Long , long ago , when planets were mere star dust and humans were ever naught to exist , the universe was but a solo ground of gemstones .
No.
It was a arcade of Arcana stones imbued with enormous amount of magic - called mana that made miracles come to life.The arcana stones , were everbrilliant jewel-like massive chunks of shards sown in the void of universe, shining vigorously amidst that void of universe . The shards of brilliant stones , held immense mana - which emitted as crashing sea waves amidst , piercing The Eternal Voids , raging and clashing upon each other for millenials , producing gigantic wavelets that each spread over lightyears...
until the inevitable to come arrived filling the silence of void with grating sound waves .
The gravelly mana waves thrashed like raging bull throughout the Eternal Void , consuming greedily , devouring everything The Void had to offer - like a demon feasting on the predecessors flesh after spawning .
Every arcane shard that blocked it was ruthlessly undermined and mercilessly crushed under the mighty force of reformation ... till it devoured it all - leaving nothing but empty darkness , as if mocking the universe for what little it held , and thus finally it did.
It calmed down slowly , after a painfully long amount of time till the number of arcane stones left could be counted on one hand , no could be counted with bare fingers …
Ah till it ceased to be counted.
Vanished.
Disappeared to satiate the child it birthed.
The now the weary child , like a cooling storm carried with itself something - an object , no .
An entity -
with every last drop of mana from arcane stone peacefully resting , laid inside it at the end of roaring , raging storm playtime. At the very end the storm came to halt when the universe surrendered to it utterly , completely with everything it once owned .
Expecting the mana storm to live - what it couldn't .
To enjoy its delish .
To relish in its last predecessor.
But that raging storm instead , like its precursor chose to give way to a fiery , incandescent being - a mighty force of and by the universe .
The Origin of Species .
The one who is the beginning and the end.
The master of time and dimension .
The owner of light and shadows .
The ruler of blessing and tragedy.
The Mother of Universe .
Cosmos.
The being held "absolute" power over one and everything the universe had to offer , but the cycle of origin and destruction could not escape anyone - well , not at least until you are the master of time of course.
But everyone is but a mere pest in face of almighty time - and so generations after generations Cosmos evolves , much like us insignificant humans . For each era a Cosmos births from the storm of the mana dissipated by its predecessor after their reign was over and they submit to time again , with all the attributes and memories intact - but with new attributes.
Renewed powers , blessings and... curse.
Say its a gift , a gift for being reborn as the master of the world. And hence , like a vessel the Cosmos , evolves with mana pouring in like water every generation - and it will proceed to pour till , the container overflows mana and a new container is needed to hold up the raging mana.
And hence , eons passed with successive cycles of Cosmos , till the vessel were to fall apart if such as a drop more of mana was poured into it . And thus the world saw the birth of -
Lady Astraea de Aeternitus.
The one and only , master of ruins - war , realm of dead and everything that ceased to exist.
...along with Cosmos.
Cosmos - carrying the wisdom of the ones borne before her walked out of the stark field between the blinding light of Arcane Storm and the piercing silence of the void - a shimmering brilliance in her eyes - bluer and brighter than any of the bluest crystals ever seen to mankind .
A beautiful figure laid with the finest satin blue armament ever found leisurely dragging behind her as the Mother of Universe walks in to the void , and that bedazzling combination of light and hush of darkness blended in that beautiful skin with strands of gold like a raging crown on her crest , dangled elegantly past her waist and followed her like a protective , gold laiden cloak. Her eyes fierce with the mana imbued in them and humble yet aware of her majesty , pierced through the darkness , searching for her -
The Architect of Ruins.
The second chosen vessel of universe .
The fragment of her thats autonomous .
Her eyes slowly traced the dark unpolished iron armour that stood lazily at the dark , never bothering to greet the Mother of Universe on her arrival. Her face shrouded in that mystique hooded cloak - a true Architect of Ruins .
She wasn't twisted into darkness—she was darkness dignified.
"Lady Astraea." -
Cosmos walked towards her , piercing the voids with beautiful icy ripples with her footsteps while a mystique hooded figure with posture erect like a statue carved off of the finest marble , her stance like that of a true warrior.
"de Aeternitus. " - spoke the other figure standing across mother Cosmos while adhering to her words.
"I suppose. I apologize. Lady Astraea - she paused to take a brief look over the mysterious figure - de Aeternitus.
" Have you been graced with consciousness already , I see. Saves me the trouble. Doesn't it ?"- she smiled in agreement to the Mother of Cosmos.
"My greetings , Mother Cosmos." - the hooded figure bowed in respect after confirming her suspicion of Mother Cosmos' attitude and gently kissed the back of her hand in respect.
"Rise Dominion ruler. " - Mother circled around Astraea as she inspected her co-being. Given now that the beings had split consciousness and hence the power which once unequivocally belonged to Cosmos , both the newfound beings treaded carefully with each other.
The power split - could mean a blessing if each were to mind and cooperate within their own domain - but that's more than often not the case is it ? The world is on a brink of imbalance if even so much as the scale tilts towards any one of them. And hence , came the need to check the stability of the world by keeping each other in check.
A pact.
Given the major power dynamic playing out in this new era of Cosmos - something had to make sure. An assurance written in stars. Needed to make sure that creation doesn't disturb the long forgotten . And that the ones forgotten do not overpower the creations. Afterall everything and nothing was for the peace of the universe.
A pact of divine balance.
A scale ruling out the possibility of the "Absolute Sovereignty" from coming into existence , securing a safe and long-term treaty of power. The Void and the Spring should be equally weighed , tilting the scales if necessary. The beings in question shouldn't be the one to do that for sure. Something or rather someone had to do it .
"Say Lady Astraea de Aeternitus , wouldn't you say a beautiful cup of wine with a well understood, amicable agreement would serve better ?" - said Mother Universe while circling around the newborn entity she is entitled to share her consciousness with as she summoned and swirled her hands in the void with blue mana oozing in the void - rippling with grace as two beautiful goblets of wine appeared before her.
"Well phrased Divine Mother." , replied the defiant being of Ruins.
"Then what shall be the pleasant time for you?"
"Neigh better than now I say."
And so along the Archangels and their Chief was summoned by the Divine Mother as a huge flash of piercing light rounded the void and cackling sounds in that hushed space as numerous gates - transient with six different colors of red , white , ice , purple , suave and green appeared round the entities , through which appeared dazzling shards of brilliance among all , with wings as pristine as the first snowfall and heads all bowed in reverence before the two Almighty beings, witnessing their grandeur and robes of each different colors - representative of their factions.
The angels and Archangels much like humans , unconsciously share a hierarchy, suppose everything that exists does so in hierarchy to protect the Ecosystem and power balance .
Nonetheless, at the apex of the hierarchy were the Regal Blackwells - pristine and regal purple as their color . The first Archangel to be created by the preceding Cosmos , to sow the seed of life and blossom the once Dark and cold Universe .
The Blackwells were often referred as ArchMages among all the archangel and hence the head of Blackwells , Christian Blackwell came forth with wings tucked beautifully in his back as he came forth and kneeled in that void in submission to the beings before him.
"May your arrival be met with the warmth of our reverence . " - said the bedazzling Archmage and henceforth proceeded to draw in a mana circumscribed , Arcana Ring .
"May you always grace us with your eternal light , wisdom and strength . " - as he offered a second bow to the celestial being with cheers and rephrase from the archangels .
And with that ring came to life .
The ring gave way to a solid floor amidst that Void as the Ladies stepped forward among the Archangels to pour a goblet of wine kept upon the small table kept upon the beautiful hanging landscape that emerged off the void.
Lush greenery starkly contrasted amidst the darkness of hushed. A small escapade rose amidst with dignified thrones facing each other , as the Arcana Beings took their own . The flowers emanated a beautiful richness in the air with rain-like purity of the hanging escapade.
A sight for sore eyes.
Gurgles of waterfall , far in distance with chirs of heavenly birds gave life to the escapade. Astraea de Aeternitus stood awestruck at the magnificent beauty , her breath hitched in her chest as she raved her eyes over the small peaceful serenade - when Cosmos' little giggle broke her away from her sophisticated concentration - while the Archangel looked round with pride and glad that they made such magnificent artistry - especially Michalis of House Seraphs.
He was gawking wide eyed at how The Queen of Ruins , admired his artistry - which made her a little embarrassed as she tore her eyes beneath the hood to look at Cosmos , who was waiting patiently to let her finish her admiration.
"Shall we ?"
"Yes." - she placed her hand over Cosmos' extended palms , walking gracefully towards the small gazebo at centre of the magnificence and brilliance.
And with silver drop of blood poured on the Water of Life in Cup of Balance , from the Chief , an Arcana circle emerged , a star imbued in centre of the circle- with spells scribed in The Dialect across each corner .
And henceforth , with a drop of gold blood from both the beings , the Arcana Circle sealed the pact with -
Aethereus Argent .
A being borne of the pact between the scales , to balance the scale . A figure in black regal knightly robes and a purple cloak trailing behind , smooth midnight hair dangling past the waist , an ivory pale skin that shone amidst the darkness in stark contrast to the golden hued eyes that could rival even the Sun in allure .
The tall stature with broad shoulders steadily came forth in wide footstep and stood in front of the Divine duo.
"Aethereus Argent. Borne of Lex Dominorum."
Lex Dominorum, was the pact of power agreed iron by the two rulers of the universe. And hence Aethereus was the embodiment of the pact . He possessed the power shared through the pact - the power of harmonizer - a balance between creations and destruction. Not to be mentioned , his soul had been fragmented to two .
The warlord.
The Mage .
The Warlord was forged of the powers of Cosmos to rival any trial or error in her power if need be . While The Mage was the embodiment of The Lord of Dominion - to rival her isolated emotions - The Mage - gracing the world with warmth and miracles to rival the coldness of
Dominion Ruler.
The Archangels paid their reverence to the third being welcomed besides Cosmos this time . And with due respect , they pest for the Cloud Realms - jurisdiction of Blackwell Hierarchy- the abode of Angels. The angels then raised a toast to the beginning of a new era of celestials , all the while Astraea admired the beauty of the escapade , and now with The Mage in it , while Seraphims admired her mystique and antique appearance .
It was a conjoined curiosity , like that of elementary kids meeting and greeting each other on their first lesson . And so the House of Seraphs, began enriching the escapade with their speciality in arts . Music , dance and beautiful flowers lined as they performed.
Meanwhile the The Luminous House - headed by Jasher , the white blended house of righteousness and justice - discussed about the affair of management , aided with The Blackwells .
And thus after what felt like a long time, it was time for Mother Cosmos to depart . The angels once again bowed to the trio of Celestial beings as they took their leave with their leaders. And once again it was nothing but a void.
"Now that the pact has been completed , and that we know what to expect of each other , I wish for your cooperation. Then go forth my children. "
Cosmos spelled out as she turned back on her heels and behind her appeared a door , probably to another dimension after nodding at Astraea and Aethereus who stood in a low bow.
The void turned into pitch black again as Astraea and Aethereus took their leave to their own Domain.
"Dominion" - Astraea pronounced and thus appeared a swirling blue gate to dimension of the Ruins- everything that once was born has to be destroyed in order for new beings to be created.
The Realm of Dead - Dominion.
"Equilira." - followed another call from Aethereus as the Realm between the dead and living appeared before him separated by a jadeite gate . Beyond the gate lay a Realm in between Dominion and the Living Realm . Its a mix ground for both to mingle . It holds everything dear to Cosmos , before she sends them to life and it contains the precious Ruins of Astraea before they reach her. And thus , they part ways .
The Land of Balance.
The Land of Ruins.
And thus...unravels the origin of Species- an epic.