Intro

Open and wide this deep canvas of black.

The vastness of this space, wherein it's infinite lengths and beyond are veiled in deep darkness that enshroud the entirety of its very being.

Where no color of blue or green could be seen in its skyward void expanse, and the only thing present was a dark, all-consuming black, that encroaches every corner and surface.

Everwinter chill permeates around the atmosphere, a biting and stabbing cold that could make the those who are fleshless and unfeeling shiver. Those in their whole life who didn't feel the presence of earthly cold would feel it.

Light was absent and nothing could be found shining in its sunless landscape. No moon to cast a silver lining, not even the most minute or waning flicker, spark or ray of light is seen illuminating, almost frightened to be born in reality.

And in its very center, bound and chained, lies here a being.

Part of the 7 first beings to be born of the void, the ones who were the first to breath an inhale of life.

He was the lastborn.

Imprisoned by his siblings in this empty hell for his chaotic rampage against the kingdom of the deities, Cedalium, sparking forth a war that razed worlds and committing the most violent and abominable of sins.

The murder of the Golden King

Once he was revered, sculptures were raised high and tall over landscapes and kingdoms rose in his honor, in the likeness of a merciful saint and a guardian protector being believed all across the races that first lived.

All his creations across the worlds would give their devotion to him, a widespread faith was made in his name, and many would pray to him in hopes of gaining favor and for him to grant them miracles and boons.

He was a deity.

He was one of the grand forger and creator smiths accompanied by his siblings that built and formed the very planets they had resided on.

Where with their powers, they decorated the empty void with celestial wonders of stars, galaxies and universes, stellar rarities born out from their own palms unto the void, enchanting the celestial landscape with color and radiant light.

They created the master gears of life, and soon the living and breathing came walking. The first ever races trudging along the untouched earth of the planets, the formations of their bodies still unshaped and unformed.

But it was told along the aging years, that the lastborn had become mad in insanity and was corrupted by the tempting force of greed, wanting to put all the cosmos and reality in his singular rule.

He raised a terrifying army of black, soldiers of shadow that were mighty enough to triumph over the legions and armadas of the armies of the planets, and he laid a savage siege.

Decimation laid across the worlds, there surface's razed to destruction and a ruination of a grandeur scale took forth in those dark ages as the black army trampled the planets.

A countless number of kingdoms and empires, the rising nations and downfall of both, now laid equal in the dirt as they were reduced to rubble and ash.

His conquest know was coming to its end, his chaotic rampage now bearing fruit as it led him to the gates of his once glorious castle, now cracked and fallen from its grace.

He pierced through the door, and at the center of the roundtable of thrones, sitting there, his brother.

He bellowed out in rage, shouting the name of his elder kinsman as he strode forth with blade raised high aiming on the assault, and they clashed in battle.

Strikes were blown, techniques of blades poured out and ultimate spells were traded between them, trembling the entire cosmos as their power rippled out when each attack landed, in weapon or of god-flesh.

This was a battle of Deities.

The worlds trembled, the grand bastion, Cedelium was now being destroyed inside out, cracks forming like the veins of flesh, the floors now chasms of jagged rocks. The glorious murals on the roofs were now laid on the ground, the marble-gold pillars now shattered and broken and the artifacts that decorated it were strewn across.

Cedelium was destroyed in this battle.

And as he struck the heart of his elder brother, now defeated on the ground, he rejoiced with a shout, he had won.

As the life out of his brother's eyes were fading out, a great flash of light, rising beacon-like, throbbed out of the Golden King's body, a radiant golden glow piercing through the gray skies before abruptly flickering to an end.

He laid there with sword in hand at his brother, crouched in his knees, battered and weakened, blood pooling from the deep well of wounds in his body.

The remaining siblings gathered, banding together seeing this opportunity, had ambushed him at his broken state.

They bound his limbs in unbreakable chains, striking him in every which was possible, and made a desperate move to stop him completely, all of them were badly wounded in this great sacrifice.

Converging their mighty powers, the very essences of creation, the origins of everything in existence, funneling them down to a singular point, and emerging forth was the subspace of nothingness that would serve as his chamber.

And there he rests, spending his undying immortality.