In the beginning, there was nothing…nothing, except for a single spark of hope. Hope that something could be formed from this void. From this spark was born a single creature: the Creator. The Creator forged the universe on the threshold of that chaos, shaping that spark, that single flame. That flame was transformed into the universe. It formed 27 worlds, and the countless stars in the heavens above them. Each of these worlds spawned life; trees, grass, insects, and animals all began to stir. From nothing came everything. The Creator shaped these creatures, giving them each different abilities. They were all different, but ultimately all vital to the universe. The Creator soon discovered that there was a power, an element, for every world that existed. Ungoverned, these powers began to interfere with this perfect universe. So the Creator gave two of the Greater races of beings, the Morphenites and the Gargathians, control over some these powers. Instead of balance being brought, chaos continued to grow. The two races began to war with each other, envious of each other’s gifts. The Creator quickly revoked these powers from them, but it was not enough. A deep hatred still existed between the two races. It was clear that mortals could not be trusted with the absolute control over these powers. So a race of gods was formed; 24 powerful, immortal creatures were crafted and each given a power to control. Lastly, 3 perfect beings were given life: the Imildrai. The Imildrai were each given one of the three supreme powers to control: Creation, Life, and Ether. The first, Zentenai, the Creator’s one and only son, was given sovereignty over all Creation. The second, whose name has ultimately been forgotten, was granted control over Life and Death. The third and final Imildrai, Artorius, was granted control over the heavens and the stars above them. Each of them was given a specially crafted sword: Isilenta, Divilenta, and Stratalenta. They were also given a fourth, Exavilenta, for them all to protect. The Creator told them that one day, a fourth Imildrai would come to claim the last weapon. He would be even more powerful than the others, and would ultimately save them from destruction. After this was completed, the Creator departed from the universe. With the 27 powers at last in good hands, peace was brought to the universe. For many ages, this continued, save for the quarrels of mortals, whose hearts are easily swayed.
Yet, nothing is meant to last forever. A fell shadow hovered over the hearts of all life. The presence of someone who absolutely opposed the creator was made known. A man who simply called himself The Void began to rise to power. He demanded that the swords of the Imildrai be relinquished to him, or he would take them by force. His terms were refused, and soon after the Air goddess was found slain. Rather disturbingly, her power was taken from her, leaving only a hollow shell behind. The Void had taken her power and added it to his own. Soon after, two of the Imildrai vanished, leaving only Artorius to defend the universe against The Void. One by one, many of the 24 gods were slain, their powers taken. Many tried to pray to the Creator, but no help came. The Void resurrected many of the gods he slew and led them in an assault on Artorius’s temple in the realm Stralatus. Artorius, knowing that he would not survive against such numbers, called down the stars from above the heavens. Fire rained down upon Stralatus, destroying most life in that world and changing the very face of it. Artorius was presumed to be dead, but The Void managed to escape with many of the resurrected gods. It seemed that The Void was closing in on destroying the spark of hope.
The last of the gods who resisted The Void gathered in Northerina, the Creator’s pride and joy, the most beautiful of all worlds. The gods sealed off the portals to the rest of the universe, trying to bide some time to prepare for the onslaught. The Void, however, had grown too strong for their defenses. He and his army assaulted the realm, hell-bent on crushing the resisting army. A great battle ensued, and most of the forces of both sides were killed. When the dust had settled, only two remained: The Void and the apprentice god of the nameless Imildrai. The Void offered the apprentice a deal: hand over the Imildrain weapons or die. The apprentice refused, and tried to take on The Void by himself. The apprentice was brought down nearly instantaneously and The Void moved in for the kill. Before he could do so, a blinding light shone from above. On a stairway of white light, the Creator descended upon the battlefield. The Void tossed aside the badly beaten apprentice and drew his black blade. For seven days and nights, the Creator and The Void were locked in battle, blade against blade. While The Void was strong, he was not nearly as strong as the Creator, and thus he was struck down. The Creator could not kill him, so instead he was banished to the space between the realms, where there was no means to survive.
When the battle was over, the Creator went over to the apprentice and healed most of his wounds, save for his badly scarred wings, which were beyond any repair. The apprentice was bestowed with the title of “The Last of the Incorruptible” and was given the powers over creation and life. He was given the task to restore life to the dying universe. When the Creator departed once more, he did what was asked of him. He breathed life back into an empty universe, hoping that peace would stay. The apprentice gave the power back to the universe, and swore that no matter how long it would take, he would see corruption’s end. But while the Creator had defeated the embodiment of corruption, his seeds were scattered throughout the 27 realms. Corruption continued to rise up, and another war ensued. A war so terrible, it was given the name of “The War of the Ages”, believed by the mortals and the new race of gods to be the accumulation of all warfare that had existed. The apprentice continually kept breathing life into the universe, and waited. He waited for the day when an heir to the Creator would be born into the universe and silence corruption once and for all.
