brooke, for getting me writing again. P.S. I made God androgynous.
Update: part three is finished, peeps. Read it here: [link]
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It's here.
Course, my comment might suffice... *laughs weakly*
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and as much as it pains me to be the obnoxious nitpickin asshole here, toward the end i think the 'reek' should be 'wreak'
I'll change that right now. Spelling and grammar bother me too. I actually threw the end of this together about 5 hours before I said it would be finished. I had a month and a half.
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