Omega

Omega. The eternal, the uncreated, the infinite. He is the beginning without a beginning, the end without an end. Existing beyond the constraints of time and reason, Omega is the architect of all reality, a being whose purpose is as vast and unknowable as the multiverse itself.

No one, not even his children, can claim to truly understand him. He created existence—not out of necessity, nor out of need, but seemingly because he could. An infinite cascade of universes was birthed at his will, each teeming with life, each a reflection of his design. Yet, for all his power, Omega remains a mystery. His reasons are his own, buried in the incomprehensible depths of his being.

He granted his children, the lesser gods, free will—a choice that defies explanation. Why give the ability to choose, to rebel, to surprise, to beings crafted from his essence? Why populate countless universes with echoes of his children, variations of the same souls walking different paths? None of his creations know. Perhaps even Omega, in his infinite wisdom, cannot fully explain it.

Yet there is one truth, whispered through time itself. Omega seeks something. The all-knowing craves the unknown. The one who sees every possibility searches for that which cannot be predicted. It is said that he watches, ever patient, for the anomaly—the single act or event that slips through his grasp, that defies even him.

Selfish? Perhaps. But for a being beyond judgment, what does selfishness mean? Omega’s desire is not one born of need but of endless curiosity. He is the ultimate paradox: the being who knows all yet wonders if there is anything he cannot know.

And so, he stands beyond creation, silent and unchanging, while the multiverse unfolds according to his will. Watching, waiting, searching—not for what is, but for what might surprise even the eternal.