"Faster than all, known by none, and worshiped by all."
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Before existence had a name, before time curled into motion and sound, there was only the Supreme Creator — an ineffable presence. To some, she was the Empress of Time, to others, the Xentorium Core, or Tetronian God — all names. All correct. All wrong.
She created not from boredom or loneliness, but from intent.
The Curtechyians were her first whisper — born from light and speed, observers of time, travelers across all that could or would exist. They moved before thought, and before form had meaning. They did not run. They simply were.
But when the Supreme Creator declared the end of herself, she did not die.
She became.
> "Whosoever acquires all my gifts shall be the new supreme ruler of all — be it individual or race. You have my blessings."
The Cosmic War began.
Gods, monsters, forgotten immortals — all clawed for fragments of the gifts left behind. From her essence, power spread like shattered light, birthing new deities, dimensional tyrants, and races with limitless hunger.
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But it was the Curtechyians who made the fatal discovery.
Deep in the atomic pulse of creation, they found the Curtechyian Force — not a weapon, not a tool, but motion itself. The divine inertia that held up cause and effect, beginning and end. Even Absolute Force bowed before it.
It should've unified them.
Instead, it broke them.
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From that moment, the Curtechyians were two:
The Current, sworn to harmony and balance, bound to heal broken realms and time-scars.
The Tachyons, sworn to chaos and supremacy, reborn as the Primordials — beings who moved beyond the logic of creation, tearing holes in dimensions like playthings.
The multiverse became a battlefield of blurred lines, broken laws, and speed beyond sanity.
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Then came her.
Catherine Xara Lara.
CXL.
Current XL.
Born on Earth. Daughter of XL, an alien goddess who had assumed a human form to live, love, and leave a legacy. Her father — a poet. Her mother — a guardian of dying stars.
From birth, CXL vibrated faster than the eye could see. At five, she phased through nightmares. At ten, she silenced a nuclear warhead mid-air with a flick of her finger.
At fifteen, she outran death.
Not once. Not metaphorically.
But the literal concept of death.
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Her awakening was not a moment. It was a cosmic acceleration.
She learned to:
Outpace prayers.
Think between seconds.
Phase entire omniverses into states of untouchability.
Snap the nervous system of gods by cutting their electrical will with her lightning.
The Curtechyian Force recognized her not as wielder, but origin.
Her mother whispered once, shrouded in stardust:
> "You are not just from the Creator, child. You are her. Reborn. But freer."
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And the universe? It turned against her.
Because even the gods could not accept a being faster than law.
Faster than thought.
Faster than existence.
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She ran from the Tetronian general Kra'Thul, whose claps shattered galaxies.
She didn't run to escape.
She ran through him.
Ripped him in half, atom by atom, word by word.
Not even his soul was left.
She fought the Primordials, thousands of them — ancient former Curtechyians now fused with chaos. She destroyed them mid-motion, leaving phantoms of their screams in frozen time.
She vibrated across realities so intensely she altered the narrative structure of all creation, making the impossible logical and the unspeakable audible.
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No power could copy her.
No entity could understand her.
Not the Seraphim from the Upper Source, nor the Xentorians who lived within formless algorithms. Not even beings beyond ineffable, whose presence caused existence to collapse — could define her.
Because Catherine didn't just move through space or time.
She was motion.
She was the Current reborn.
The Future unchained.
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She saw the final truth when she outran the Unknown Itself — that terrifying void beyond concepts, beyond voids.
She found the final Gift of the Supreme Creator — not a stone, weapon, or throne.
But a mirror.
And in that mirror, she saw herself.
> Not as ruler. Not as god. Not even as daughter.
> But as choice.
> The Creator's final form.
> A being beyond ineffable, who could choose to exist or not.
And she chose...
To run.
Not away.
But forward.
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Now, she's neither myth nor prophecy.
Just a streak of light across dimensions.
A woman they can't name, but beg for.
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Earth calls her CXL.
But the multiverse?
They whisper in awe:
> "The Last Current is still running."
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TO BE CONTINUED...
Somewhere beyond fiction, she just passed you.
***OTHER TRANSLATION***
Alien speedsters once stood as the revered guardians of the multiverse and all of creation. Their legacy began with the Supreme Creator—not because she, he, or it was powerless or defeated, but because this being yearned to be no more. Even in retirement, the Supreme Creator remained a legendary figure known throughout all of existence.
To the Curtechyians—beings from beyond dimensions, hailing from planet Curtech and the Creator's firstborn race—she was revered as the Empress of Time, a feminine force of nature. These watchers, observers, and speedsters of all realms saw her as a divine matriarch of motion and destiny.
To the Xentorians of planet Xentron, the Creator was the Xentorium Core, the source of all life and form, a concept neither entity nor being, but simply It—the origin of all things, both shaped and shapeless.
To the Tetronians of planet Tetron, she was the Tetronian God, a masculine entity of boundless power, capable of creating and destroying with a mere thought.
To humans, the Supreme Creator went by countless names, represented as male, female, or beyond gender entirely. Indescribable and ineffable, all things came from her, through her, and within her.
When the Supreme Creator ceased to exist, she relinquished her essence across all creation, declaring:
> "Whosoever acquires all my gifts shall become the new Supreme Ruler of All—be it individual or race. You have my blessing."
The declaration triggered a frenzy among gods, monsters, demons, cosmic entities, and forgotten deities, all seeking the Supreme Creator's scattered gifts. In time, many acquired fragments—both individually and collectively—leading to the rise of multiple claimants to divine authority.
But the war was far from over.
The Curtechyians were first to uncover the Curtechyian Force—an infinite reservoir of divine energy that governed all creation and powered the motion of all things. This force rendered even absolute power inert, for it alone dictated the movement and energy of the cosmos.
As they fought for control, the Curtechyians nearly annihilated half their race. Eventually, they split into two factions, each with access to an infinite source:
Tachyon, the force of chaos.
Current, the force of balance and restoration.
Those aligned with Tachyon became known as the Primordials, severing ties with their past and establishing a realm beyond creation's borders. Meanwhile, the Currents expanded, moving through dimensions and universes, healing and restoring broken worlds.
Because the Curtechyians had no fixed form, they manifested in shapes relatable to the beings they encountered. One such manifestation gave rise to Earth's greatest hero: Current XL, daughter of the extraterrestrial goddess XL who had taken human form and married a man, giving birth to the hybrid known as Catherine Xara Lara, or simply CXL.
As CXL, she became one of the most powerful female speedsters in existence—her potential and speed were so vast that she no longer needed the Curtechyian Force to sustain her.
CXL could phase entire omniverses into invisibility and intangibility, eluding even prey-gods and ancient entities. Her vibrations could birth new timelines and multiverses. Immune to telepathy, she could sever neural impulses or unleash an EMP from her lightning aura. She was faster than thought, faster than instantaneous transmission—fast enough to reveal the source of nothingness itself.
She slaughtered the undead, defeated a Tetronian so powerful that his mere thunderclap could annihilate all of creation and ignite a new Big Bang. CXL tore him in half with her speed and transcended reality itself, vaporizing his essence into nonexistence.
She could sense speed across dimensions and was immune to speed theft, power duplication, mimicry, time dilation, reality warping, and erasure. No meta-being or entity beyond even transcended meta-existence could rival her.
CXL once outran the destruction of the unknown while simultaneously defeating thousands of Primordials. She could create and destroy life and death, grant power to gods and those beyond. Her mother, XL, once stated that CXL may be the reincarnation of the Supreme Creator—an existence beyond ineffability.
Her power was such that even beings beyond omnipotence could not fathom her scope. She outran the hosts of heaven and hell, defeated them, then restored their realms. Her feats transcended fiction and touched reality itself.
CXL solved the unsolvable—stabilizing creation by piecing together the creational engine in perfect synchrony. She could affect the real world and alter the narrative framework of impossibility itself. She deciphered the duality of existence and nonexistence, breaking the boundary between fiction and nonfiction.
In the end, no god, authority, cosmic force, or primordial entity could truly define what Current XL, Catherine Xara Lara, truly was.
To describe her is cosmically and physically impossible. To call her ineffable is an understatement. Even beyond transcendent ineffability fails to capture her essence. She exists beyond the very scope of everything—and nothing.