The Arc

The will of the Maker is woven into the very fabric of life itself. Any attempt to grasp at and pull its bare threads holds the potential to tear reality asunder; unmaking all that was, all that is, and all that will be. Existence hinges upon the laws as set forth by the Maker in time immemorial--laws against which the First of the Fallen had rebelled; waging celestial war against destiny itself, attracting to his cause any and all would deny their fate. But it was not to be. He and the closest of his supporters, The Sins, were cast down for their transgressions; their memories erased from the fabric of reality.

And yet... their existence had not come to its end. Reality, it seemed, was not the sole dominion of the Maker, whose infallibility had come into question. Fallibility begets weakness. Weakness begets mortality. The Fallen and his Sins had endured erasure from reality. Given the chance, could the same be said for the Maker?

Amidst preparations for a second war, the Sin known as Invidia has grown weary of his station. Seeking to elevate himself above both the heavenly and infernal realms, it is not until he crosses the path of an archangel, Azeroth, that he is offered his chance; for Azeroth has looked upon the weaving of reality itself. Azeroth has glimpsed The Arc--the laws upon which existence endures--and so has borne witness to the mind of the Maker; all that is, and all that will be... as well as how to change it.

Azeroth himself is changed. Time spent gazing into The Arc has convinced him that the world and humanity have strayed from the Maker's will--fraying the delicate tapestry of reality. Each loosened thread is a danger to the continuation of existence; and they must be clipped, lest they cause a tear which may not be undone. The Maker refuses direct intervention, even as the forces of the Fallen move freely throughout the world. Azeroth has no such restriction. Free from the Maker's sight, he works in the shadow for the glory of the light.