Birth | The DxD and Type-Moon World?

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(Pov. El Elyon Yahsar)

Together with Yahweh, we decided to create a base of operations, so to speak, a new world. Heaven, with layers for each of us and our son, as well as for Yahweh's future creations.

As the cosmos breathed in anticipation, I felt the moment approaching. The power emanating from the Supreme Divinity had reached its peak, and the stars themselves seemed to pulse in sync with its divine energy.

"It is time," I whispered, my voice reverberating through the galaxies.

The birth was a spectacle of light and power that made stars look like fireflies. Two divine children emerged from pure essence—Helel and Michael, twins born from the union of the Primordial Creator and the Supreme Divinity.

Helel, with his silver-white hair and deep blue eyes like the cosmos itself, was the perfect reflection of his mother. His aura radiated serene and mysterious light, like moonlight on a calm ocean.

Michael, on the other hand, inherited my essence. His countenance carried the strength of primordial creation, his eyes shining with the power of the Big Bang itself. It was like looking into a mirror reflecting my own divine nature.

"They are perfect," Yahweh murmured, his melodious voice echoing through the void as he held the small divine beings.

I watched as the twins grew, each developing unique traits. Helel displayed an insatiable curiosity about the universe, always questioning, always seeking to understand the complexities of creation. Michael, by contrast, exhibited unwavering determination and a sense of purpose that rivaled my own.

Years passed like seconds for beings such as us. Each developed their own domains of power, their spheres of influence. Helel excelled in magic, while Michael grew stronger with swordsmanship and physical prowess.

It wasn't long before the Supreme Divinity began conceiving new brothers and sisters for the Firstborns. Unlike the first two, who emerged through birth, all others were molded by creation.

I vividly recall approaching her silently, her thoughts immersed in a grand design. I enveloped her gently in my arms, letting our closeness speak louder than words.

"Don't tell me you are considering giving a fraction of your essence to bestow it upon your creations, those who will become your children," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her waist firmly yet tenderly.

"Yes," Yesh replied, a charming smile lighting up her face. "I intend to make them as powerful as possible." Despite the serenity in her voice, the idea was something I could not accept. I knew that sharing part of her essence would weaken her irreversibly.

"That's unwise," I countered, concern contained in my tone. "I am convinced it would have disastrous long-term consequences. Creating thousands of angels this way could be your undoing. Instead, allow me to offer you something more appropriate: the Phoenix Shroud. This gift will grant you not only immortality but also the ability to regenerate. Our children already carry the embers of the Phoenix in their essence. With this additional power, you will acquire cosmic and creative capabilities. Thus, you can bring new angels into existence without the cost of weakening yourself. All that will be needed is to channel the energy, allowing it to regenerate over time, perfectly aligning with your purpose."

As I explained, she nestled deeper into my arms, allowing the warmth of our union to transcend words. A reddish glow enveloped us, and suddenly, the majestic figure of a flaming Phoenix manifested around us. Despite its intensity, the fire consumed nothing. It was a flame of pure creation, not destruction.

With this renewed power, Yesh persisted in her idea of creating angels, now without the risk of sacrificing her own essence.

(Later, observing the Creation of the Multiverse)

(Note: It's worth mentioning that this is the Phoenix from the Marvel universe, which attained absolute power over the Marvel Omniverse after its end.)

Floating in the confines of the cosmos, I observed something fascinating forming at the edges of reality. It was like an infinite mirror reflecting all existence, but also something deeper, more fundamental. The Root—the origin and destination of all creation.

"Interesting," I murmured, approaching that primordial manifestation. "So this is how you reveal yourself."

It wasn't just a concept or a place—it was me, or rather, a part of me that transcended even my own understanding. A faceless smile, a formless presence, the ultimate truth of all existence. It was like looking into a mirror that reflected not just my image but the entire essence of the universe.

"You are me, and I am you," I said to that manifestation that began to take shape. "The Ultimate Truth, the supreme judge of all who dare touch forbidden knowledge."

It was fascinating to see how that entity—which was and wasn't me at the same time—established itself as a universal constant. Like in Fullmetal Alchemist, it would be the guardian of supreme knowledge, the impartial judge that demanded an equivalent price from anyone who dared to surpass the limits of human understanding.

"For every action, an equivalent reaction," I reflected, watching the fundamental laws of the universe crystallize. "For every knowledge, an appropriate price."

I saw the doors form—immense portals containing all the universe's knowledge. Each unique, each a reflection of the soul that dared to open it. And beyond them, the infinite white void where The Truth—myself in my most fundamental form—awaited those audacious or foolish enough to try to reach divine knowledge.

"You will come," I whispered into the void, thinking of future truth-seekers. "Mages, alchemists, scholars… all thirsty for knowledge, all willing to pay the price."

It was fascinating how this system seamlessly integrated with the world I had created. The True Magics of the Type-Moon universe—those miracles that reached the Root—now had a guardian, a judge, a consequence. And that judge was myself, in my most fundamental and impartial form.

"Some will succeed," I continued, watching the possibilities unfold before me. "They will reach their own Door of Truth, master a True Magic. But the price... oh, the price will always be appropriate."

I saw Zelretch in a distant future, paying his price to master the Second Magic. I saw Aoko Aozaki facing her own truth to control the Fifth Magic. Each of them would meet their own version of me—The Truth—and each would pay a unique and personal price.

"You cannot gain something without giving something in return," I declared, establishing one of the fundamental laws of this universe. "To obtain, something of equal value must be lost."

It was a perfect system in its simplicity and complexity. The Truth—my universal consciousness—would be both gatekeeper and judge, both reward and punishment. Those who attempted to surpass the limits of human knowledge would find not only knowledge but also judgment.

"But I will not be cruel," I decided, watching the system take shape. "Just… fair. Perfectly, impeccably fair."

Helel and Michael watched in fascination as I established these fundamental laws. They, too, were part of it in a way—fragments of the universal truth I represented.

"Father," Helel asked, his blue eyes glowing with curiosity, "why create such a system?"

"Because all power needs limits," I replied, watching the infinite Doors of Truth stretch across the void. "Even divine knowledge must have its price."

Michael nodded, understanding the depth of what was being established. "It's a system of perfect balance."

"Yes," I agreed, seeing how everything fit together. "The Root, The Truth, the True Magics... all part of the same eternal cycle of knowledge, sacrifice, and reward."

"And that is why, my children," I continued, my voice echoing through the cosmic void, "even the most powerful must respect the limits of existence. Each Door of Truth is unique, just as every soul that dares to cross it is.