Young Gods

In the beginning, the world was not born-it was shaped.

From nothing, the gods carved oceans and skies, flame and stone, breath and shadow. Each force was given a ruler, each ruler a purpose. Above them all stood the kings of heaven, sea, and the Underworld, guarding a fragile balance forged by power.

For a time, it held.

But eternity breeds desire, and desire turns to greed.

The gods wanted more-more land, more worship, more control. What began as creation became conquest, and conquest became war. A war without victory. A war without end.

Heaven shattered.
The seas rose in fury.
The Underworld opened its gates.

Children were born into this endless conflict-raised in palaces of light, in kingdoms of shadow, in places untouched by the war. Some were meant to rule. Some were meant to fight.

And some were never meant to exist at all.

Secrets were hidden among the gods. Weapons were forged in silence. Fates were intertwined long before they ever met.

Because even in a world ruled by immortals, there is one force the gods have never been able to control-

Love.

And when love rises where it is forbidden, even gods must fall.