In the beginning, there was no world, no life, no existence, simply the cosmos, the void at a standstill, and three lovely goddesses who called themselves ruler of that ink black abyss. Millennia passed with only the other for company, but sisters could grow tiresome of each other very quickly. Galdione and Ymis got along well, but Hadia often found herself bored of their talks, sitting in her own section of the voice and counting the stars that flickered into existence, reaching out to touch one and watching as it died out.
“What is the point of our existence, my sisters?” she asked one day, a day like any other, her full red hair falling over her shoulders and down her back, so long and flying around her as if defying gravity, which did not yet exist in fact. The dark red faded as it went out, turning darker until it was entirely black and blended into the cosmos around her. The black dress she wore was long and si