Creation & Deception
Before history, before time, before even the idea of existence itself.
There was only the First Will—an Absolute Being,
No shape. No thought. Just endless power waiting to become something.
From its spark, the gods were birthed.
It did not speak creation into being.It dreamed it.
From that dream came motion, and from motion, the first pulse of awareness.
In that single heartbeat
Countless fragments of the Will broke free—each one forming consciousness, taking shape according to the part of creation it understood.
These fragments became the Gods, each born from a piece of the First Will's essence.
These gods were not all-knowing, but absolute. Each ruled over a part of reality itself.
They were not born equal, nor united.
Some gods embodied order, others chaos. Some sought to build; others, to destroy.
The strongest among them rose first, drawn to the silent void that stretched forever.
One looked upon it and saw emptiness that could be filled.
He was Chronalis, who would master the flow of space and time.
Where others hesitated, he acted.
Chronalis God of Space and Time, stood in the void, seeing all that could be.
With a thought.
He stretched space and folded time, creating every star, every galaxy, every world burning within the newborn void.
Light spilled into the darkness for the first time.
Nebulae bloomed like vast clouds of fire, and the silence of eternity filled with motion.
From nothingness, he built balance; realms layered upon realms, each realm being distinct from the other
Some being bound by the concept of time, whereas the other's aren't
Elysium came first, calm and still.
Elysium, a different realm, in which the flow of time was completely halted,
Time did not move there.
Air was overflowing with Holy Veyra, the divine power that birthed the angels, and gave them their light.
Then came the Null Zone, vast and empty crafted by Vorrak, God of Darkness.
It stretched without end, filled with dark Veyra, the essence of shadow itself
That became home to the demons, the ones who thrived in silence and endless night.
Aionyx, God of All Elements, took what remained and molded Earth, the mortal realm.
Filling it with the essence of fire, water, wind, stone, and all living nature.
However, even before the First Will, there was only the Veyra.
The Veyra is not a spell book, not a language, not even a force.
It is a living web of magic, which exists throughout the infinite universe. The gods didn't create the Veyra.
Neither did the absolute being.
They woke up to it.
Some say it's will. Others call it instinct.
But to use it, you need more than skill.
You need will and intent.
Anger makes fire burn hotter.
Grief pulls shadows deeper.
Love can even heal.
Arising from the edges of creation, something unexpected formed, Vampires, immortals born by chance.
Chronalis & Aionyx, appointed an angel as the King of Angels someone who can guide and lead the angels.
In Elysium, Lahabriel was chosen to lead the angels.
Lahabriel, chosen by Chronalis and Aionyx to rule the legions of Elysium, he was noble, brilliant and deeply discontent.
He was powerful, radiant, and endlessly ambitious.
For ages, he led Heaven's legions and kept order among them.
A thousand eternal years of stillness bred a quiet hunger.Where others saw perfection, Lahabriel saw lifelessness.
But eternity changes things.
Peace turns to boredom.
Boredom turns to hunger.
And hunger becomes something worse.
Lahabriel grew tired of peace. He wanted more—more life, more control, more meaning.
He often stood at the edge of Elysium, where the light faded into the void. His reflection shimmered in the holy mist as he whispered to himself:
"We call this paradise, yet it never changes. The gods sleep, and we just watch. Maybe creation needs something... louder."
He looked at Earth and saw a world full of freedom, and he envied it.
He smiled faintly, voice low and certain.
"If the world won't move, I'll move it myself."
At first, Lahabriel desired to rule the earth.
But his desire grew quickly. He wanted it all, every realm, every spark of Veyra under his command.
He knew he couldn't win through strength alone, his power—absorbing life energy—was useless against demons and vampires
So he turned to deception.
He went before Aionyx, his tone calm, his wings lowered in false humility.
"My lord," Lahabriel said, "the shadows stir below. The demons and vampires whisper of rebellion. They prepare to strike against your creation."
Aionyx observed him. "You're certain of this?"
"I've seen their movements," Lahabriel lied. "Earth will fall if we do nothing. Give us the strength to defend it, and I'll make sure it endures."
Fear struck Aionyx, and so he granted the angels vast reserves of elemental Veyra.
Lahabriel didn't use it right away. He stored it. Waited.
He twisted words, planted doubts, and prepared his army.
Then, at last, he struck.
Heaven's power rained upon Earth.
The King of the Vampires; Kaelvorn, quickly took notice of this, and begged an alliance between the demons.
The Great War had begun, not from justice, but from one angel's hunger to feel alive again.
When the truth reached Kaelvorn, King of Vampires, he gathered his council. His eyes burned with quiet fury.
"Heaven wants war," Kaelvorn said. "Then we'll give them one."
He turned to Amura, King of Demons, who had watched the chaos unfold from the shadows.
"You've seen his lies. Join us. Let him choke on the flames he started."
Amura's grin was sharp. "Three million strong, and still growing. Let the angel come."
As the realms prepared for war, Lahabriel stood on the edge of his citadel, staring down at the mortal realm below.
Light from the stars gleamed across his armor, cold and distant.
"They'll call me a monster," he murmured. "But the only monsters are the only ones who never change anything."
To Be Continued....