Having just told this to a bunch of Mary, I figure I could copy it here too. This story comes to me from Talentha Quildar, my husband’s sister. It can be told as a serious myth and is part of several clan cosmologies, but a more usual telling is as a kids’ scare story.
In the beginning, as today, there were many gods in this world, but the Amarr God was not yet the most powerful of them all. He was also not called just “God”, but he had a name, just like any other god.
(… sorry, but this is how it goes. Anyway.)
This god, whose name has been forgotten, was a very hungry god. He was hungry for food, and passions, and adventures, just like anyone, but he was also hungry for power, and followers, and space.
So he ate and ate and ate, and grew and grew and grew, in size, and power, and glory. But his hunger could not be satisfied. So in the end - the full telling has all sorts of stuff here, that he tried to satisfy the hunger - in the end he ate his own name.
And so he became just The God. And still today His hunger for the world is insatiable.