Venn's Creation

As a demon hunter, I had but one passion: to fight against the forces of evil. I craved retribution for the loss of friends, family members, and homes. Yet what I should mourn for is my own shattered humanity.

You see, nothing is ever destroyed, but things can be converted. That which is consumed or decayed becomes energy, not oblivion. My drive to kill was fueled by loss, and my ability to kill would not be possible if I went too long without nourishment...

But let me get to the point. Destruction isn't possible, but in way, creation is. We can direct out energy to specific tasks, converting it into our own desired outcome. I employed all the energy I could to kill every last demon, and I succeeded.

Unfortunately, that is only the beginning of my story, and I haven't yet shared all the important details. How or why was my humanity shattered? Predictably, I must say, my lust for revenge took me to places no human being should ever go, and I paid the price for the power I needed to win.

I can no longer conjure up my past emotions or old memories. Apathy is my only claim to feeling. Pleasure is nonexistent. My power has, ironically, but again predictably, made my life boring.

Souls are essentially impossible to lose while remaining alive, so the one I gave up was converted to near-infinite, self-sustaining energy. I became a god, so to speak. I easily struck down every demon with a single word from my lips. I could govern and protect the world from harm with my newfound power.

Yet my story remains predictable. I stopped caring about humans, once I realized their own... demonic potential. I sat back and let them destroy themselves. And once the world finally came to an end, I did nothing. I didn't care to create a new one immediately. I was uninspired.

Instead, I retreated within myself, holding an inner debate on what my next course of action should be. Should I do something which my old instincts tell me is evil? Or should I design a utopia? Neither, it seemed.

The right course of action is the middle course, I began to see. If the world I create is, in essence, infinite, and ever-expanding and changing, then a near infinite amount of beings could exist without much of my interference. I could focus on one small area, maybe a single nation, and do whatever I want with it until I feel as if I should move on. Chaos and order.

Although I have the power to create infinitely, I didn't care enough to put forth infinite creativity. The world will have to be generated by procedure, and be based on concepts I'm already familiar with. And the name need not be special- Infinite World gets the point across perfectly well.

Yet my concept of infinity applied to chaos and order contains a significant amount of overlap. It's not a figure eight, but instead two interlocked circles, with the overlapped space being the middle, ideal path. But there I go again, musing about philosophy because its one of the few things that entertain me anymore.

Continuing on, my universe was made rather quickly since I didn't bother to handcraft it. As I said, I charted the middle path by having the world generate by following my rules, applying order to the chaos. The result was both strange, beautiful, and not entirely mine. I like that.

I saw life take shape, and I wondered what it would be like to place my own, one hundred percent original creations somewhere in the Infinite World. A chosen people, so to speak. But that would have to wait for quite some time.

An onlooker might call my universe inspired by fairy tales. There's elves, one of the dominant lifeforms along with dwarves, angels, merfolk, and boring old humans. There's dark creatures like goblins and trolls and demons, because I love to see demons die. I didn't know any of them by name, because I didn't really try, but I did silently help develop civilizations in a few central areas.

The first part of my story ends here, and I honestly wish that was the end of it altogether. But sadly, a human with infinite power is still human...