First, there was nothing. Then, there were two Brothers. The God of Light and the God of Darkness. They came out of nothing. And they were surrounded by nothing.
After many eons, the Brothers grew weary of the nothingness. They wanted there to be something. So they began to create. They created space and time. They created the stars. They created their first planet. They created land, oceans, plants, animals, and magic.
But that was not enough for them. They wanted to create something special. Something that could think like them, reason like them, and speak like them. So they decided to create the first humans. A man and a woman. Neither of them had names yet. At first, the Brothers were proud of their new creation. But then, they realized that something was wrong.
The man and the woman did not have their souls. And souls were an integral part of what makes humans… human. Without a soul, you would be something that looks like a human, talks like a human, acts like a human, but is not quite a human. The man and the woman started out as pure beings, but they grew up into vile, depraved, sadistic, wretched things.
The Brothers, disgusted and ashamed by what they created, destroyed the man and the woman, and in their place, created real humans with real souls. They thought they had erased their mistake. But the man and the woman lived on. For reasons beyond comprehension, death no longer had a hold on them. The Brothers, even with their immense power, could only get rid of them for a short period of time. The man and the woman, essentially immortal, chose to hide themselves by blending in with the new humans. The Brothers were none the wiser.
After Salem launched her attack on the Brothers and failed, nearly all of humanity was wiped out from existence. Disgruntled, the Brothers abandoned this world and went on to create new ones. Only four humans survived the entire ordeal. Ozma, the reincarnating warrior, Salem, the Grimm witch, and of course, the nameless man and the nameless woman.
As time passed, humanity began to prosper again. A new race, the Faunus, emerged alongside them. So did the Grimm. Magic no longer existed, but the discovery of Dust provided a decent substitute. Ozma and Salem continued their battle with each other, recruiting pawns and soldiers into their seemingly never-ending war. But the man and the woman did not care about any of that. They only cared about spreading as much havoc and chaos as they possibly could. And that was exactly what they did. No matter where they went, there was death, misery, and bloodshed, but they would always leave before they could be caught in the act.
Every terrible thing that happened in humanity's history could be traced back to these two. They invaded and ruled over countless villages, only to burn them and their inhabitants to the ground after they've had their fun. They kidnapped innocent people from their homes and tortured them in horrific ways before feeding their remains to the Grimm. Their silver tongues were what caused the humans to turn on and discriminate against the faunus. They were even responsible for escalating the tensions between the nations, which led to the Great War. They were the literal embodiments of devils, and they enjoyed every moment of it.
But even for them, doing the same things over and over again could get tiring. That was what happened to the woman. For her, torturing and murdering people was still amusing, but the routine itself was getting old. She wanted to do something new, something that she had never done before. So the man and the woman decided to go their separate ways.
After many years, the woman had finally perfected her new routine. Taking on her new persona as Mother, she would search and search and search, until she found the perfect family to target. She would kill the matriarch of that family, and then, in their grieving and moment of weakness, force herself into their lives and do whatever she wanted with them.
To Mother, there was nothing more satisfying than having an entire family under your thumb. The fear and power that came with it was almost addicting. And of course, if there were too many members to her liking, she could always help herself to a midnight snack.
That was her routine ever since. Mother would find and torment a random family, then move on to another one if she got bored of them. Sometimes, she would kill them all and leave no survivors. Other times, if she was in a particularly good mood, she would simply leave them, like she did with Jacques' family. Really, Jacques had no idea how lucky he was.
Mother was vain, proud, and arrogant. She thought that she would never die.
But on one fateful night, her supposed immortality was about to be put to the test.