## Chapter 1: The Void and Its Children
The universe didn't begin with a Big Bang, nor with a divine whisper. It began with Kick, a primordial being who existed alone in the Absolute Void for 500 centuries. Too long to count, too long to feel. The Void was a place of total darkness, where not even the idea of light or sound existed. It was just... nothing. And Kick, the Creator, was part of that nothingness.
But one day—if "day" can be called anything in a sunless place—Kick felt a profound fatigue. It wasn't physical fatigue; it was the exhaustion of being everything and nothing at the same time. He raised a hand (if hands can exist in a body made of pure energy and will) and created. It wasn't a gentle act. It was a silent scream against the empty eternity.
From his palm, a galaxy sprouted: stars shattered like black diamonds, rocky and icy planets, nebulas red as congealed blood. But something was missing. Something to observe this creation, something to make sense of its immensity. Kick didn't want humans, nor elves, nor dragons. He wanted... reflection. So, he created three angels.
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### The Three Angels
1. Hugel, the Angel of Light:
Made of golden threads that shone like the brightest sun, Hugel was pure goodness and order. His wings were windows to celestial dimensions, and his gaze was so clear he could see into the heart of a planet. He loved Kick's creation, tending the worlds like a diligent gardener. But there was something about him that seemed... empty. As if the light were just a mask for a greater loneliness.
2. Michael, the Rebel Angel:
Kick's favorite, Michael was fire and chaos. His wings were black as the starless night, and his face was a map of silver scars, marks of battles that never happened. He detested Hugel's order; he found the galaxy too... perfect. Michael dreamed of breaking the rules, of doing something great, something that would leave its mark on the cosmos. He was the voice of dissent in a world of silence.
3. **Huguel, the Angel of Darkness (Outside, Light Within)**:
This was the most enigmatic. When Kick created him, he knew this angel would be different. Huguel wore a **black leather eyepatch** on his head, covering one eye that shone like a dead star. His outfit was all black: a torn shirt with a **white skull** sewn on the chest, baggy pants that hid black boots, and **white sneakers** that contrasted with the darkness around him. His gaze was empty, as if he had seen things no other angel could bear.
But inside? Huguel was a labyrinth of paradoxes. He loved Kick's creation, but saw cruelty in it. He understood the Void like no one else, and so his soul was a black hole that swallowed light and returned shadows. He was the keeper of the universe's most terrible secret: that creation was a mistake, and that the Void should never have been abandoned.
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### The First Fracture
The three angels watched the galaxy from a floating obsidian summit. Hugel sang celestial hymns that made the stars tremble. Michael tore pieces off a neighboring planet, throwing them into space like toys. Huguel, however, remained silent, staring at the Void beyond the galaxy.
"Why did you create us, Kick?" Michael asked, without turning his head.
The Creator didn't answer. He was far away, observing his work like a painter observes a canvas. But Huguel knew the answer. He whispered to himself:
"Because loneliness is a poison that kills even the gods."
And thus, the first conflict was born. Hugel wanted to protect creation. Michael wanted to destroy it. Huguel wanted to return to the Void. And Kick... Kick watched, and in his heart, a fear grew. A fear that his children were more than creatures, more than reflections. A fear that they were... real.
And deep in the Void, where not even light reached, something awoke. Something that saw the galaxy and the angels, and hissed:
"They are... perfect."