The Demiurge .
In the beginning, there was neither time nor flesh. There was only the Absolute, a flawless, sterile sphere of blinding white light, perfect in its infinite peace. But the Absolute wanted to create a tangible world. Faced with the need to create coarse, imperfect matter, he realized that this process would desecrate his perfection. Creation required a taste of chaos, filth, and decay.Then, in order to preserve its holy purity, the Absolute cast its own shadow. He pushed out a black oily drop from his radiance, which rushed down into the rusty cosmic abyss. As it fell, this drop changed a lot: It was overgrown with biomechanical cables, exposed tendons, convulsively clenching claws, and heavy bones.That's how Demiurge was born, a blind, angry monster created to become the "dirty hands" of his creator. As he fell into the ashes of the underworld, he screamed in pain and loneliness. He did not see the Absolute, but he understood his task deeply and instinctively. With his ugly, strong hands, he began to collect the first bricks of the endless wall separating the material world from the higher realms from dust and rubble.The absolute, having closed the heavenly barrier behind itself, remained inaccessible. He left his creation and the entire future world below, not out of cruelty, but out of absolute, paralyzing horror — the fear of tarnishing himself, the fear of losing his immaculate whiteness and dissolving into the darkness of material existence.