The beginning

Once upon a time, there was a man and a woman. They didn't get along, since they were so different. The woman wanted to give life and take care of the things that she gave life to, while the man destroyed everything he could get his hands on. The man was furious that the woman kept creating living beings, causing him to grab a hold of her arm to stop her from creating new life. They both were shocked and was thrown away from each other. Both of them got hurt, the man was struck in his chest and the woman was struck in the head. Her mind of life and his heart of void, created a little rip in the atmosphere. The man got up and walked over, giving the woman a quick gaze but quickly looked back into the rip as he noticed that the woman was beyond saving. He gently opened the rip with his hand, putting all his force into it, causing it to explode and create a new plane and a little star. The man took this star and went into the new plane.

The plane had a lot of life in it, mostly in one place, the man made his way to the planet, studied the life. The little star made a little bell noise, and with a snap of his fingers, everything his eyes could see died, giving the life to the little star. Demons, mortals, angels and everything in between mixed together created a little child around the age of 5. The man never gave her a name, he didn't take care of her, he just went up and left. The little child got her hands on a little star herself, the leftovers from her own creation. She put the star safety in her pocket and started doing the job she was destined to do.