Yo, lLegendsl here!
As you may or may not know, I've been in a little rough patch of life, trying to get everything straightened out. That's pretty much the reason I haven't been updating regularly. I'd just like to say I have no intention to quitting Infinite Chase or writing fanfics in general; it'll probably be a little longer before I can find it in me to continuously and regularly post things. This was just a little idea that I put on paper a long while ago, with upcoming/developing chapters. I hope this sates any bloodlust toward my lack of chapters~
Once, there was nothing - there was only the Creator God. When the Creator God sculpted the universe for reasons unknown, there was no one else to share in its beauty, ugliness, and continued development. To ease the burden of maintaining the greatest of creations, the Creator God made several other beings to oversee and guide the world into continued creation, using the power that we mortals see as "good."
Thus, the four Goddesses were born.
Ernasis, goddess of courage and war. Lisnar, goddess of spirits and love. Armenian, goddess of wisdom and harmony. Agnesia, goddess of life and purity. Together, they created their own oasis in the endless and empty universe, a world blessed with beauty, life, and developing creativity. To celebrate their accomplishment and to honor their leader Ernasis, the world was given a name; Aernas.
However, there cannot be anything without its polar opposite. To continue to create, previous constructions must be destroyed. Tapping into the powers of "evil," the Creator God made beings with the duty of destruction. To prevent the conflicting forces from clashing, these beings were placed in another reality, who then fought, bickered, and killed before a superior race among them created their own civilization.
Thus, the Asmodians embraced their role of destruction.
These two powers were never meant to meet each other, and for a time it was true. The goddesses, now hailed as the Creators of Aernas, watched contentedly at the progress of the elves, dwarves, and human civilizations. As time passed, the goddesses fell in love with many of them, and with the assistance of their offspring, the land of Archimedia became the land blessed by gods. With the demigods as the leaders, they rallied the sentient races together to create the kingdom of Kounat. Under Kounat's rule, the elves developed more refined magic, and the dwarves' machinery became sturdier and more advanced. It was a golden age, where humans, elves, and dwarves cooperated to make a better life.
The Asmodians of Elyos, however, descended into war time and again as the weaker demons continued to challenge their rule. A tragedy occurred, involving a single Asmodian hero, and both sides of the war were practically decimated. Under the rule of the Asmodians once more, the demons slowly and painstakingly rebuilt. In a desire to end further wars, the Asmodians created a unified demonic army.
Sadly, it was not meant to be.
Unlike the Aernans, the Asmodian demons were well aware of another world, a world that symbolized everything opposite of theirs. That difference sparked fear in them, and eventually, the leader Heitaros Cratsus decided to end that fear the only way they knew how - through destruction.
The new war was swift and terrible, with both sides receiving heavy casualties. It began so quickly that not even the Asmodians had a chance to stop to reconsider or protest, and left the kingdom of Kounat, capital of Archimedia, in endless despair. The remaining three Goddesses rallied together, Agnesia having disappeared long ago, and led the Kounat army against the demonic horde. With each passing day, the bodies increased. In a last and desperate attempt to end the misery, Kounat activated the Aernas Hammer, a superweapon combining technology, magic, and the divine wrath of the gods. With one use, it ended the war. So powerful was the Aernas Hammer that it instantly vaporized the entire demonic infantry. Heitaros, heavily wounded and without an army, fled back to Elyos, and the surviving demons eventually followed suit.
The victory was not without sacrifices. Weakened and exhausted, the three Goddesses could no longer maintain their physical hold on Aernas. Reluctantly, they chose to return to their Creator God to recover, sealing off every portal between Aernas and Elyos as a final blessing. Those demons that did not make it back to Elyos began to corrupt the creatures of Aernas, giving birth to the first monsters and ending the era of peace that the world once was in. It seemed that the time of gods was over...
Long into the future, after the destruction of Kounat, in the absence of the Creators, a new line of gods took their place, known now as the Xenian Deities. No one knows how or when they appeared; perhaps they were an unknown creation of the Creators, or they were simply born out of the spirits of Aernas. They could even be the gods that left Archimedia under the care of the Goddesses. Whatever the case, the six Deities each embodied a certain area of influence, some crucial part to Aernan life.
Samsara, he who guides the Cycles of the world and herald of the original light.
Starkiln, avatar of Hellfire and anger, lord of all that burns above and below the world.
Yamini, owner of the scales of Judgement and symbol of cold, emotionless harmony.
Perseo, bearer of the darkness and Destruction within the earth and witness to its chaos.
Gaia, guardian of nature and gatekeeper of Life and death.
Thanatos, the one who looms over the shadow of Ascendancy.
Each area of influence is impossible without the others, yet each play a crucial role for every domain. In accordance to these unspoken laws, the Deities would not interfere with each other's doings. They would not fight. They would not trespass. Above all, they would not attempt to subjugate one another. For so long, these rules were abided by, and the Deities remained a respectful distance from one another.
Lately however, there have been rumors. Although the law of the Deities remains unbroken, there are dark whispers that the gods are no longer the same, hollow husks of their previous selves. They no longer speak, their domains unkept and silent, and their followers emanate a faint but unmistakable darkness. Every god is susceptible to influence, no matter how powerful, and it is rumored that they have fallen to the darkest kind. The one influence that all must fear, most of all gods.
The corruption, the curse, of Ascendancy.