The beginning, the void, darkness whatever you'd like to call it
that wasn't it. That nothing was everything: pure energy flowing and growing.
That energy took a form and gave birth to twins, the primordial gods.
Two of a kind.
The source of everything.
The manifestations of light and darkness, order and chaos, creation and destruction or the Sun and the Moon.
And that is where this tale takes us: to Tsukuyomi and his sister Amaterasu.
With their mere presence, the universe expanded. Suns and moons lit its emptiness,
but there was no life. Time went by billions of years wandering the vast universe.
The goddess grew bored and created humans.
Tsukuyomi wasn't jealous. She was his sister.
But she had toys, and he didn't.
Humans were weak, fragile creatures.
So he began experimenting. In his recklessness and immeasurable power,
he created celestial beings—lesser gods by comparison.
Amaterasu opposed letting them live among humans,
so she bestowed titles upon them: gods and goddesses.
He accepted it. It meant he could continue experimenting.
Thus the magical races came to life.
Thousands of years passed.
Amaterasu was a loving goddess from a distance.
She never cared if humans prayed to other gods.
But he did.
He didn't care for human love or devotion.
He despised the fact that other deities were seen as the strongest
and his name was forgotten.
Worse, his first creations believed it too.
Time in an endless universe flows differently for him,
and arrogance among gods grows easily.
Then one day, something inexplicable happened.
After years of human jealousy toward the powers of other races,
a human king declared demons the enemy of god and mankind.
That was the beginning of the First Celestial War.
A few mortals still whispered his name,
but none understood him.
Some called him the moon god, but that was a serious misconception.
He was all the moons, the darkness that envelops them,
and the essence of magic itself.
Destruction is as natural as birth.
So when humans condemned the demons, Tsukuyomi took it personally.
He was a strange god—careless, wandering.
He disappeared for so long that even young gods forgot he existed.
He explored worlds disguised as a mortal.
Until that day.
Tsukuyomi sat in a tavern, enjoying his drink and the company of strangers,
when he heard the whispers—the talk of demons being hunted.
Fury blinded his eyes.
The air froze; breathing felt like swallowing daggers.
No one dared move, though none knew why.
Before they realized the god among them,
the power he had been suppressing erupted.
His mortal form shattered.
His true body unfurled—huge, muscular, divine.
Wings burst out behind him, twenty meters each.
The moment his aura exploded,
half the planet vanished.
Left in crumbled ruin.
His war cry rose, tearing through heaven and earth.
And his fight...
was with Heaven.