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Authors Note: This is an alternate universe with an alternate time line.
Exodus of Power
Light was spread throughout existence, Darke had been left to radiate evil from his eternal prison; the traitor Mortilus had been broken by the golden wave and left tied to a physical shell that no longer operated, and Protos had seemingly returned to the matter from which he had been crafted along with the rest of the Covenant of Light. Of the three Avatars the The Life Giver had created, only Shadow survived. Peace reigned, balance had been achieved and tensions grew by the moment.
The struggle between good and evil, chaos and order, and light and dark, had not been settled. The removal of the opposing sides had left a vacuum that could not be filled by Shadow. As he tried to maintain the balance he found himself fighting an internal battle within his soul. Just as the conflict had driven The One to the point of insanity, so Shadow also suffered from the effects. But Shadow was unable to create new avatars and the internal conflict was tearing him apart… literally.
It started with Shadow talking to himself. The words turned harsh and those capable of sensing such things witnessed him arguing with the voices in his head. Soon words turned to violence as he tried to hurt himself to win the argument. As time passed Shadow reached the point of no return as his body mind and soul divided. With a bright flash of a new sun, Shadow was gone and in his place were those that would replace him and continue the struggle.
They fell through existence, thrown down from the highest planes where The One and those he had created had stood. They fell amongst those that the Celestials had created while Light and Darke had fought, those that had been birthed during the war but had not been a part of either the Army of Light or the Forces of Darke. They became the beings that would one day be regarded as the gods of their reality. They were divided between the good, the evil, the chaotic, the lawful, the creators and the destroyers, and those that represented various states of balance and neutrality. Groups formed among the many dimensions, creating pantheons to be worshipped by the lesser beings. Some chose forms that the mind could comprehend while others chose to resemble beasts.
Soon some of those gods tried to keep others from their domain. They erected boundaries to the planes and realms they occupied in the belief that the conflict would then be something they could escape when they wanted to. But such efforts only led to divisions within the pantheons as their memberships divided along the old lines of light and dark. It seemed that while balance and neutrality were acceptable, existence had no tolerance for peace.
While the newly created gods were settling into their new existence, the former followers of Light and Darke were coming to terms with their own circumstances. The golden wave had caused a cease fire as both sides had lost their figureheads, their generals and a large number of their forces. The golden wave had obliterated large numbers of Darke’s soldiers and trapped those fortunate enough to survive in empty or inhospitable realms. Those realms had been sealed to prevent escape, effectively separating the two sides.
The last of Darke’s army, made up of the twisted races, malignant spirits and astral parasites longed to fight on and take revenge for their defeat. But first they needed to break free of their prisons.
Despite being little more than puppets while Darke had been in command, some of his creations had gained freedom to act on their own in his absence. They believed themselves to be his rightful successors and vaguely aware of what had transpired in the universe beyond their prisons, started to call themselves Dark Gods. The survivors of Mortilus’ tribe held themselves above the normal servants of Darke. They thought of themselves as first class warriors of darkness and the others as lesser soldiers.
When the golden wave had finally vanished from sight, the many realms that were inhabited by the defeated Army of Darkness were drawn together into a single, many-layered dimension of darkness with a special plane of suffering reserved for the devils that had followed Mortilus on his treacherous campaign. It was even rumoured that Mortilus himself could be found lurking broken and helpless in the deepest parts of the realm, but then some also theorised that Darke himself was imprisoned at its very centre.
The Army of Light had also found a new home. Many of the realms they had occupied during the war had been devastated by Darke’s forces. Instead of rebuilding they had found a dimension that could accommodate the remainder of the tribes. They established new territories there under the guidance of the Covenant – for it seemed that while Protos had met a permanent end in the final battle and Mortilus was lost forever, others had survived their supposed deaths.
The Covenant established themselves as the Light Gods, leading those that were aware of the events happening elsewhere to designate the Dark and Light Gods as the Elder Gods and the pantheon birthed by Shadow as New Gods. The members of Protos’ tribe were chosen to become the Heavenly Saints, counterparts to Mortilus’ forces, while the rest became what the lesser peoples would refer to as Angels.
The gods soon grew tired of the constant fighting between good and evil. Being formed from Shadow’s essence they did not have the strict black-and-white view that their predecessors held. Even the most noble of their kind was flawed in some way and even the most wicked possessed a small redeeming feature. One thing they did enjoy was playing with the new races that had started to worship them. The Mortal Realms were filled with those they could influence and torment without fear of reprisals. They allowed the flawed little people to battle on their behalf, often throwing obstacles in their path for fun.
But while they amused themselves by believing that they controlled the events in the Mortal Realm, they failed to understand how they had been rendered unimportant by the weaker but by no means inferior creatures.
A new battleground had been discovered by accident. The forces of darkness had tried for centuries to break the walls of their prison, only to come to the conclusion that they could not be breached from the inside. However some had discovered that the walls that could not be breached, could be stretched. A new realm had formed, the realm of lesser beings that lacked the powers of those that came before – perhaps a sign that the Celestials charged with shaping existence had run out of ideas. The Mortal Realm as it had been dubbed could be reached from any of the other dimensions. And while those trapped within the darkness could not physically leave their prison, they could reach out to those that resided there, just as Darke had whispered in the ears of the Covenant. But before they could really make a play for their new target, they first had to settle their internal power struggles.
With Darke gone the Dark Gods had started to position themselves to establish their place as his rightful successor. Holding the belief that there could be only one ultimate being of evil within their ranks and that all others had to bow before that being, they refused to share power or negotiate. The dark forces were divided by infighting as the struggled to claim the title of Darkest. Eventually through conquest and alliances three of the Dark Gods emerged to claim their place as Darke’s successor.
The most powerful was Jeng’garr, the self-proclaimed Source of Evil. While to those that would come later all of the Dark Gods were immortal, they were capable of killing each other. Jeng’garr it seemed was immune from harm by either mortal or non-mortal means. Jeng’garr existed as dark energy possessing a lesser host. When the host was destroyed Jeng’garr would simply find a new host and without a host it was immune to harm. Jeng’garr was believed by many to have been one of those spawned by Darke himself. Currently inhabiting the body of a female, she was seductive, manipulative and vicious. She had drawn many an opponent in with her acts of supposed weakness only to strike the moment they fell for her deception. Jeng’garr led an army of those representing what some would consider the sinful evils.
Mallerok was considered second only to Jeng’garr, and many felt that was only because the two had never fought without interruption. While Jeng’garr sought the ordered corruption and subjugation of existence, Mallerok was wanted chaos and destruction. Mallerok corrupted all that followed it. Mallerok’s influence could be felt throughout existence and while it lacked Jeng’garr’s immortality, it was simply too vast to slay. In opposition to Jeng’garr taking on a female host, Mallerok was male. He was an unorthodox tactician, as skilled in planning as he was in combat. His schemes were designed to spread discord and chaos. He grew stronger as the universe around him burned.
Finally there was Sinn’narr. Compared to Jeng’garr and Mallerok, Sinn’narr was considered weak. He Sinn’narr lacked Jeng’garr’s immortal form and Mallerok’s ability to spread chaos wherever he went; he was magically and physically weaker than either of his rivals, but was ambitious and willing to do anything to get ahead. Sinn’narr emulated Mallerok, feeding off the energy of the Universe around him.
The last of Darke’s successors had yet to emerge as Sinn’narr, Mallerok and Jeng’garr fought. It was clear that Sinn’narr was outmatched, likely only considered a contender because reality seemed to value the number three; three faces of The One, three Avatars of Light, Darke and Shadow; three clear divisions in the moral outlook of the universe.
The infighting spanned for countless ages. It was impossible for the combatants to eliminate their opposition when they had to protect themselves on two fronts. Sinn’narr proved to be a frustrating foe since his actions often prevented the other two from finishing their battles. Eventually Jeng’garr and Mallerok joined forces, just long enough to strike against Sinn’narr, easily disabling their weaker foe. By mutual agreement they did not finish him, deciding that the victor of their confrontation would do so as a sign that they had triumphed.
Sinn’narr didn’t know what became of the others. When he had regained awareness, he had sought them out but could find no trace of them. He hoped that they had destroyed each other although witnesses had suggested that Mallerok had somehow tricked Jeng’garr into a battle she could not win before he too found himself in a losing battle and that both had somehow been imprisoned far away. Regardless of where they had gone, Sinn’narr had emerged as the unlikely victor, only to discover that his efforts had been for nought; in his absence other Dark Gods had emerged to claim the throne and with the continuous infighting, the idea of there being one absolute force of evil had been dismissed.
Instead of opposing each other they worked with their own forces to further their own aims. The evil Satan, the prideful Lucifer, the devious Mephisto, the mighty Poneros, the invincible Oligar, and the twisted Haz’tur; the disfigured Javius and the machine goddess Hysteria, along with their lesser siblings Nore, Gorg, Mu, and finally Ramon. Each claimed their own territory As they were joined by others that not been slaughtered in the previous fighting.
The followers of Mortilus snatched up the territories that had not been claimed. They considered themselves first class demons or devils as they preferred. The titles had little importance other than bolstering their egos. Those that were left were simply regarded as demons and developed their own caste system always with the intention of making themselves seem more important than those around them.
And with the question of who would lead settled by a mutual agreement to fight it out at a later date, the Dark Gods were able to turn their attention back to their real enemies. Before the infighting it had been discovered that there were ways to escape their prison.
Both sides boasted powerful entities capable of manipulating mortals on a mental, physical and magical level. Only the soul was immune to these influences since the only way a soul could be controlled was if the individual wished it to be controlled.
However, as the realms grew larger, so the cost of intervention in the world of mortals became ever greater, making such an act physically impossible. A demon could not set foot in the mortal world and use his great power to subjugate the population; angels also found it increasingly difficult to carry out pointless campaigns for the greater good. At least, not without significant cost. After one demon escaped Hell only to become trapped in a pocket dimension, the true cost was clear for all to see.
Saints and angels could freely enter the mortal realms by sacrificing their greater powers and descending to near-mortal levels. That meant they could take on an almost normal appearance. Those who existed in a spiritual form had to find a host. Dead bodies, plants and even rocks were acceptable hosts. Some spirits even managed to manipulate technology and inhabit everyday objects.
The main problem was that once they entered the mortal realm directly, their bodies were prone to damage. Spawning was the favoured solution to this problem since most minor demons were capable of creating an exact likeness of themselves, duplicating both physical and mental attributes. When their old body tired or was destroyed, they simply transferred their consciousness to the replacement form.
The other alternative was to transcend the realms through indirect means. By allowing themselves to be summoned, they retained most of their powers and providing they were strong willed, they were free to act. In some cases though they were bound to act as the slaves of those that summoned them. It was the mortals that devised the ceremonies that in effect created a binding contract between the demon and the mortal. The spells required a focus that if destroyed, would send the demon back to Hell. Some demons chose to simply use the access granted by such spells to intervene on behalf of a mortal in return for a soul, they could enjoy devouring, most often a child. The Dark God Lokar wreaked havoc on many worlds before he was vanquished.
The problems with being summoned were eventually nullified when it was discovered that they could inhabit the body of a willing mortal. All that mortal had to do was accept the offer of power and riches in return for their soul. Many demons used these rituals as ways to access the mortal realms and spread their influence. Since they could provide a way to channel the power of the universal energy, few hosts ever rejected them.
For saints and devils alike, there was no such need for ceremony. On the rare occasion that either side entered the mortal realms, they did so in mortal form. Should they desire to remain there they needed only to mate with a mortal. The saints of course had moral objections to such acts, but over time their intervention in the affairs of lesser beings dwindled.
Devils however mated whenever they wished, selecting their partners carefully for physical traits. Consensual sex was preferred since in that moment of passion their lover failed to realise the true face of their lover. However, a virgin sacrificed in their name was just as acceptable. Either way, the soul belonged to the devil involved.
If the devil in question was female though, the offspring had the potential to become even more powerful. It could be born in either realm, but was stuck there following birth. However, if born in the mortal realms it would retain the powers of its mother while looking perfectly normal. Such vile offspring could change at will into a demonic form, which allowed them to use the power of the universal energy field.
For most demons existence was a complex society of politics and treachery. Raw power alone was never enough to guarantee superiority and no position within the ranks of evil could be considered truly safe. By splitting into multiple entities, the evil force ensured its survival, but it also created infighting between the factions. And through all this, Sinn’narr tried to regain the position he had once held in a universe where he was now a nonentity, pushed aside by the creature known as the Adversary to do so.
The Adversary created the High Clan as part of his domain. Although it was an elite band of evil beings, its power and influence came mostly through trickery. The names were mostly creatures from mythology on human worlds; they’d never been seen together. That was because in truth the High Clan’s more dominant personalities were actually one-entity. Each had their own area of the Adversary’s kingdom to control, where they indulged in their own sinister hobbies. In all it added to the illusion of the Adversary’s strength and added to his reputation.
The battle that had started between creatures that were a part of the fabric of existence was rapidly becoming a fight fought by the least powerful creatures with outcomes that not only challenged who would control the universe, but whether said universe would even survive the war. Eventually the fighting grew so intense that a truce was made limiting how the forces of Elder Gods could conduct their battle. That truce was to remain until the end of days.
End of part
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