The Beginning

*I have always been a fan of mythology and the stories and beliefs that it invokes. I wanted to add a Creation Story for the Rhageon people, who continue to believe in the old faith*

~REVISED~


~Rhageon Creation Story: The Beginning~

In the beginning, the Earth was dark and lifeless.

Empty and drifting in the great vacuum of space, the small planet had gone unnoticed by the ancient gods who ruled the galaxies. Sifting through the weightless, chokingly silent space, the alien gods jumped from planet to planet, creating mayhem and devastation where they went. Beautiful as sifting stardust and as horrible as the gaping maw of a black hole, the ancient gods appeared as both salvation and harbinger before they unleashed their unparalleled powers.

There was no premeditated course of action; they truly did as they pleased. The ancient gods took, gorged, fucked, fought, and killed without thought.

The ancient gods were named: Kofi, Ai-Rue, Abyss, Time, Rift, and Amity. No one truly knew where they came from and neither did they. Kofi, the arrogant mule of a male, claims he was made in this form to be a constant reminder of others shortcomings. There is no doubt that Ai-Rue was a hybrid of some sort. Part beast-like savage, the other part a ferociously gorgeous female who was always found drenched in fresh blood, the very air around the female quivered from the magnitude of her magic. The twins, Rift and Abyss were the most horrible beings known to any species, animal, or thing. Born from nightmares, born from the coldest, emptiest parts of the galaxies, the twin gods were spewed from the bellies of Hell and their terrible red eyes spoke of eternal suffering. Time was birthed when Life flourished. Time began to exist as suddenly as she was born: instant. One moment, she was not there and after a slow blink of the eye, she exited from a rip in a spectrum of past, present, and future.

Amity is the most sinister of them all. Synonymous with barbed words like hope and trust, Amity was the double agent in every mission; relishing every moment she earned the trust of the people before they conquered them.

In the midst of traveling from planet to planet, unleashing their unspeakable powers and causing chaos and feverish pandemonium in their wake, the ancient gods were unaware of their oversight when they decided to pass on their lineage.

Abyss and Time came together in a horrible mating. The destruction caused by Time and Death… was a major set back for all of the worlds. The very cosmos shuttered. Asteroids eroded and dissolved, appearing almost like tears as their union birthed the next generation of monsters.

Abyss and Time’s children were different. As beautiful as their relations, the need to destroy and ruin was unpredictably not passed down.

Drifting in the hushed vacuum of space, the goddess Lyceria, whose original form was the Moon, peered down at a lone black planet and imagined it thriving with Life.        “Earth,” she said to herself, “I would call it Earth.”

Looking to her brother and sister, the Sun and the Constellations, the triplets born from Abyss and Time, they combined their powers and plummeted down towards the lifeless planet.

As soon as their heavenly feet touched the ground, Zakar’s powerful light brought the day, and when he eventually tired from shining his bright light, Lyceria and Bemarisse shone their silvery lights that winked in the night sky when he retired.

Delighted with their results but not yet entirely satisfied, Lyceria beheld the barren landscape and voiced her restlessness to her siblings.

“What do you mean, sister mine?” Zakar’s great voice rumbled. Dripping in embers, the male god was swathed in the purest beams of sunlight.

Bemarisse’s delicate face twisted in a sneer “Yes, sister, what more do you want? We have light! We brought this ugly planet peace before the Great Ones come to destroy it,” she snarled. A cape of twinkling dead stars surrounded the lithe and powerful form of the goddess.

“Why must we destroy when we can create?” Lyceria, the wisest of the three, stared across the bleak horizon of the planet. Curved like a crescent moon, Lyceria’s divine, silver face suddenly glowed in pleasure.

Beaming a full smile, Lyceria leaned down and touched the murky ground. And at her touch, the ground shook greatly.

Pulling back her hand in shock, Lyceria cheered with delight, as the ground soon became covered in layers of vibrant green grass and rich, brown earth. Zakar flapped his wings in fright as his sunrays caused the green plants to bloom. Bemarisse hissed as cragged, magnificent mountains grew so high they appeared to almost pierce the sky. Volcanoes rumbled to life, raging until the very ground shook and eager magma sputtered from the open crevices. Lyceria smiled in happiness, the moon reflecting the fullness of her pleasure.

The Great Ones were not pleased to discover the younger gods on the planet that was no longer dead.

Kofi, whose ebony skin appeared smooth and enigmatic as the word called night, crystalline eyes grew vivid and violent in his anger until the air tasted of ozone and humidity. His sister-wife, Ai-Rue, whose ear were pointed, bared her sharp teeth in rage at the show of absolute insubordination. Twins, Abyss and Rift’s true forms were formidable yet intangible. Swirling vortexes of galaxies, both Abyss and Rift’s powers were like vacuums that threatened the state of the blooming planet.

Time stood distantly from the others, her knowing eyes terrible in their indifference. Amity sighed in wonder at the budding splendor of the little planet.

“Children!” Abyss’s voice boomed. “What have you done?”

The craftiest of the three, Lyceria stepped in front of her siblings, bravely replying to her father, “We created, father. We created instead of destroyed.”

“Such blasphemy! We do not create–not with these powers,” Kofi scoffed.

“Banish them, brother!” Rift screeched. His red, terrible eyes glared from his humanoid form.

“Father, listen!” Lyceria screamed. “Watch what we can do!”

And then Zakar shot towards the sky.

His wings, the exact shade of sunlight, speed across the sky. From his exuberance, buds, plain buds with green stems, suddenly unfurled and revealed such beautiful, dewy petals. Shades of pink, red, purple, and colors there were yet no names for!

Lyceria touched the ground once more, and from her touch, a body of water sprung. The Great Ones jumped in surprise as the ground was soon submerged in cool, wet water. Sprinting to Bemarisse, the sisters took each other’s hands and began to twirl in a circle. The Great Ones watched in awe as the body of water, that will soon be called the ocean, rippled in waves. High-tide and low-tide, the unapologetic beauty of the ocean amazed the Great Ones.

Amity squealed in manic delight and jumped into the ocean. Emerging drenched in the water, the ancient one called, “Rift! It is like flying!”

Zakar continued to soar overhead the Great Ones but Bemarisse and Lyceria halted their mad spinning.

Floating over to the ancient gods, Lyceria said levelly, “We can settle here. Create. No longer destroy. We can call this home–a home where we will be gods,” her silver eyes were solemn.

Abyss replied, “What can we do, daughter? All we know is how to destroy.”

Breaking her silence, Time answered her brother-husband, “You, m’amyr, will be the darkness that swallows the evils of the world–the underworld will be your domain. Your words will be law and your wrath will be disastrous in times of peril and fear. Rift, brother, you will aid your brother in this mission–as the jailer and guard of the underworld. The fiery spirit of brother Kofi will remain in the heavens, his powers will be of the weather depending on his mercurial moods. Ai-Rue, do not growl dear sister; your powers will be the fruits of the terra planet. You will grow thick vegetation and plants and beasts in the sky, sea, and those who roam the earth. Amity, dear sister of the most tender heart and most delusional of minds, your powers will have many names that will come with time and patience.

My dearest daughter, Lyceria, you will use your ambitions to create such undeniably remarkable and imperfect creations that will shatter your planet yet also heal it. My bravest son, Zakar, you will be the king of the heavens; your wings that give you the ability to protect and govern your domain. And finally, dearest, most foolish Bemarisse, your time will come–I promise you. Wait in patience for your true powers to manifest.

Now go my loves, my dear ones, my children, and heal this broken planet.”

Inspired by Time’s words, the Great Ones and the younger gods married their powers to better the small planet.

When Kofi seethed, the sky bled dark with angry clouds until the sky rumbled with his rages and when he was in a rare, disastrously pleasant mood, every cloud in the sky disappeared to reveal the undeniable magnificence of the open sky. Ai-Rue fashioned beasts with fangs similar to hers, fins to swim in the body of water called the ocean, and creatures with wings like her nephew, Zakar.

Abyss and Rift melted into the ground, their grins wide at the bleak richness found beneath. Amity continued to play in the water, scrupulously enjoying the abundant gifts of the planet as the gods labored.

Unlike the other gods, Lyceria did not spring ahead to use her newfound powers.

Sitting on the edge of    the crescent moon and thinking over her mother’s words, Lyceria thought of creating a race of people that looked similar to them yet, not as powerful nor as beautiful.

Taking the leftover stardust from Amity’s form, Lyceria shaped and crafted from her imagination until she created the First Race. Beautiful in form, tall, handsome, dumb, Lyceria cheered in glee as she marveled at her first creation.

“Kota,” Lyceria told the creation she made, “I will call you Kota.” Kota looked like Lyceria yet lacked her sheer, otherworldly brilliance. Kota stared at Lyceria confusingly and said, “What am I?”

Kota had Ai-Rue’s pointed ears and fangs but Lyceria’s luminous, ethereal skin.

Lyceria smiled tenderly down at the being that was both female and male. “I am your creator, Lyceria, and you are my creation, my child, my Kota. I will name you and the people that will follow after you, the First Race–the fair ones, the people made of stardust, the Feyeria, the Fey.”

And the First Race did prosper and grow.

As the small planet grew more beautiful, more Great Ones and gods came to the planet, adding their powers and wisdom to better their home.

Delighted with her success, Lyceria decided to make another race, a lesser race but made an error that she could never have predicted.

The Second Race was beautifully imperfect; the mortals were a race of people with such outstanding flaws that drove them to exterminate one another. Wars and genocides, mortals took arms against one another, much to Lyceria’s dismay. Others gods and goddess grew in power as mortal slayed mortal.

Bemarisse, who grew jaded and restless as her position as the Constellations, decided to take advantage of the Second Race’s folly. Bemarisse joined Abyss and Rift in the underworld and became the goddess of Death. And like her sister, Bemarisse created a race but unlike the others, they were purely evil.

         Demons, the goddess called them. Bemarisse sent them to feed on the suffering of the mortals and with her actions, the Great Ones, Abyss and Rift, grumbled as they yearned to destroy once more.

Fighting back against the Great Ones’ impatience, the younger gods grew successful in their endeavors until a mortal man from Aestha learned how to destroy the First Race.

A thousand years later, the people of Aestha have remained prosperous yet unfeeling in regards to foreign affairs, the Mycean royal bloodline has been corrupted by greed, the Fey have been exiled to Death Island, and the Rhageons have a demi-god as King.

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