When creation happens, it feels much like the human experience of breaking the surface of water- seeing and feeling things you were not able to previously, looking around like a newborn with entirely too much conscience. It was very dark when Combustion was created, and unlike their later forms, they made thier own light, a ball of pure energy to make itself how it wished to be.

The Judge greeted them. As Combustion zipped around, looking for things to fiddle with, to break and fix and create, The Judge said that it was glad that this god was so energetic, for the act of atomic manipulation would be very boring if someone wasn't putting their all into it. Combustion wasn't listening. Combustion was trying to create a black hole, and succeeding spectacularly.

That black hole managed to swallow several planets, just as excitable as the god who had created it. Every god who was connected in some way or another to those floating chunks of rock, who were responsible for the lifeforms or concepts found on it, felt pieces of them disappear abruptly. It was quite unusual for them. Usually, you could feel something like that happening long before any destruction was caused. The Judge was always very stringent in warning its subjects.

"what could have caused that?" they wondered, not quite omniescent enough to grasp the fact that something could know everything and yet not know consequence. As The Judge told Combustion what its purpose was, to pick out a name for itself if it liked, the things that could lead to its powers taken away, Combustion created an amoeba larger than what is naturally possible, and showed off its creation, oblivious to every warning.

Eventually, perhaps foolishly, The Judge let Combustion go. It zipped off, eagerly observing each new thing in its enviroment, turning space rock to gold and puzzling over antimatter. It flew straight through the core of a moon, and didn't bother to clean up after itself, leaving a large hole in its wake. The Judge, however, did nothing. it was strange to see a god so excited after creation. Most accepted their purpose, and performed it without complaint or considering other facets of life. Combustion, however, went far and beyond purpose. It liked creating things for fun. What an odd trait to see in a god this new.

Things went peacefully after that. Combustion's excitement gradually settled into a general glee for the world, and it started to understand how just because you could create new planets doesn't mean you necesarily should, especially because gravity was not its domain. It settled on a form it liked, all warmth and heat and energy, and gained a newfound interest: humans, who were so innovative, and yet so stupid at the same time.

Combustion liked staying on Earth to watch these humans, because in the God Realm, everyone avoided them. Attempts at conversation would go ignored, demonstrations of power would be met with feelings of fear and resentment, and Combustion was left utterly alone. Except for the ever-presence of its creator, and the yells of all the creatures that were sustained by Earth, Combustion's life was incredibly quiet, and like most other gods, very solitary. It might have been lonely, and it might have been ignored, but at least it was stable.

But then it met The Mist.

It was a warm day, filled with the laughter of foolish creatures, when Combustion sensed a presence behind it. A foggy sort of thing, one that spoke of rains and dew in the early mornings. This presence wrappeds itself around Combustion's form, seemingly curious as to what it was, before continuing on it's way, shapeless and unidentifiable. But Combustion was not about to let a thing it didn't know be left unknown. It shouted after it, "HELLO! WHO ARE YOU?" and zipped after it while it tried to run away.

Now, the thing about this presence, is that it easily could have escaped. Combustion was a young, foolish god, imbued with more power and freedom than it knew what to do with, and there was a high chance they would overlook whatever hiding spot or form The Mist chose to take. But The Mist was feeling particularly bored that day. Humans rioting out of fear simply would not cut it for its own amusement. So, it stopped when Combustion called, and watched it try and figure out just what exactly it was.

"Oh there you are! See, you don't need to run! What's your name? I'm Combustion- have you met these humans? They're so fun and they have this thing where they hold this meeting every 3 weeks, and they're spread alllllll over and yet they keep congregating and even though there's a bit of disagreement, they're still so fun, and they love their children- isn't it wild that animals just have smaller forms that grow into bigger forms the longer they exist? What if we were like that? I'd be sooooo big by now if I went by human growth- I'd be able to fill up the entire sky! Oh by the way, how old are you? Are you a god? Are you a creature? Do you talk? What can you do? Why do you look like that? Can you change your form? Do you like your form? Do you like existing? Do you-" said Combo, all in one go, because most gods don't need to breathe.

"I am called The Mist," it said, and it stood there, slightly amused as Combustion continued to ramble on.