Six gods created the world.
One god created day and ruled over time and light.
One god created night and ruled over silence and darkness.
One god created reason and ruled over the flow and wisdom.
One god created the land and ruled over nature and the earth.
One god created flora and ruled over prosperity and song.
One god created fauna and ruled over strife and war.
And then, when the gods were done, they decided to create man.
“We’ll make man in our image so that our creations will know that he is our beloved child,” said the God of Earth as she formed man’s vessel out of clay.
“We’ll give man the gift of life so he may live in this world of our creation,” said the God of Light as he blessed man with life.
“We’ll give man a voice to sing with so he may enjoy the time he spends here,” said the God of Song as she created music in the world.
“We’ll give man a creative mind so that he can be like us and mold his imagination into existence,” said the God of Wisdom as he blessed man with intelligence.
“We’ll give man the ability to fight so that he may uphold his values and defend what is dear,” said the God of War as provided man with the tools of war.
“We’ll grant to man the gift of death,” said the God of Darkness after her brethren had spoken, “so that he may learn to enjoy life to its fullest before he returns to the great flow as all things ought. That he may rest after living day by day, night by night.”
And so, man was created. As a temporal being to rule over the world created by the gods as their beloved children.
The children grew. Time and time again, they repeated the cycle of life and death as the generations passed. Cultures rose and cultures fell. And through it all, the gods watched, lovingly, as their children lived out their lives.
From time immemorial, the gods had agreed not to interfere with the world of their creation. The world, they had decided, belonged to the children. The only influence they had on the world was through religion. When the children prayed to them for assistance, they would provide. They would never step down into the world themselves.
But the people were picky about the blessings they had received from the gods. And thus, the world grew unbalanced.
Light overflowed, causing the days to grow longer and the nights to grow shorter. As night lost its power, the world dried out under the constant rays from the sun. As death lost its hold, horrors began to wander the wastelands.
The gods convened again before the world they so loved brought ruin upon itself.
It was decided that the God of Darkness would be granted an exception to their covenant of non-interference. She created a vessel to restore darkness to the world. She granted this vessel an echo of her own soul and made him the king of the night whom she dearly loved.
The humans did not love him, however. Jealous of his power, they branded him as the Demon King, the root of the pain and suffering brought about by the world’s imbalance, shattered the vessel, and swallows some of his fragments. In doing so, they cast aside the greatest love the God of Darkness could provide.
The God of Darkness was furious. She turned her back on the world the gods had created and mourned the loss of her beloved child.
Having lost the protection of night, the people suffered. The fires of war ravaged the earth. Their songs became cries for help and no amount of wisdom could fix their wrongs. With time, the other gods convinced the God of Darkness to take pity on them and return her blessings to the world.
But the damage had already been done. The vessel of darkness had been a perfect being, and in so being, could not be made again. With little other choice, the gods collected the remaining fragments of the vessel and presented them before the God of Darkness.
“The humans have devoured my beloved child. In time, new life will be born carrying his fragments. One of these carriers will be granted what fragments remain in my possession and will become the new vessel. But that vessel will be incomplete and will be lost to the world through death. They will crack under the weight of the world and suffer the same pain my child has suffered. And, after they die, a new vessel must be chosen to take their place when the world loses its balance again.
“Such is my final blessing to the world. And with it, my final curse.”