Pantheons+Wry/Ohm+Magic Era

The Magic Era

I was tripping across the planes, like any other day.
You know I sometimes fall asleep and find I am in a lovely place, and other times it is a boring one.
And this time I was actually kind of looking for something but was having trouble, when I stumbled upon a place.
An old place, nothing much really. Less than nothing. Outside the void. A kind of... I'm not sure. A broken place.
Usually, I can slide right out and onto the next, but instead when I attempted to leave I'd return back to this place having moved this way or that only a few bits. So I wandered. Sometimes places simply have a curse or a ghost or a story that needs to be seen or unwound.
It's not so complicated, as much as a nuisance.

So I went looking, but there was really less than nothing. Nothing really to see at all. 
So then I thought, okay, maybe one of those invisible places or places where everyone is dead or maybe even one of those like joke places, where they've just hidden everything, which, you've got to give them credit, is fun from time to time. Like an escape place.

So I reached for a sword that swings true and has some power, I'm not sure, just one of those with the power to break quite a lot.
It glows, you know.

So I throw the sword into this place and nothing happens, and I'm like fuck. Waste of a good sword.

Now I really started getting annoyed and thought okay okay, broken place like this, probably pretty old, let's do an old thing.
So I took out a titan sword you know. You ever get stabbed with one of those?

The demon said, Oo! Oo! Me! I have!

It sucks!

Yeah. It does! The demon laughed.

So anyways, the woman went on, the place did NOT like that shit at all! And it goes from like nothing to verrry clearly nothing in the shape of like, uhhh, I dunno some kind of a knot, a prison, right?
So next thing I know I find this old gate, pretty much gone.
But you know what, stuff like that is always bound to someone, so I read it and it takes me to the maker, and shit I was in a god's home. They were asleep. Real sad sick looking god honestly. 
They were asleep, and, well they talk in their sleep, and it's rude to wake someone, right?
So I sat, and I listened, and I heard a lot of this:

They too sought power and freedom and went about birthing the greater gods.
In the void, the gods seemed more clarified and certain. Though their powers were less all-encompassing, they had an intelligence and depth to their thinking that the Titans could never quite master. 
The Titans were regretfully filled with feral wild creative force, the spark of creation. 

Knowing they would one day be fought against by their children, they introduced a neutral mediator.
They took Chaos and laced it in everything they could find. So busy would their children be, and so many problems would they have to fight together, that they would never think to be adversaries.

But though the titans saw Chaos as both a pain and a celebration of creation, the greater gods saw Chaos in a more black and white way. After a while, the greater gods became tired of the Titans' permissive attitudes towards Chaos. They organized in secret and together built Order.

It was by that creation some titans faded soon after. Order was a certain poison to the Titan's origins - against the nature of this place and their existence, and so chaos unraveling brought clear sacrifices of the nature of things.
Many others weakened. And as a consequence so did some of their children - the greater gods. And so on into the void.
It was as if everything began to desaturate and spoil.

They were all stuck in this place, together, dreadfully entwined in each other's fate.

It was by this event that a clear divide presented itself, but as did a clear bond.

And so these remaining Titans and their children agreed, after some time of quibbling, to create a restoration effort, by which some Titans returned and the other gods regained their health. This rough network of divine beings went on for some time without a name, driven by a shared sense of purpose. But then things became quite stable, and the organization turned their minds to the future, where they surmised their doom would come from, any day now.

It turns out that time was a thing much more in the Void, and the Titans and gods were not expecting that.
Not at all. 
Waiting was new, and though they tried to invent many things to destroy waiting and time, nothing worked much.

And so they began to invent a number of diversions, hobbies, and pleasures.

An unknowable amount of worlds were created during this time, and some were designated as places of import.
A number of gods became interested in worlds as a way to automate the future. Strategy. Outcomes.
What god should be born. What god should die. What is their purpose now, if they are to die eventually? 
It is difficult to translate the language that is uttered into such a question that made these worlds, and how a world's long utterance reveals an answer. And sometimes it does not. But leave it to say many worlds are doing just that.