In the beginning, there was only silence and an infinite void of darkness. From the void emerged a being of
light, Elarion, the first and only god. Alone, he created balance - light and shadow, time and space, and
thousands of worlds. To govern his creations, he gave birth to divine beings: angels of the heavens, demons
of the abyss, and other ancient races like dragons, elves, and dwarves.
Elarion believed he had achieved perfection. Sitting high upon his celestial throne, he smiled as his creations
grew and thrived. Angels served with loyalty, demons brought balance through chaos, and the realms
remained stable. But arrogance is the flaw of all creators.
One day, without warning, Elarion was stabbed through the back by a blade forged of his own divine light.
Behind him stood Zareth, his most favored and gentle angel, now with eyes devoid of mercy. The god
gasped, confused. "Why?" he asked.
"For power," Zareth replied coldly. Around him, the other eleven archangels, twelve demon lords, elder
dragons, and elven highlords revealed their betrayal. The divine war erupted, and Elarion - the god of all -
was torn down by those he once called children.
The worlds spiraled into war. None could rule, for all were equal in strength. But beyond the veil, unseen,
something far older watched: a being not born of creation. Nytheris, the true darkness, had always been there
- waiting.