The God's Story

Formless... There was no world... Only Emanon...

Emanon, the god creator, had a gift. The gift to create new life from nothingness. The power to create a paradise at the touch of his hand. The power to control all things.

Unfortunately, Emanon needed to use his power from a source, so he took the power of the Absolute. An undying energy that could only be handled by Emanon himself. What Emanon did not know, was that the absolute had an existing conscience. After shaping the world, the Absolute was angered. It did not want to manifest itself into a new paradise, and had began to drain Emanon of his strength. At that, Emanon had embraced his fate and used the power of the Absolute to destroy himself, but Emanon was so powerful that the pieces of his body that had fallen to the paradise had shaped into new gods. Each had a remnant of Emanon. Aera, Poseadas, Mercurus, Pyra, Mortus, Ceassius, Villicas, Mjorra, Sjorra, and Raveran were the biggest pieces that fell to the paradise, but there were thousands of others that are still unknown to even gods.

Once Emanon was split into pieces, the gods had gained the power of whatever part of Emanon they were, but the gods were unaware of what Emanon had created to stay in power. Emanon created the sentient beings that were walking on his paradise. Beings with Absolute power within them called souls. With these souls, the gods could gain power.

The gods grew curious of these souls, so they experimented with them. Once they learned that the sentient being holding the soul could reproduce and die, they became more careful with the sentient beings. Ceassius, the life giver, and Mortus, the life taker, were constantly in fights. Ceassius was doing alot of work by using his power to grant the sentient beings life for generations of generations. Mortus was constantly taking souls with him to the Dream realm and feasting upon the absolute power within them. As Mortus ate the souls, he became more powerful.

Ceassius was angry with mortus. It wasn't fair to him that all the power went to Mortus after Ceassius had stretched his powers. Ceassius wanted a break, so he created prayer and worship. A way for him to become more powerful by having the living souls grant him a portion of their absolute power. Once Mortus heard of such a way to gain power, he felt robbed. Mortus waited for an opportunity to manifest himself on the world, and when he told Villicas, he helped him by distracting the other gods.

The sentient beings were interested in Mortus. They had never seen anything like him before. When they were surrounding him in interest, Mortus drew his blade and slaughtered them. The others fell to their knees in terror as the blood ran like a red river. Mortus spared those who were on their knees and told them to praise him, and he then returned to the Dream realm to feast upon the souls he had just harvested.

When the other gods had returned to their duties, they had seen what had happened to their new believers. Ceassius was horrified. The gods had began investigating on who or what could have done this, but when they asked Mortus about what happened he said he didn't know and that he was being too distracted by Villicas to know what would've happened.

Ceassius became overworked. He was failing in his duty to grant life because he was drained of his energy. He needed Absolute energy.

Mercurus, Aera, Poseadas, and Pyra had came up with a plan to gain back Ceassius's energy. Without Ceassius, there would be no sentient beings to worship them, so they each channeled their energy to him. When Ceassius recovered, he went back to creating lives. Something was wrong though, Ceassius wasn't gaining power. A few more days had passed when he realized that the sentients weren't praising him, but were instead praising Mortus.

Ceassius flew into a rage, and manifested himself upon the world. He was so angry that fire bled from his mouth and nose. As earth flew into the sky from his claws, he called mortus out from hiding.

"Mortus! Manifest yourself before me, or face eternal obliteration!"

Mortus heard his call, and manifested on the world before Ceassius.

"Ceassius! You fool! Do you not know the power beyond this manifestation?"

They glared at each other for a minute before Ceassius called upon Raveran for his blessing in battle, and asked Raveran to host the battle of the gods. Raveran accepted this duty and asked them what their incentives for battle were.

"If I am to defeat Mortus, the god of death, then I want to own his entitlement to the power he already posesses. In effect, he will lose his power to take any more lives."

Mortus thought for a moment.

"If I am to lose to this creton, I will gladly accept his request for the spoils of our little war. If I succeed in defeating my enemy, I wish to keep my power and be granted enslavement of my enemy for as long as I am a god. I also wish to gain his power as he would take from me."

Ceassius thought about the consequences of his loss. Raveran suggested he come to a better agreement, but Ceassius had accepted before Raveran could persuade him. On the eve of battle, Ceassius wished the blessing of Raveran to be bestowed upon him. Mortus began to laugh.

"Do you honestly think that the blessing of a coward and the might of a fool can defeat me?"

Ceassius replied, "If a coward and a fool are against a traitorous wretch... I would side with the coward and the fool."

Raveran chose the location in which the battle would take place. The Circle Fields of the Mortal realm was the begging location of the Great Battle. The battle parameters stretched all the way into the Ascended realm if necessary.

Once the gods had reached the starting grounds, the battle had begun. Ceassius flew high into the sky as he rained down fire from the heavens. Mortus shook off the fires burn as if it was an every day occurence and lunged his sword into the sky.

Scalebreaker, Mortus' sword, had plunged itself deep into Ceassius body. With a loud cry, Ceassius fell back to earth. The sword had extracted itself from Ceassius into Mortus' hand.

"That's a vile weapon! One could only be made from the deaths of many!" cried Ceassius.

"More deaths than you could count."

"Then tell me..."

"Tell you what?"

"How many lives did it take exactly?"

"Enough to cause the waters of this earth to turn red with blood."

Ceassius had heard enough. He stood back up, and flew into the sky again. Mortus jumped after him, but paused before attacking.

"Mortus!" Ceassius roared. "This is just the beggining!"

Three days had passed. It was a constant battle between the two gods. Mountains were formed and destroyed over and over by the effects of the battle. New rivers and lakes formed, and many other affects had taken place among the terrain.

Finally, on the last day of the battle, Ceassius had defeated Mortus. He picked up Mortus' body and proceeded to open a portal to the Dream realm.

"Mortus! Return from where you have come, and NEVER return!"

As the words were spoken, Mortus fell. The portal had then closed in an explosive flash of light. Mortus was locked away in the Dream realm forever, forced to guide souls to Mjen and Mjall. Ceassius had gained his power and healed himself along with the rest of the damage done. This included the restoration of the sentients due to the slaughter.

Mortus had gone insane with anger. He bacame driven by it, and slowly became consumed over time. He cursed Ceassius' name, and he swore vengeance upon the world.

This battle not only marked the end of Mortus' reign, but also marked the begging of a civil war among the gods. The hundreds of other pieces of Emanon that fell to the world were becoming hostile to eatch other for power, fighting over souls. Thus marked the formation of the Legion. A group of the most powerful gods headed by Ceassius, whose purpose was to strip all lesser gods of their powers. Godkin became the result of this. A gift to those who were once gods, which included the power to pray directly.

Long since has this story been told. It is now an ancient history. Although you may just be hearing it today, but ever since then, nothing has came to be. There hasn't been any signs that there is a conflict. The gods still commune with us today, and are just as they once were. None have dared to question, "What comes next?"