Long ago, in the time before the gods, in a time before the universe. There was the first verse. A realm of boundless light. In this verse reality existed as an infinite expanse of semi-conscious energy. The bright, still, and warm infinity was devoid of life as we know it. This realm was home to the Shapers.
The Shapers were governed by an insatiable curiosity. Their experimentation soon led to the discovery of their ability to reshape the light and energy swirling around them. The Shapers' limitless imaginations allowed them to reshape the endless ocean of light in infinite combinations.
The Shapers spent countless eons reorganizing the formless reality around them. They created vast landscapes. From the barren and desolate, to the lush and vibrant. They birthed life forms immense and minute, solid and visceral, shapeless and ethereal. The architects of reality took it upon themselves to fill the vastness of infinity.
After an eternity of exploring reality, filling the emptiness with life and heat and movement, a group of Shapers found something none had encountered before. A dark spot in the shining brilliance of it all. It was an anomaly. Reality was uniform, everything they had ever seen was always the same before they left their mark. Never before had they encountered something new. Something they did not create. Never before had the Shapers encountered something they could not explain.
They grew afraid of the tiny speck of darkness. This thing so alien to them. It tormented them. Looking at it began to drive them insane. They could bear its existence no longer. At first they tried to simply will it out of existence. But for all of their immeasurable power, they could do nothing to affect it in any way.
The Shapers decided it was best to leave the anomaly and never return. All but one agreed. Overcome with curiosity, not even the lone Shaper's fear could have held it back. Before the eyes it its brethren, one lone Shaper touched the dark spot. The curious Shaper was instantly enveloped by the darkness. The Shaper bellowed into eternity as the darkness spread across its being. The other Shapers watched as their fallen companion was consumed. A darkness began to spread in every direction from the fallen Shaper. The darkness consumed all the light around it. It left nothing but an empty void in its wake.
The darkness spread past the borders of creation. The Shapers watched helplessly as all they had brought into being was slowly consumed. Where there was once life, heat, and energy, only a dark, cold stillness remained. All Shapers from all the corners of reality converged on the growing void. Their combined might slowed the void but failed to stop it. The Shapers were running out of time. A new and terrible concept to them. They tried to enter the void to confront the fallen Shaper but the void rejected them. Nothing they did could afford them entry into the dark expanse.
The Shapers resolved to do what came most naturally to them. If they themselves could not confront the Fallen one, they would create one who could.
All of the Shapers in existence poured all of their power into one creation. A being more powerful than any before it. A champion to fight back the darkness. The First God was born. The First God entered the void and the void could do nothing to stop it. It engaged the Fallen Shaper at the center of the void and the titanic battle shook the foundations of reality. A maelstrom sundered the void and the endlessness surrounding it. Much of reality survived but was left in ruin.
The First God would finally vanquish the fallen Shaper. A feat that came at a terrible price. With its last act the Fallen Shaper corrupted the first god.
Knowing it would only be a matter of time before it would succumb to the darkness, the First God sealed the void. She Shapers watched as the void left behind faded out of their reality, never to be seen by them again.
The First God floated in the seemingly infinite void left by the darkness for millions of years, slowly being corrupted . Not wanting to become the new embodiment of the hungering dark, the First God acted. Through sheer force of will, the First God sacrificed itself. An explosion so powerful its light reached the very edge of the void. The once empty void was now filled with a chromatic mist. It shone dimly and undulated throughout the void. The universe came into being.
The First God's disembodied consciousness began to draw elements from the farthest reaches of the universe it had created. Strands of power and matter from all corners of existence coalesced and gave birth to the God King Alon.
Alon wandered the universe, exploring every corner of his new reality. Alon found it devoid of life and unworthy of the sacrifice his first incarnation made. After countless years of exploration, he found the birthplace of creation.
From that location, which would become known to all as the seat of Alon, he fulfilled his birthright. As the spawn of the First God, heir to the Shapers, Alon began to create.
Alon, not wanting to be alone in the universe, willed the God Queen Petra into existence. Together they watched the universe unfold from Alon's throne.
Time passed and an old foe appeared. The darkness that had corrupted the first god survived and became sentient. Ghoxek, the first demon, was born. It was compelled to consume, but found nothing in the universe that could sustain it. It was drawn to Alon and Petra as they were the only other forms of life that existed.
Ghoxek attacked the seat of Alon in an attempt to corrupt and feed on the pair of deities. Alon created another realm of existence for Petra to hide in while he confronted Ghoxek.
Alon and Ghoxek spent an immeasurable expanse of time locked in combat. It was a battle neither of them could win, as neither could truly be destroyed.
It had been so long. Alon's power was unrelenting and Ghoxek's strength had been almost completely depleted. This was entropy's curse. In order to maintain its strength, Ghoxek needed to feed. With nothing in this universe to feed on, Ghoxek retreated. Ghoxek gave up his assault on the seat of Alon and disappeared into the darkness of space.
Alon summoned his consort, but over the eons Petra grew to love her realm and would not return to him. Alon, left with little choice, let her be. He made her very nearly equal to him in power and a fight between them could tear the universe apart.
Alon then created his four children. Alon afforded the quartet a small fraction of his power and shared with his children the joys of creating. He taught them how to form and shape the motes of light and dust around them in near infinite combinations.
The Viran, as the four would come to be known, journeyed through the depths of space. They soon shaped most of the formlessness around them. They created stars, planets, and nebulae. Celestial bodies great and small. They filled the void with heat and motion. It wasn't long however before they grew disinterested in creating what they deemed to be a shallow lifeless universe. They implored their creator to share with them the secret of creating life.
Alon gifted them with the knowledge, under the condition that they create a planet to which all Viran born life would be confined.
They called it Alon'kor, a gift for their father. The Viran filled Alon'kor with flora and fauna of infinite variation. The massive planet was now teeming with life. Great immortal beasts and half-gods roamed the land and sky. Trees reached the clouds and flowers of every hue imaginable dotted the vast landscape.
The Viran returned to the seat of Alon to observe their creation. Alon and his children watched with great enjoyment as the creatures of Alon'kor went about their lives. Thus began the first age of Alon, the age of Glory.
