Beyond the pale white clouds, a horizon beyond the realm of mortals has existed for thousands of years...
With the end of the last Primordial to be born in existence. A new realm of Gods will soon be taking up their place or perhaps a substitute if you call it.
Now, In this time of chaos due to the ever-changing tides of conflicts accruing the dominion of the Gods.
It has remained uncertain, just who will take upon the throne left by the first Primordial...
5 centuries have passed ever since the throne has been left vacant... All the Gods vying for the throne have only one thing in mind, and that is...
For one of them to cease the throne for themselves. With how many Primordial Gods have ever existed under the creation of this planet. It's hard to say who'll be the next ruler and who'll be its contenders.
With the last Primordial birth, the others have settled to annihilating one another to take upon themselves the Primordial Throne.
In this conflict, there was a family of Gods who rejected such Ungodly acts.
The earliest of the Primordials, the 5th generation to have been born out of humanity's faith. Izanami-no-mikoto along with her husband Izanagi.
Due to the rising conflict, Izanami and Izanagi stood opposed to such matters and continued to support the coexistence of the Primordials to not affect the faith of the mortal realm and be judged as a corrupt deity.
Another century later, both clans of the 2 Primordial Gods have been razed to the ground leaving them as the sole survivors of their respective clans.
The Goddess of Creation alongside the God of Creation. With how dire their situation is, they fled and evacuated somewhere where no prying eyes can ever reach.
In hopes of rebuilding what they've lost...
5 centuries later, Izanami gave birth to a boy in the newly built domain which the two couples built ever since the massacre.
They've fully dedicated themselves to parenting after having had Tsukuyomi, their eldest child.
Due to a cataclysm upon the ongoing onslaught of the Primordial Gods for the last thousand years... Humanity has dissolved and the planet has begun to reconstruct itself back to the Primordial ages.
The end of the Primordial Gods is nigh with how fast things have been escalating for the past thousand years.
A new age of Gods has awakened along with the birth of a new generation of humans.
"Finally... Now that they've forgotten us... It's time... For the curtains to once again rise."
Said by the Primordial Goddess with long black hair and bloodshot eyes. Her gaze was truly beyond and looking forward to the new generation of Gods who will usher in the new era.
Clans of the currently still existing Primordials have begun to show their individual might to gather enough faith in this ushering era and also to strengthen their prowess, this is all due to how much Divinity they've depleted.
In this matter, Izanami and Izanagi have also ventured forth to gather enough faith and to announce their existence as Gods to enact their thousand years of preparations, leaving behind the young Tsukuyomi to be the head of the clan whilst they were busy spreading their existence unto the mortal world.
Tsukuyomi, at this point, has been positioned as the clan head for almost 200 years, which started at the tender age of 197.
Upon another 200 years or so, the couple returned heavily injured. Tsukuyomi ordered the clansmen to bring forth a God of Healing to heal them of their severe wounds.
With the couple lying on their bed, each holding the hand of the other, the young Tsukuyomi silently left the room where the couple had been resting and immediately dashed towards the audience room.
*SLAM!*
Loudly slamming the door to the audience room, he can't afford to waste any more time and hurriedly grabbed the proclaimed God of Healing who looks like a bearded old man wearing a tight grey robe.
"This way!"
The young Tsukuyomi said with urgency.
With how the old man was rudely grabbed upon after their first meeting, he voiced out with a harsh tone.
"Insolent! How dare you do this to me! The great healer?!"
Though even after hearing his discontentment, he wasn't swayed by the words of the old man and instead spoke in an authoritative tone.
"As the responsibility of being the clan head has fallen upon my shoulders, I must look after my people, especially towards my parents, and you, as a God of Healing, should also fully know that you must heal those who need healing!"
He then glanced at the old man with a cold gaze.
"No courtesy is more important than of a life."
In response to Tsukuyomi's gaze, the old man shuddered. He gulped in silence while still being hastily grabbed by his hand towards an unfamiliar room.
Having noticed that the young God's momentum has significantly slowed down, he noticed that they must've arrived at the room where the endless corridors have concluded arriving at where the resting parents of Tsukuyomi reside.
"We're here."
He spoke looking over the wooden door which separated the space between them.