With the needle and thread, Braxult strengthened her creation. It created great depressions in the ground where it crashed into this new world. She opened the vial of tears to fill them, creating Oceans and rivers.
Braxult hung the spark in the heavens and watched as light and heat bathed her creation. Next she hung the gem and gold piece so that they might reflect the light of this new sun into the dark places of the world. The light would keeping the Sribinet from entirely consuming it, keeping it forever hers until even the sun and the moons died.
Next, she packed the ice along the northern part so thickly that the sun may never melt all of it. Then Braxult opened the leather bladder, leaking out the whirling air of boasts to create the skies. Into these winds, she crushed the apple. The seeds of the fruit spread out amongst the lands, causing food and trees to grow. This was followed by the winds blowing the northern ice down over the world, putting those plants to bed until it would melt and allow them to grow again. The world now had water to drink, heat to warm it, and food to eat. Her creation needed but one last thing.
She retrieved the spilt seed of her sister brother. He fingers smeared the paste like substance all over the planet. There, the sun warmed it until it started to grow. Out of this ooze, humans, the first people, were born. Braxult was satisfied. The demon of death had created life. It was the life all others would spring from. She could not keep it secret forever, however. The other demon kind would find her prize.
Her kin soon discovered what she had done. Delighted, her brothers and sisters claimed dominion of this area and that, taking delight in torturing these newly made creatures. Yuzzdil kept quite busy inciting the humans, making sure the demons had a good supply of victims. The world, just like the Sribinet, was filled with the screams and tears of its beings.