Line of Regret.

Beginnings

In the beginning there was nothing, a black wyrm, mindless almighty. It consumes all in its path. It was alone, but with no mind, or thought, no focus and voice, the likes of loneliness is nonexistent. Then came a burning light from which belong to a golden wyrm, its body coated in silky feathers, eyes as bright and all seeing; and the world began to dream and the darkness was forced to give way. Sealed the darkness to the deepest trenches and buried below shining black earth. Its arm reaching to the light that cast it down under, this brought it the desire to consume all forms of light not relenting on what is in its way. Even without focus, it can still bring about the worst of fates. The void will be awaiting that day, a world of nothingness once more.

Light won the battle, suppressed the darkness to start its existence fresh. Years after this, light came to view of something that had always been there for the longest of time: a world of early bugs. The light was curious of them, these strange creatures that gaze at her... bugs without guidance nor communication, the light pitied them and so she gave them a gift--a piece of her that sparked and ignited: Fire. And from that small flame started a society, used for warth, cooking, and crafting. Bugs of all shapes and sizes joyfully dance around the flames as they bask in its warmth. The light was pleased with this... an idea cam to mind: It wants to turn this uncovered world her own.

One day a new entity appears, neither wyrm nor bug. A being born from the first incident of fire causing the death of many in a society, wiping out a third of the population. And from those that forever recall the great fire dreamt of it that drove them to fits of scream, or fits of terror. This new entity was born from it, eternally beating surrounded in red flames that appears to shift, wisp, and ungulate almost like ghostly flesh; and sweeping, lashing, and twisting like tendrils of fire.

And for the longest time, the radiant light pay no mind to it, and was busy with the creation of its people. It took the form of a bug, a moth, and spawned the moth clan. Which help the bugs become a part of her clan, interacting with them whilst helping them fix their broken lives. Many bugs joined the light and held no grudge for the fire that set many of them ablazed. The fault was their own.

When the radiant light's reign has settled itself, it ruled without challenge for the prayers and love of the light god's followers gave it strength. All bask in her light, and share one mind. No secrets hidden, no worry of one having more than the other, and everlasting dreams of soothing light. Though all follow a hive mind, the light wasn't unkind and allowed them enough freedom to not always be driven by primal instincts. Yet a plague grew from their dreams, so much so that those afflicted speak of a vague description of scarlet fire that twist, pulse, lashing and smells of burning corpse and sulphur, foul and disgusting, and the haunting beats of a heart could be heard resonating in the dreams; some poor souls saw it but barely remember, they only saw a twisted spectre appear from an opening the visage of many bugs and beasts in one with a figure similar to a maiden's, but it was still uncertain as the poor souls would struggle to muster the thoughts for words to describe; yet a voice reverberating, echoing, and rasping with a texture akin to gravel and brimestone, deep, and reeks of everlasting fear and agony--it whispered in their dreams.

Those peering inside the heart; however, begins to break into fits of unhinged screaming and lost their will to continue and live, ending themselves after peering what was inside the heart.

Alarmed by this, the light gathered all the moths and forged the essence of dreams to create a blade of dreams. This sliced through the fabric separating dream and awakening. Each moth was given the task to extinguish this entity of scarlet flames, not wanting to disappoint their creator they set off in healing the minds of the afflicted, mending and fending off the searing fire. It was a long and arduous task but in the end the moths won and the nightmares were repelled. The bugs, grateful for this began to praise and love the light even more. The light accepted a name given by a young follower bug. Now the light was dubbed, The Radiance.