Only Rendell of the Prinordial Gods loitered in the living realm after the Great revelation. He fought against the demon race, protecting other races from their reign for millenniums.
Now, Rendell could not die from age—he was immortal. He grew up loving the world the other Gods had built, neglecting the bad facets, like sin which was prevalent among the races.
He only wanted peace. Peace and peace alone. He wasn't the God of Peace, but he surely worked harder than the former. Again, he had turmoiled for millennia, all to no avail. Peace never seemed to come. No matter how hard he tried.
He fought and fought—still no avail. He was immortal, of course. But he knew that one man could only achieve so much. After all, no body else wanted peace as much as he did. He felt alone in his feat for justice.
