During the years of the Great War, all Gods had created spears for them to fight and conquer under their name. The God who had ･ﾟ✧slayed✧･ﾟ the most created three spears as his warriors. After he had created them, he bonded rituals to them by obtaining power from a realm that was not known to other Gods. As he was gifting those powers to his mighty warriors, he stipulated one rule as a cost of them: Using one another's ritual was strictly forbidden. The War was full of pain and suffering. The spears continued to fight and slaughter, unaware of the bloody path they had left behind. After discovering the harm they had caused, the bravest of them stood against his maker. He was followed and supported by other spears. They revolted against their creator with the burden of their concious on their back. But the maker was too cruel and too powerful to be defeated. He retaliated against them by breaking his own rule: God forced the first rebel, to perform the ritual of the woman he treasured. With the cost of the powers violated: One lost their existence, another their body, and the last, her sanity on that fateful day in antiquity. The only thing left in the spear that had lost its sanity was a glimmer of hope and the flame of retaliation.

Cennetin mızraklarının her üçüne de birer ritüel bahşedilmişti. Ancak bir yasak vardı: Birbirlerinin ritüellerini kullanmak. Yol açtıkları yıkımı öğrenen mızraklar, tanrılarına baş kaldırdıklarında onlara yaratıcıları tarafından verilen ceza bu yasağı çiğnemek olmuştu. Kaderleriyle yüzleştikleri o kadim günde biri kendini, diğeri bedenini, sonuncusu ise varlığını kaybetmişti. Benliğini kaybeden mızrağın geride sadece bir parça umudu ve içini yanıp tutuşturan intikam ateşi kalmıştı.