In the beginning, before Kiri there was only a vast and endless primordial river, the river called Fate.

It was by collecting Fate that God was able to create the world and all things. The only flaw out of it all was that the creations where out of harmony and quickly dispersed back into nothing, and so as a way to create harmony with her creations and the world God left a piece of the primordial river in the hearts of all the sentient living things so that they would govern the world made out of Fate and bring harmony to all of her remaining creations.

Thus whenever God would make a person she would converse with them about the world in order to come to an agreement with them about how they would live in the world, God belived that even creations had the right to choose, she was truly a liberal God with no experience in creation.

Many children very much ignorant of the world would chose bad lives to live but a select few would do even worse. The Seiteme people who choose not to conclude their agreement with God would be born with incomplete Fates, hearts carry just enough of the primordial river to let them be born but remained insufficient for them to exist in a normal way. They would either destroy the very fabric of the world with their touch or would have to keep eating the piece of the primordial river in the hearts of their kin to compensate for their own broken fates.

This made the world imperfect. The primordial river was flowing in directions it should not be flowing in and things began to go out of harmony again. The world was on the verge of destruction.

Or so it was until the Diviners appeared, people who had seen God a second time, people who had died and become born again with the ability to destroy the Seiteme.

All was good for a time, until the many different peoples of Kiri learned that if they were able to use that bit of fate in each others hearts they would create a power like that of God, a power called magic.

An age of war and conquest soon took the over the world.

It was in this age of conquest that our story began, we the children of the titans, a proud and brilliant race of giants that left their homeland in airships with hopes for a future away from war.

Now, a thousand and a few hundred years after the descendants of the titan race thrive on a continent we have called Alfheim, but here too there has been no peace.

The strongest of the titans became the large hairy beast-men like Lycans, we became the black skinned slit eyed Elves of today and the weakest titans became the fair skinned (human looking) Aryans.

The Aryans fought bitterly against the other two of the titan races to stop themselves from being enslaved and did gain freedom, a short lasting peace on their small island nation but soon even they had began to fight amongst themselves in their own island paradise, Rhyanheim.

The Lonthorian Unitary Bureaucracy, the smallest and most powerful nation on Rhyanheim.

The Kingdom of Teutoberg, the country with the most of the aryan race and the least power.

Friestros the land of the free, a vast wasteland for all the aryans who do not align with anything.

It would seem as though the problem of the world wasn't the Seiteme. Maybe it's how liberal God is? or How enticing the power of magic is...