Moon of the past

 In the beginning there was only the void.

The world broiled in a chaotic expanse of primordial nothingness.

 Suddenly within the chaos a mutation occurred. Extinction and darkness gathered to the north, while light and creation took form in the south.

Mutually repelling each other these two forces took a semblance of will;

 The dark was called the abyssal void and the light was called the celestial forge. After existing in loneliness for eons they gave birth to the first humanoids; Nigh omnipotent celestial beings with near limitless power.

 The first gods.

 The Abyssal will created the four who would come to be known as the first devil emperors while the voice of creation gave birth to the four Celestial gods.

 Empowered by the forces of creation and destruction, together they were the eight primordials who gave the world a new balance. This balance allowed the developments of many creatures, and a myriad races.

 Of these the most unique were the human race. For within them rested infinite possibilities.

Having discovered the races ability to assimilate with divine power, through bestowments and rituals the primordials created a second generation of both devils and gods.

 However the remainder of the human race were exploited and oppressed by the gods that had previously been their kin. Used for several ceremonies and sacrifices they drifted towards the brink of extinction, all to this day.

 While humanity did indeed bear a dreadful fate they shared it with a few others. For Abyssal void and celestial forge refused to forget the thrills of motherhood.

 Across the eons either of them would spawn a primordial like the others. Embodying in particular the nature and power of an already existing primordial. And for a reason no one could comprehend, new primordials were always opposite the gender of the old primordial they sought to replace.

 Unfortunately time and time again they were destroyed by their original counterparts.

 For what if their power and prestige were ever challenged or even usruped by the new gods? And so they wished to remain unsurpassed forever.

 As the eons progressed it soon become the turn of the third devil empress Heide. The bane of reality, the Heretic empress, the soul stealer, the most beautiful creature among the devil gods.

 From the moment her new male doppelganger had been born she had been able to sense it. Known as one of the cruelest gods alive, she stuck to her title and did not hesitate to hunt down the new young primordial.

 However upon seeing him for the first time she could not bear to harm him. So she brought him back to her realm and sealed his divine power. She kept him captive in her domain and granted him the title of consort. He soon become her most beloved possession.

 The boy however had never once forgotten his place as a slave. Soon Heide unwittingly lowered her guard around him after a night of passion, allowing him to steal her abyssal treasure: The abstruse gemstone.

Being a primordial spawned to replace her, he also had some level of intimacy with the powerful artifact and triggered its world defying powers.

 He then vanished to a realm no one could trace. After which Heide flew into a maddened rage, beheading several of her own subjects in anger.

Since then the southern abyss had known no peace.

***

 On a different world shrouded in darkness, a world of eternal night, two young males in a dim cell gloomily conversed.

 Both were mired in dirt and soot from the cruel labor they were forced to shoulder each day. The boy on the left was lean and muscular, possessing a graceful face. His messy, disheveled dark hair sprawled all the way to his shoulder.

 However despite his appearance the light in his eyes were gentle, and they were lit with hope.

 Suddenly a large, burly, rotund, male with a cruel and scarred face stopped in front of the cell and commanded in a chilling voice.

 "You useless runts get out, we have arrived." He grunted.

 The boy cast his gaze to the one besides him. "Let's go, I don't want to lose dinner privileges."

 Chains clanged against the stone floor as the boy next to him rose. He too, was very young, seeming to be only about eighteen years in age. A ragged cloth covered his loins and his chest was laid bare, allowing all to lose themselves in his creamy chocolate colored skin.

 His eyes and hair were as dark as the night, and his skin glittered beautifully even in the dimmest of lights.

 "Sigh" The boy sighed softly. "The gunk they feed us isn't going to get any better."

 "Canaan, you really ought to be less of a pessimist. We are about to be bought, I hear from the other slaves that we will be sold to the house of Arzul. Even if we will only be slaves, we will be slaves of one of the five principal houses, our lives can only improve." The other replied.

To this the other boy sighed heavily once more.

He knew more than anyone that fate was never so kind.

 The world they lived on was a forsaken world, it was located in the depths of the northern abyss, and as such it possessed a dreadful curse.

It was world where the energy of extinction run rampant, it was completely isolated from the outside world, an eternal prison to sinful devils.

Even they, who had daarkness running through their veins could not withstand the sheer toxicity and volume of the negativity inhabiting this plane.

Eroded by the energy of extinction they could only suppress the darkness of a region of space while passing on their abilities and knowledge to their descendants, who were also forced into the same fate.

Even so their lives were putufl short and the darkness eroded at their life force and origin power till the day they perished.

 The original generation had long since died off with only their descendants remaining. Unfortunately their divine power had weakened through the successive generations to the extent that the current devil gods were extremely weak.

 Though still infinitely stronger than other races, any of their brethren that had not suffered the dreadful erosion could easily consign them to death.

 Fortunately after all this time the devil god inhabitants had driven the darkness to the border of their realms, freeing themselves of this curse.

Slowly but surely, their power now increased.

 Based on their lineage the devil gods separated themselves into the five principle houses. These were the most powerful forces within the supercontinent.

 The boys were being transported to the house of Arzul where they would be sold.

***

 While this occurred.

 "You Dare!" A young man screamed. Fury colored his charming face as he glowered at the guards barring his path. He was the consort of the princess of the house of Arzul. He was naturally exceedingly handsome, the luxurious and voluminous robes around him seemingly accentuated his noble air. Now though his expression was unrelenting and stormy as he faced the guard in front of him.

 "Lord Ralfor, noble prince consort, our dining pavilion has been closed since three hours ago. The pavilion master warned us not to allow anymore entries. I am afraid there is nothing we can do." The right guard said in a pleading tone.

 Registering the refusal his livid expression deepened. "How dare you. When I, a noble prince consort of the house of Arzul grace you with my presence, you should naturally receive me with courtesy no matter what. You have failed to do even that, so tell me then. How do you all want to die!?"

 He snarled. On other day he might not have adopted such a forceful stance, however he had to obtain what he wanted. It was a must! For tomorrow, a great celebration of epic proportions would occur.

 The princess Talia would reach the age of eighteen and officially become a pillar of the house. Naturally as her consort he had to please her as much as he could, which was why he currently harassed the fragrant night pavilion to have them produce their very best Jade soul dew.

 This jade soul due was a tea brewed with extremely potent spiritual herbs. Not only did it taste phenomenal, it calmed the focused the mind and relaxed the spirit.

 As a noble himself it would cost him much, however it would certainly put him leagues ahead of his other consorts.

 He flicked his finger delicately and immediately, a familiar sound rang out.

 *Pah*

 The right guard who had spoken now lay on the floor with a reddened cheek. He suddenly retched as he spat blood. Within his blood a few tooth fragments were present, one could imagine how ruthless the slap had been.

 "You!" The guard roared in outrage.

 "You" The youth repeated as a mocking gibe. "Filthy trash should keep their heads lowered. Yes I slapped you, what can you do about it. You should fervently wish that it should end with this slap. It is by the princesses will that I am wasting my time with you lot, your disrespect extends past me to her. I really wonder how long you plan on staying this earth."

 The guard swallowed whatever he had been about to say. In this realm offending the princess could be said to be worse than offending Lord Kaldur Arzul himself. The reason was simple. When the princes was born her skin glowed with a powerful crimson light.

 Devil gods had a peculiar trait, when they were born they glowed to reflect their lineage and talent. For the house of Arzul, the crimson glow, or the chaos blooded, was extremely rare. In the past millions of years only the princess Talia had been born with such shocking talent. When she bled, her blood appeared as a thick, broiling mass of magma crimson in color.

 Due to this she had been reserved two drops of The Shura devil emperor's blood essence, as well as his infernal art. The Arzul were a race known as Blood wraiths. And they were descended from the very first humans the Shura devil emperor had endowed with his blood. As such they also followed in his steps and studied a weaker version of his infernal art.

 However he decreed that should a blood wraith of sufficient talent appear she would be allowed to inherit his blood essence and cultivate his infernal art. Devils gods became more powerful with age however another variable affected their powers. The infernal art they cultivated. An infernal art at its core ware the principle with which high ranking devils nurtured the dark power within their own bodies to give rise to miraculous levels of strength. The higher the grade of an infernal art, and the higher the level of comprehension an individual had reached, the higher power they would be able to exert.

 Most devil clans and households possessed their own infernal arts.

 The Arzul possessed theirs however, Talia would be allowed to cultivate the infernal art of a primordial devil emperor. In terms of the quality of power she released she would no doubt exceed even her father at the arts lowest level, when she matured, who could stand in their way?

 As a result in the eyes of her clan, her importance exceeded everyone else's.

 More than anyone, Ralfor was aware of this. He was also aware of the gap between them and resolved to get into her good graces at all cost. Knowing how much the Fragrant Shadow pavilions delicacies pleased her, he had come to collect her favorite dish.

 "You better hurry and-" He began his tirade, unfortunately a robbed figure suddenly appeared between him and the guards and kicked his bowels with ruthless force.

 "Ugh." He groaned as he released his previous breakfast from captivity.

 "Who dares to-?"

 "AAAAARGH" He let out a sound akin to a squealing pig as the newcomer's foot ruthlessly squashed the bones in his wrist. He immediately fainted dead away.

 "Boss" His entourage surrounded him with panicked expressions, however they dared not to provoke the terrifying individual anymore.

 "Take him, and tell my dear niece to keep a tighter leash on her dogs, now get lost!!!" Immediately the tall cloaked figure swept his hand and a matchlessly powerful maelstrom threw all before him several kilometers away.

After falling they scrambled onto their feat.

 "We thank venerable one for showing mercy!" They yelled as they grabbed Ralfor and run off into the distance in a cowardly manner, afraid that their assailant might just change his mind and decide to silence them.