Between the heavens and the earth there exists yet another world, a realm that belongs to beings the Elder Gods long since appointed as the champions of Man. They are charged with the rule of the skies and the lands beneath them, and the care of humankind is their primary duty.
The Elder Gods brought them forth as sisters, twin sisters tied together from the moment of their birth. The life of one is meaningless without the existence of the other, and there is no greater bond then theirs. They were gifted with a mighty power and a heavy responsibility; one was chosen to oversee the day, and the other the night.
They possess a peculiar beauty, the sisters of Light and Darkness; like many things, they share their form, and all that differs between them is the colours of their hair, their eyes and their garb. Their hair is a train that reaches to their heels, shimmering as it is stirred by an ethereal wind. The glittering emerald of Light's eye matches the hue of her crown, but her sister's eyes are pale and grey, her hair long and black.
They are gentle and kind, but they are not without their faults. Light is prone to laziness; she will oft neglect her duty. Darkness is quick to anger, and only her sister may soothe her soul. Together, they rule the realm of the sky, dwelling in the midst of a city of angels.
Whether by the hand of Fate or coincidence, the sisters find favour with two angels among their entourage. The angels are twins also, brothers inseparable but for the creed they were born into. One serves the sister of Light; one serves the sister of Darkness. They both find themselves serving at the right hands of their mistresses, called upon to offer good council and their skilful arm when the trumpet of war is sounded.
Light's angel is a brave soul, and humility is one of his defining qualities; his brother is fiercely loyal, and will stand at his mistress' side until the end of days. Together, they stand above their fellow angels, invited into the intimate presence of the sisters. Upon their names do the sisters most often call, and the angels do not hesitate to answer. They carry their blade and bow forth, and strive to return victorious.
One day, Calamity emerges from her abode and makes her presence known within the realm of the sky. Light and Darkness are quick to accommodate her; she is the first daughter of the Elder Gods. Calamity has seen the last of the Nymphs in the depths of the Mirror, but she does not tell the sisters this. Instead, she politely – offhandedly – suggests that they renew their efforts to seek out and deliver judgement upon what she suspects to be the last remaining Nymph.
Light and Darkness did not readily contribute to the purge of the Nymphs, and Calamity sees fit to remind them of their duty to Man. As the sisters mutter their promises, Calamity turns her gaze upon the angels that stand in their wake. They are suitably entranced by her beauty, eyes sprung wide and jaws loose. She smirks at them, for surely they had once thought their mistresses to be the image of perfection. She notices the spark of flame that rises to the eye of Darkness' angel at her unspoken slight. Regardless, it is not of her concern; she cares only that the Nymph is discovered, and she makes this clear to the sisters.
When Calamity eventually takes her leave, the city of angels left entranced in her wake, Light and Darkness turn to each other and speak briefly before calling upon their angels. It is not long before the brothers retrieve their blade and bow and take flight, leaving the vast, beautiful city behind them to search the skies for the last of the Nymphs.
The promise of death is heavy upon their wings.