Long before the earth. Long before the galaxy. There was nothing. Empty space where nothing lived. Not a soul. Then, there was the birthing. Pure, archaic energy and matter was born. Gasses condensed, forging the stars. Matter came togeather to birth planets. What once was empty, now thrunged with potential. Soon, the first souls came to be. The eternal whatchers came forth. Born of the universe, sent by the unknown to whatch the new universe. Soon, they found they could create life. The power over life and death was thiers for a time. Within the fledgling universe, within the cool climates of the planets, they birthed life from thier very hands. Moving matter, commanding energy, calling for life to be born and evolve. Soon, the mortal plane came to be. Seeing thier power, they called themselves God's. Immortal, powerful but selfish. Greedy. One by one, they fell to curruption. What once was family became enemies who sought the distruction of thier brothers and sisters creations. The strongest amongst then, commanded what he called 'The Angel's of Heaven'. An army clad in gold and steel. The other, he deemed 'The Demon's of Hell's Army'. He commanded the skilled craftsmens to build the halls of Heaven and the pits of Hell. Though, his command was absolute, his power wasnt. He called his brothers and sisters children. He became the father of God's. Soon, even he fell to curruption. His 'children' saw this. Few stood agenst him with thier now demonized brother. Few fought, fewer lived. All, banished. Tarnished. Enslaved to thier roles. Be it in the pits or in the halls. Some bide thier time. Gathering strangth. Gathering secreat armies. Others hide. Find shelter in forbidden love. Soon, no more God's will stand. Within the forgotten fragments of time, a tale older then time. No god, no mortal, no life shall stand unless balance is perfected. If balance has not been proven, the cycle is reborn anew. For this is the fate of all souls. Good, bad, evil, innocent. All obey
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