Holy Writ of the Three Sons

== First, There Was the Father ==
The Father was a great divine being, and his spirit was dispersed among the expanse of the universe. For many years he slumbered, content to be stretched among the stars, nearly thoughtless. For a time, everything was peaceful and quiet. Then, a great comet flew through the universe, and the devastation it wrought awoke him. No longer sleeping, no longer content, he yearned for more. Of what he did not yet know. With a great show of power he pulled himself together, and became one divine being. Then, he split three pieces off, three extensions of himself. With these pieces, he used the universe around him to create other beings like himself. Lesser, but still full of power.
Destruction came first. Born from the giant meteor. “Destruction is necessary. As the old world was destroyed, a new one was born,” said the Father. “To create anything, you must destroy what was already there. Plants are destroyed to create fertilizer and farms, stones and trees are destroyed to create buildings. For anything to be, Destruction of what was before must come first.” As it was spoken, so it was. Destruction was born, and he named himself Olethros. “But what is destruction without creation?” So this was not enough.
To balance, the Father made Creation from the remaining starlight and dust from the comet. “Creation cannot spontaneously happen on its own. Someone must be there to actually create. Someone must guide the process, someone must take the materials that the destruction left behind and put them to use, balancing out the destruction.” And so Creation was born, and he named himself Meraki.
But simple wanton creation and destruction was disorderly and unproductive. With no plan to anything, nothing was getting done. Things were created as they were destroyed, and destroyed as they were created. Nothing stayed. So the Father made Order, a being created purely from himself to add a perfect balance between the Three. It was Order’s job to put a plan to everything, to dictate when creation was needed, and when destruction was. Everything would be perfectly balanced. When Order took his first breath, he named himself Surtoom.
The father spent himself further nurturing them into grown physical beings. Each had their own unique physical quirk. The Eldest was born with a crown of seven horns upon his head, made from the debris of the meteor. The Middle child was born with an eye upon his hand. The Youngest was born with naught but a small blemish on the back of his neck.
With their gifts he assigned them a great task: bringing the universe into physicality. Olethros gathered the ashes of the previous universe, Meraki molded it into a star, and Surtoom shaped it into a perfect sphere of a planet. Together to warm the planet,they made the Sun, a great source of warmth and light. To provide light at night, he made the moon And then, The Father was happy for a time, but he demanded more.
The Father said, in collaboration, they should create something- create life, like theirs, as he had split himself and nurtured them. The son of Creation took an eyelash, the Son of Destruction chipped off a horn, and the Son of Order took a scrape of his skin, and then together with the help of Creation and his tools, they molded part of themselves into a person of their own kind. They called the product the Saints, and they began with one to each son. Though they did not carry their creator’s exact horns, eyes, or blemishes, they bore a strange new variety of features. It was a miracle the likes of which none of them had ever seen before.
The creation didn’t end there, with the help of the Saints there rose ecosystems, families, and soon a small group of people they called the Qynthi. The Three Sons saw the beauty in what they created, the danger as well as excitement in the individuality, but The Father was ambitious; he wanted more. The world and its people were not enough to appease him. Something was missing.
The Father then asked for something. Something the loving sons could not understand. Something so far beyond what they were capable of understanding, that they couldn't even name it. But still being the ever loyal sons they were, they went to work. The Middle son, Meraki, tried to do what only he could do best. He created. However, everytime he put down his tools and looked at his work, it was a failure. Nothing he could create matched what his father wanted, and so it was discarded, and after a time, Meraki hung up his tools, and gave up.
The Second son, Surtoom, saw the failings of his brother and thought "If it cannot be created, maybe Father has already placed it in his creation, and I simply must apply it in the way only I can" and so the son searched and searched. He looked throughout the expanse of the cosmos. He sifted through every single one of the things the Father and the Sons created, but not a single thing matched. Finally, exhausted from his search, Surtoom gave up. It was not something he could do.
The Eldest Son, after watching Meraki fail to create, and after watching Surtoom fail to organize, he thought "Maybe there is something I must remove. If it were possible to create or manage, my brothers could have done it." And so the third brother picked up his tools of destruction, and he searched. He followed the path of Surtoom and searched the cosmos. Like his brother, he too came up short. Frustrated, he went to confront the Father. When he laid his eyes upon the man who had given the impossible task, he became enraged. How dare he set them up for failure after all they'd done. How dare he be so greedy as to want more, even after they had given their all. How dare he. And so, he turned his tools of destruction on the man who had gifted them, and the Father fell.
The Eldest Son then took the remains of the Father, and gave them to his brother, Creation, who began his work immediately. Though he knew not what he was creating, his instincts guided him and his tools took on a mind of their own, shaping and honing the material without thought. When it was finished, Creation gave it to his brother, Order, who began spreading it around the world. It was only when the new addition washed over them did they realize what they had created, and what they had done. they had fulfilled their fathers request, and had given true freedom. Now life was free to truly have wills and choices of their own. Now life could truly live However, they had done so at the cost of their own father. They had each played their part in the great betrayal. The eldest had struck down their father, the middle had smelted him down instead of remaking him, and the third had spread him instead of reorganizing the creation back to its original form. They had all knowingly betrayed their own father. In their shame, they hid the patricide from the world, and vowed to never again repeat that mistake.
But the eldest hadn't gathered all of The Father. Many small slivers were left behind, unnoticed. These reformed into Umbra, which was but a shadow of The Fathers former self. This gave the universe, and his sons whom he loved dearly, another gift. This time in secret. He became and gave them entropy. Now reality was no longer bound by the strict and rigid rules laid down by the Father and his sons, but could now exist in a small state of a small measure of chaos, within the rules of Order.