[ Creators ]

Prologue

What if I told you that your world, your whole universe, was just one of many to exist? Welcome to the Multiverse, not many mortals know of its presence but every one of us resides in it. Your very existence is reliant on a God who has shaped your world in their image. They look after you, care for you, and forge your very life. These Gods make the Multiverse their home, and call themselves Creators. Despite their massive power, they behave just as you and I do. They think and act like any other person. They live, love, and sometimes fight. This begs the question, how does one come to be a Creator? Well, allow me to tell you the tale of one young man's rise to power. This is the story of Straus Kurai.

Our account starts in a World made by a powerful Creator of high renown. It's quite average all things considered. Average humans, average lives, average magic, except for one crucial detail that makes this place a breeding ground for malicious intent. Certain people are born with a soul of white, and this trait links them to devilish magic that other people fear. And fear, as we all know, leads to violence. Those who bare white souls are often discriminated against, and sometimes hunted, even if they have no intent to use their powers for evil.

Look now upon this terrible scene. A mother and son, both white souls, are cornered in an alleyway and cowering for their lives as truly awful people hold them at gunpoint. The son is afraid but he does not cry out. The mother tries to tell the humans they mean no harm, they just want to go home, but all they hear are the panicked shrieks of a primal beast. They will not listen; humans never listen. There is no hope for "Devils". Mother takes a step forward—bang. Her son screams in horror—bang. They are both mortally wounded.

Darkness.