Before the fire and ice, the universe a lonely place to look form heavens throne, nothing lives beside the cluster of few deities, roaming the ground of the Gods paradise, but today the golden horns of celebration ranged into marble halls, the clanking of crystal glasses and wine spilling out in joy, the God made a new heavenly race to join the cosmos, his ultimate creation was born today.
Demons and Angels were bided by the same blood, born from God's blessing, devotees of the same lord were offered their own kingdoms to rule and flourish in prosperity.
The strongest of being they were but God never gave them the ability to love individually they were supposed to love every creature of God equally, selfish love was dangerous, bringer of chaos, but sometimes the thread of fates slips from God's fingers and creates a knot so unpredictable, that it can never be undone again, the greatest worshipers of God came to him as one of the mishap creations, he regretted.
It all began when The Demon King Thalmas Dragod fell for a Mortala woman, the one who was banished from heaven, and opposed his God to be with her, he sinned, not only he convinced his children with her but also shared his beliefs with his people, who began to proper more on being loved individually or to woe their love only to their soulmates, thus the fire burning in their heart reached the heavens, the Lord's judgment must be faced by the Demons, for defying the ultimate law.
The war broke, Angels fought beside the Gods to eliminate the Demon race, the soil of the Demon kingdom was drenched with their holy blood, as their own kin turned their backs on them, the screams of women and children echoed through the sky, but their God has already abandoned them, they were no more gods children but the fallen.
King Thalmas, the son of God, begged his Angel brother, King Atheed Argod to spare his wife and children, to have mercy on his people, he grovelled over his pride, crawled on all four even to pray for his Lords mercy but his shattered voice was only answered in death of his loved one, only if he would have known the price for his selfish love.
He was exiled to Hellion a realm of the night with the only source of light a moon, the demon King was shattered with betrayal from not only his own brother but from his god himself, the god he worshipped and loved, turned his back at him and abandoned him, his father and his breather abandoned his own children.
Bleeding from the loss of his race for his people who were executed for defying the heaven, he vowed to avenge his race; to destroy light and filled his heart with vengeance in Hellion his time was painful and lonely he began carving for any relief but none came to his melting soul, the only sanity left to him was a moon, his life force was fading painfully every cell in his body was crying and mourning for his withering life force, the only thing which kept him alive was moonlight, so serene to his sorrow-filled eyes.
He prayed to the moon worshipping it with his cold hands years passed and his heart started devoting itself to the moon. From midnight sky from dark heaven, A lone Goddess Lamia of moon and blood fixed her gaze on a dying man, her ears Listing to his painful prayers and her eyes rained with crystal tears feeling the agony of this creature who was bleeding with ripped soul, begging for a cure to heal him.
When king Thalmas was fighting with his last breath his life hanging with a thin abandoned thread of fate, Goddess Lamia appeared before him, she praised him for his worshipping and gifted him with immortality and invincible powers, she blessed him as his own child and with powers which were beyond any God or Angles to suppress.
With blessings of Goddess Lamia and the gift of immortality, he returned to avenge his beloved love, his people, with a wave of bloodthirst running within his veins, King Thalmas took his revenge on Angles. He restored his race his people his realm with new founded demonic powers he raised a new and vengeful race of Demons whose hearts were black, blood reckoning a new abomination, their body and soul was created from searing monstrous skin, the new era of darkness was blundering, threatening the peace it rose high declaring obscured victory, the evil was born with ignorance of Gods.
King Thalmas renamed his bloodline as Silverwing a tribute to their new creator their new goddess, Lamia who took their lonesome hands and offered her lap to rest on, his bloodline with her silver blood and wings stands surging a wave of terror in every corner of sight.
From growing darkness, more creations were born like Necrarchs, ( vampires) Silhovians, (werewolves) witches, orcs, and many other dark creatures. Necrarchs and Silhovians proved them self's as high and noble races, who were devoted to their king, seeing their devotion and high nobility the Demon king gifted them with there own kingdoms to thrive.
He divided the Dark realm into three kingdoms.
The Kingdom of Tenebra which was rules by Necrarchs,
The Kingdom of Spiridon was ruled by Silhovians and his own kingdom the supreme reign, Kingdom of Noxera was ruled by him.
In order to unite the three kingdoms, King Thalmas married his two daughters to King of Tenebra, blessing their kin with his powerful bloodline.
The beginning of the red strings tangling into the tapestry of tragedy.
Mortara, unrelenting, deadly, someone who has lost the divine grace born from the emotion of selfish love, the Two daughters of Gods stirred the beginning of chaos falling in love with the Gods fallen, the race long abandoned by their Lord, the fate even the Gods wasn't able to realize, how naïve for these souls to fall for each other when the heaven itself is their foe, it's not just a tale of love between souls but the telling of our Lords Cruelty.