`PRELUDE - Genesis

Centuries have past since the beginning of our world; centuries but perhaps more. It seems so long ago now, when I was summoned to the audience of the Gods. So long ago, but the memory is forever planted deep within my mind, forever until death and even then beyond. As if it had happened yesterday, I remember…

“Nikoleas Urau.”

It was a deep rumble through the chambers as the young scholar ignored his instinctive reaction to cringe in fear. Standing with his shoulders square, chin up, and eyes focused; he was surrounded by some of the most powerful beings in this world alone. And yet, his mentor’s teachings in the strength of will and the mind had given him a valuable advantage; he would not fear them. However, he would respect them. They were the very foundations of the entire universe. They were Gods.

“It has been said that you are an extremely capable scholar,” a feminine voice continued on; Nikoleas tried to ignore the fact that his ego was swelling with pride. Did he just receive a compliment from a God, or like always, was he digging too far underneath the underlying meaning of words spoken? His mentor always chided him for doing that. However, it was also a good quality for him; as a scholar, one needed to pick apart everything. They had to look underneath the underneath and find those hidden meanings.

“Let’s get to the point, shall we?” a younger, impatient masculine voice picked up where the female had left off – like something that was perfectly rehearsed, but not, they were fluid in their words; radiating something that was beyond the word indescribable. “You’re skills are needed.”

…and so, with these four words; I became the scholar of our world. It would be my duty from there on out to record the very makings of a dream thinly spread. How many times had they all tried it, after all? It was no secret. This was nothing history had not already tried to accomplish.

Their goal; to create the ultimate civilization; to form Utopia.

Four Gods.

Three lies.

Two mistakes.

One World.

A world had begun; a Kingdom was created, by the powers of three Gods – Juudas, the Wise; Korvhan, the Beast; Niare, the Warrior; and Sien, the Illusive.

For a while, it might have been a Utopia. Something that was extraordinary. It was amazing, and righteous, and it went against all human nature. It was a fairy tale; a myth; something out of a child’s story book. However in the end, the truth would have to be faced; Utopia wasn’t supposed to be made into a reality. It was a faraway dream that would never survive; couldn’t survive. In every single being’s nature, there was always something that would conflict with the goal. It was a fragile hope that would be blown away before their goal would be fulfilled.

One Kingdom would never be big enough for the likes of four Gods; eventually, self-righteousness overwhelmed even the most strong willed out of them, and the world was divided into four Realms.

Niare, the Warrior, the strongest of fighters amongst all Gods alike; she made her Realm, Ebon-Rih, in the Southern regions of the World. Korvhan, being the wild natured young God he was, untamable; he created his Realm, Taravehan, in the Eastern regions where the lands were thick with forests. Sien created his Realm, Azrazel, in the Western regions; a place cloaked in shadows. Whilst lastly, the Wise God Juudas remained in Edil-Amandrah.

Perhaps it wasn’t Utopia; maybe it wasn’t a place of purity; possibly, it was simply like the rest of the universe. However, for a time, it was a peaceful world; one that did not suffer the conflict of death or darkness or evil. But one cannot expect a fairytale such as it to last forever. After decades of serene existence; disaster struck when it most unexpected.

Sien has always been a God of high goals; his intentions were purely for himself and his own gain. He was proclaimed to be the foundations of ‘Sin’ itself, Sien always wanted more – power, over all, was his main drive. He wanted it all; to be the strongest of them all. And so, after Sien coaxed his sister Niare onto his side, all four Realms would go to war.

It was a magnificent battle, from the records attained. The God Sien was cunning; a brilliant strategist, with the power to strengthen the possibility of attaining his goals. With his sister, the Goddess Niare; Azrazel and Ebon-Rih formed an army that was of one of the greatest calibers the entire universe had ever bared witness to. I do not believe that there shall be a battle ever quite like it again.

The battle would see the fall of Niare; the greatest fighter she may have been, but even she could not match up to the Beast, Korvhan. The death of the Goddess of Ebon-Rih would instantly have her son, Lucivar, stated as the new God of the Realm. As a young man, not even yet twenty, he was advised by the council of Ebon-Rih to forfeit and ally themselves with Taravehan and Edil-Amandrah. Sien’s goals had never appealed to the council, and in all truth, they had never really sat well with Niare, either.

The loss of Ebon-Rih’s support was a hard blow to Sien’s campaign, and Azrazel – though a strong Realm – was destroyed and left in ruins. Not long after, during one of the most spectacular battles between Gods; Juudas defeated Sien, and banished him to the Forgotten World. As one of the strongest out of the nine Gods, though, Juudas hadn’t come out of the battle unscathed. He might be alive at present, but he is not as strong as he once was.

After the Great Battle, the Realms slowly rebuilt themselves; ever growing and developing. Ebon-Rih ensured its alliance with Taravehan and Edil-Amandrah and redeemed itself after decades. Seven hundred years have passed since the day Sien fell.

It has been an awful long time for him to plot his return.

I fear the worst has yet to come; and as the Gods begin to assemble, it is realized that banishment would not protect their Realms from the threat that is Sien.

At large once again, Sien threatens the existence of all beings in the World that do not meet to the demands of his goals. Controlling an army of Demons and other foul creatures, he awaits for the opportune moment to strike and take his reward. Within a World of magic and myth; who shall succeed? Will Sien finally have his life’s goal? Or can the Gods defeat him? Who shall die, this time? What will be the aftermath?

The prelude to the final act commences.