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         The universe spanned out before Him as it always did, large, empty, daunting.


         The idea of so many millennia alone haunted His endless waking dreams, flashing before His all-seeing eyes which had nothing to behold. The Eons stretched out before Him and all was darkness.


         "I yearn." He thought, and for the first time in His magnificence, He felt the sin of desire. His body was as He willed it, ever-shifting and constant in its inconsistency. Such desires He had not known, hidden beneath His God-like loneliness.


         His body shivered, rumbling throughout the vast expanses of the Universe but He felt; he felt! His body drew closer, limbs forming from the nothing He had been before. Still, He saw only nothing. His great sight fell blind upon the something He had started to become. Great talons grew from His new fingers, as wide as a hundred thousand galaxies and curling in their newfound life.


         The Universe trembled with excitement and still he could only think.


         "I yearn."


         His chest formed from the coalescence of dead worlds and his heart from their dying suns. With His first heartbeat, the Universe did not tremble, but quivered in fear at this new terrible power it had borne from itself.


         "I yearn."


         He felt something new, then. It exploded in Him, it was part of Him but it controlled Him all the same.


         "I lust!"


         He reared back and at once felt His first reward for being. He lusted. The vast expanse of His eternity was lost amongst the stars which swayed and danced with His slightest move! He fell upon Himself and explored the glory of movement, of life, and of feeling; yet still, hidden amongst it He could hear the truth of Himself.


         "I yearn."


         It haunted Him, echoing in the cold expanses which made up His body. Still, His lust sated the call of that voice, its cold mechanical truth little more than bubbles in the ocean of His being. His body continued to grow, drawing in the smallest pebbles of the Universe to create a complexity befitting His station as everything.


         "I hunger."


         The lust did not give way to this new feeling so much as it was torn asunder. His magnificence dimmed and His new form saw its own limitations. It pained Him, it teased Him, it pulled Him towards itself and shoved Him away again, helpless.


         He fell upon Himself.


         He slid his talon-tipped fingers into His mouth, tongue sliding over them lazily and He knew taste. His hunger screamed;


         "I HUNGER!"


         And still He heard it, rebounding between the dark shadows of Him.


         "I YEARN!"


         And then,


         "I LUST!"          


         All three filled and became Him while the cosmos shrieked in protest as He slid His hands deeper into the carrion blackness of His mouth. His lust boiled unchecked like some cosmic Id let loose for the first time; all the power of a God with the loneliness that came with such a responsibility. He ate. Each inch of His arm excited Him, tantalized Him... satisfied Him. His arms slid down His throat and everything groaned in protest as His shoulders followed.


         His chest rose up, and the glowing brilliance of His heart shone. The shape of His body grew hazy once more and for a moment He almost lost what He had become. Still He hungered, He lusted, and He yearned. The lust swirled amongst the growing systems of Him, egging them towards completion and destruction all at once. The taste of Himself was intoxicating, a fine wine of accomplished feats and desires. More of His body disappeared into the yawning void of his maw and the more of Himself he consumed, the more the lust threatened to wash Him away.


         As He shrunk, His appetite grew. The more His appetite grew, the more He consumed, and the more He consumed, the emptier His universe became.


         "Satisfy Me"


         His legs spread slightly as His hips were pulled into Himself. His lust spiked, growing to a blinding crescendo of unchecked pleasure and the Universe began to tear. His legs kicked apart these new openings at the corners of reality; time took a deep breath and watched as His legs were drawn inexorably towards their fate amidst Him. He roared in triumph over them, muffled by the sound only of His own fulfillment. Still.


         "I yearn"


         His face began to pull in on itself. Who He was began to melt as surely as the starless expanses stared on in star-eyed wonder. His lust subsided, His hunger was sated, yet still He yearned.


         He devoured Himself utterly and as the last vestiges of what He had become vanished He felt one thing, then nothing more.


         "I am satisfied."


         Everything became nothing and time found itself alone for a million lifetimes, and only a second.


         The explosion threw time forward, setting it on an unalterable course no matter how hard it shrieked or pleaded and all that He had been became all that was.


         His lust filled the planets with Life.


         His hunger drove them onwards.


         And his yearning became theirs.


         All of theirs.