In the beginning, there was nothing an endless sea. A black void ran across the fabric of reality, staining it with oblivion. The creator, in its confliction, was hesitant to begin working on its latest project. It foresaw the beginning and it foresaw the end, why bother creating what will eventually decay anyway? Rather than face the turmoil of watching its work destroy itself, it watched the void and began to weep over the hopelessness that would've become existence. As it turned away from the universe, a tear fell into the inky blackness of the void. From that one tear, the building blocks of life began to grow, flourishing like a field of flowers in the eve of spring. The creator looked upon the world and felt pride as he watched it expand.
It watched everything that had come from the tear. It admired the beauty of the stars as they shone brightly against the never ending darkness of space. It studied the creatures that walked among the planets. It admired the seas that held a boundless bevy of creatures that swam just below its waves.
The creator studied the beings that lived within its creation and felt joy and pride as he watched the products of his creation. Though it was accidental, it still couldn't believe that such incredibly things could be the product of something so small. After watching his work for so long, it began to grow tired from watching so much happening at once. When it could no longer stand it, exhaustion finally overtook him. Before he completely gave into his own drowsiness it only had one thought.
Life is good...
When the creator awoke from its slumber, it felt incredible as it watched the world's progress to completion. It knew that this was its magnum opus and it knew that nothing could ruin such a paradise.
That's when he appeared from behind the creator.
He wore a clean, pressed suit that ran black with the same inky darkness of the universe. His skin was as dark as a shadow, a swirling mass of chaos that surrounded its frame, obscuring his features in spite of the light that surrounded him. In spite of the shadows surrounding his face, the creator saw an awful smirk on his face that reminded it of each and every time he'd ruin its creations.
The creator jumped up and leapt in front of the world.
The man simply laughed as he watched the creator try to protect the world but when he was finished, he raised both his hands in mock surrender.
"Don't worry yourself friend, he said slyly as if he were having a casual conversation, I'm not here to destroy all your hard work; I'm here simply to make a suggestion."
The creator was weary of his words from past experience, times long past when he allowed his naivety to cloud his judgment.
"What is it?" The creator asked carefully.
He approached the creator like a lion stalking prey, inching himself closer and closer as he watched his "friend" with cold, calculating eyes. As he crept closer, his attention refocused itself from the nervous creator to the budding world expanding itself behind it. When he finally approached touching distance, he grabbed the creator lightly and rested an arm on its shoulder in a somewhat friendly matter, as if the creator was truly his friend.
"Look at this...thing," he said with open contempt as he motioned towards the latest creation in front of them,"that you've made. Now, now, now, don't get me wrong, to the average, untrained eye it may look like paradise there. Green plants, happy people, and all that but it seems as if you've forgotten one vital ingredient to this wonderful creation."
He was a mean spirited thing but he was also very clever. He knew that the creator was a perfectionist, a being who wouldn't allow imperfection to exist unless it was there to correct it. In the brief seconds that passed as he walked towards his "friend", he'd come up with a plan that would put an end to the world.
Of course that was his duty, he who was the destroyer.
"What's missing, I've made sure that everything was perfect and as far as I can see, nothing important is missing."
The destroyer knew he had the creator in the palm of his hand.
"Well you see my friend, what you forgot to add was free will."
"Yes, free will, the ability to choose between good and evil."
"Why is free will so important?"
"Because my friend, without free will, the beings of your world will never realize true happiness, everything that you've made will essentially be a lie to them and more to the point, you'll be cheating them out of true life, to live rather than to simply exist!"
The creator had never realized how important a concept such as "free will" was to its creation. He knew that he couldn't allow such a gift to be withheld from its inhabitants so immediately began to rectifying his blunder.
As the destroyer watched the creator fall for his plan, he quietly walked away with a wicked grin on his face as he appreciated the irony of what was to unfold.
When the creator awoke, he realized the folly of his actions. Before its eyes, the world began to decay as its inhabitants foolishly undid all that it had done. All across the world, the creator saw various acts of carnage and depravity, so much so that it couldn't stand to watch anymore. Death and carnage rolled over the ground like a crimson wave of destruction. Pollutants leaked into the atmosphere graying the skies with poison and disease. Most of all the seas themselves turned grey as the lifeless corpses of its inhabitants skirted along the surface.
The creator broke down and wept as it realized the stupidity of its actions. Once again, he'd allowed the destroyer to trick him into ruining another of its creations. Bitter tears ran down the creator's face as it watched in dismay as everything that he'd made slowly ruined itself. He realized that there was nothing he could do besides sit back and watch the end come.
"No!" The creator said as it stood up in defiance.
The creator wasn't going to allow the destroyer to claim another of its creations. He realized that now was the time, enough was enough. Immediately, he set to work on a new creation, something that would counter what the effects of "free will" had on the world. He knew that such a job would be too big for one concept to handle so he created three concepts that would set about to fixing what was ruined.
To one concept he gave the job of decisiveness, the ability to gain determination in the face of adversity, to stay on the righteous path of good to combat the wicked temptations of evil. To this concept he gave the name "Will".
To the next concept he gave the job of revision, the ability to redo one's life to walk along the path of salvation, the chance to repent one's sins in spite of one's past actions. To this concept he gave the name "Change".
To the final concept he gave the job of foresight, the ability to see the good that lies beyond one's own perception, to see the light that lies just beyond the darkness. To this concept he gave the name "Hope".
When it had finished, he sent the concepts into the world, hoping that one day they would be able reverse the damage that it had done to itself. The creator knew that it would take time for the damage it had sustained to mend but he believed that one day they would succeed.
All that was left to do was to wait.