The World of Ruin: Act 1 – The Day of Fall

A thousand years ago, there was a world known as Nolvastia—a realm so magnificent it could have been mistaken for heaven itself. It was a land of peace and eternal life, where all lived without fear or suffering. But the beauty of Nolvastia was taken for granted. Over time, temptation and lust began to creep into the hearts of its people, and from this corruption, the first calamity was born: the King of Temptation.

As greed and desire consumed the people, they began to slaughter one another, steal from each other, and spread their sin. From these actions, the second calamity was born: the King of Chaos. In the midst of this growing destruction, some created false gods to worship, and thus the third and final calamity arose: the King of False Gods.

The people of Nolvastia ignored the warnings of these calamities, indulging in their sins without remorse. For six days, they continued their reckless ways. On the seventh day, the three kings awakened.

The first king's voice echoed throughout Nolvastia, a thunderous proclamation:

"You have been given a world of peace and eternal life, yet you taint it with blood and impure desires!"

The people of Nolvastia, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his words, were paralyzed in terror.

The second king, his voice dripping with disdain, continued:

"You do not deserve this place. You are not worthy to stand in a realm of blessings when you are the very root of sin itself. What judgment can be passed on such vermin?"

The third king's voice was cold and final:

"Rid them of their heaven and strip away their eternal life. Let them know of a world that has no God."

Amidst the kings' judgment, a man stepped forward.

The three kings turned to regard him, intrigued.

"You are not chained by sin," they said to him.

The man, his eyes filled with defiance, spoke.

"Who are you to judge us impure? Who are you to take away what we have been given?"

The first king answered, his voice bitter:

"We were made from your sins. If you fall, you have yourselves to blame."

The man placed his hand over his heart and replied:

"My name is David. I have not committed a sin. Give my people mercy."

The three calamities spoke as one:

"Mercy is not given to those without sacrifice. This day shall now be known as the Day of Fall."

The people of Nolvastia awoke to a world no longer their own—a realm filled with creatures of sin, a sky turned red, and an unrelenting sense of despair. The three calamities had pulled them into this hellish new existence. It was called the World of Ruin.

As David lay unconscious, a voice spoke to him:

"You do not belong to the World of Ruin, for you have not sinned. You shall be the King of your people."

A mark appeared on David's left hand, bearing a crown.

"You shall lead your people back to the place you once called heaven. For those who have no sin shall be God's chosen and will overcome all sin that stands before them."

David awoke to a light shining from within him, a light that drove the creatures of sin away. He revealed the mark on his hand to his people.

"I am David, and I am God's chosen. We will not be devoured by the sin that rules over this world. We will rebuild and fight. We will make our way back to Nolvastia, for our Father has not yet forsaken us."

The people chanted his name, and on that day, the people of Nolvastia began to rebuild. In the span of a thousand years, the wasteland transformed into a nation called Egress, with the capital city bearing the name Holy Empire.

After David's death, his descendants were born bearing his mark and inheriting the gift of God's chosen. They left Egress, building new nations and spreading David's name far and wide.

Every hundred years, a child was born in the Holy Empire with the power of God's chosen. Yet the throne David had once occupied remained empty—no one, not even his descendants, could inherit it.

In this new era, the nations began to forget the holy children and David's will. Corruption spread through the empire, and the royal family lost its authority as the churches grew in power.

Within the Royal Palace, a man named Jonah stood on the terrace, gazing at his nation with a troubled expression. He thought to himself, How could such a thriving nation fall so quickly?

Lost in thought, he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," Jonah called.

It was Jonathan, Jonah's older brother.

"Why the long face, little brother?" Jonathan asked.

"Our family's legacy is falling to ruin, and each day the monsters of sin grow stronger. One day, our nation won't be enough to stop them," Jonah replied.

"Do you remember when we took a walk through the slums of Egress? Do you recall what we saw that day?" Jonah asked.

"Are you referring to the crazy beggar?" Jonathan replied.

Jonah nodded.

"Do you remember what that crazy beggar said?" he pressed.

Jonathan hesitated.

"My memory seems to fail me," he said.

Jonah laughed softly.

"You're so young, little brother. You shouldn't be worrying about such things," Jonathan joked.

"I'm thirty-one, not so young, brother," Jonah replied.

Jonathan grew serious.

"Alright, listen carefully. That man said, 'On the day when all forget God's name, and sin pledges over the Divine Children, two lights will strike the sky. On that day, the Tree of Life shall appear. Those born purely of His blood will rise, and on this day, the throne shall once again find its master.'"

Jonah stared at him.

"I didn't know you still believed in fairytales, brother."

"Look around," Jonathan said, motioning to the crumbling world. "The world our ancestors built has fallen to sin. What other hope is there? The world is changing, Jonah. A new era is coming. Soon, the kings will wake from their slumber."

"And all we can do is watch as it unfolds, right?" Jonah said quietly.

As the brothers spoke, a servant barged into the room.

"My lords," the servant panted. "The queen… she's in labor."

Without a moment's hesitation, the brothers rushed to their mother.

Meanwhile, in the rainy nation of Cathona, a pregnant woman from the slums stumbled through the streets, covered in dirt and bruises. Five men had chained her.

"Where did the stupid bitch go?" one of the men cursed.

"We paid a lot of money for you, slave."

The woman ran desperately, knocking on every door, but no one answered.

"Please, help me," she cried.

Just as she was about to give up, a man opened his door and quickly ushered her inside. She fell to her knees, thanking him, but was interrupted by sharp pains. She silently screamed.

The man helped her to a bed, urging her to lie down.

"What's your name?" she gasped through the pain.

The man looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

"My name is Sebastian," he said.

She glanced around the room at the weapons and armor.

"Are you a soldier?" she asked.

"I'm retired," he replied.

The woman smiled softly.

"What a hard life you must have lived."

Sebastian hesitated before speaking.

"Are you a slave?"

The woman nodded, smiling sadly.

"Yes."

Sebastian's eyes dropped.

"Your life must've been ten times harder than mine."

"But I survived," she whispered.

As the woman groaned in pain, she asked,

"Tell me about your life as a soldier."

Sebastian remained silent as she screamed again, then continued.

"I was sent to fight at sixteen. It was a suicide to think we could stand a chance against the monsters of sin. We were slaughtered."

The woman's eyes widened.

"How did you survive?"

Sebastian hesitated.

"I ran away," he said quietly.

"You're a deserter," the woman whispered.

"Yeah," Sebastian said, his voice filled with sorrow.

"You did nothing wrong," she replied softly.

Sebastian had never heard such words. He felt his throat tighten.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Elizabeth," she gasped, still struggling with the pain.

Elizabeth smiled through her suffering.

"Thank you for helping me, Sebastian," she whispered. "Can I ask you a favor?"

Sebastian didn't respond, but she continued.

"I don't think I'll survive this pregnancy. I really wanted to live. I wanted to see my child… the color of his eyes, the sound of his cries… the man he would become."

She grabbed his hand tightly.

"I really don't want to die."

Sebastian stood silent, his heart aching.

"I'll take care of your child," he promised.

"That's what you were going to ask me, right?"

As Elizabeth whimpered, she thanked him.

"If God is truly out there, why do people like this deserve such a cruel fate?" Sebastian thought to himself.

Back in Egress, the queen was giving birth. The screams of labor filled the air, and outside the room, Johan and Jonathan paced nervously. The priest prayed loudly, and the doctor helped the queen.

With one final scream, the queen gave birth. A star suddenly appeared above the castle, visible across all of Egress. The people who saw it fell to their knees, bowing in reverence. The priest, overcome with awe, shouted,

"He is God's chosen!"

Johan and Jonathan rushed into the room, and upon seeing the light surrounding the child, they too fell to their knees. The sky above shifted, turning from red to blue.

At that very moment in Cathona, Elizabeth gave birth, and a new star shone above Sebastian's house. Beggars bowed, and a crowd gathered, astonished by the light. A servant from the royal family of Cathona rushed to the Emperor's throne room.

"Your Majesty, a star illuminates the sky."

"A star?" the King asked, his voice filled with shock.

"That means God's chosen has been born. This is a time for celebration!"

"Two stars," the servant corrected.

The King's expression turned to one of disbelief.

"Two stars?" he whispered.

He fell to his knees, recognizing the significance of the event.

At the same moment, in Egress, another servant rushed into the queen's room, breathless.

"Sir, two stars shine in the sky."

Johan and Jonathan rushed to the terrace and gazed up.

"Brother, it is as you said," Johan muttered.

"The end is upon us," Jonathan replied.

"What else did that beggar say, brother?" Johan asked.

"Once two stars cover the sky, the three kings will awake from their slumber and rule over hell once again."

The stars, symbols of both hope and doom, had marked the return of the three calamities. Blood began to pour from the red sky.

"What the hell is this?" Johan asked.

Jonathan's face grew grim.

In the holy palace, Johan and Jonathan rushed to their mother. The pastor, still in a frenzy, mumbled incoherently.

"What's going on?" Jonah asked.

The pastor gasped, "They awake!"

"Who are 'they'?" Jonathan demanded.

"The three kings of calamity," the pastor cried.

A thousand years ago, there was a world known as Nolvastia—a realm so magnificent it could have been mistaken for heaven itself. It was a land of peace and eternal life, where all lived without fear or suffering. But the beauty of Nolvastia was taken for granted. Over time, temptation and lust began to creep into the hearts of its people, and from this corruption, the first calamity was born: the King of Temptation.

As greed and desire consumed the people, they began to slaughter one another, steal from each other, and spread their sin. From these actions, the second calamity was born: the King of Chaos. In the midst of this growing destruction, some created false gods to worship, and thus the third and final calamity arose: the King of False Gods.

The people of Nolvastia ignored the warnings of these calamities, indulging in their sins without remorse. For six days, they continued their reckless ways. On the seventh day, the three kings awakened.

The first king's voice echoed throughout Nolvastia, a thunderous proclamation:

"You have been given a world of peace and eternal life, yet you taint it with blood and impure desires!"

The people of Nolvastia, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his words, were paralyzed in terror.

The second king, his voice dripping with disdain, continued:

"You do not deserve this place. You are not worthy to stand in a realm of blessings when you are the very root of sin itself. What judgment can be passed on such vermin?"

The third king's voice was cold and final:

"Rid them of their heaven and strip away their eternal life. Let them know of a world that has no God."

Amidst the kings' judgment, a man stepped forward.

The three kings turned to regard him, intrigued.

"You are not chained by sin," they said to him.

The man, his eyes filled with defiance, spoke.

"Who are you to judge us impure? Who are you to take away what we have been given?"

The first king answered, his voice bitter:

"We were made from your sins. If you fall, you have yourselves to blame."

The man placed his hand over his heart and replied:

"My name is David. I have not committed a sin. Give my people mercy."

The three calamities spoke as one:

"Mercy is not given to those without sacrifice. This day shall now be known as the Day of Fall."

The people of Nolvastia awoke to a world no longer their own—a realm filled with creatures of sin, a sky turned red, and an unrelenting sense of despair. The three calamities had pulled them into this hellish new existence. It was called the World of Ruin.

As David lay unconscious, a voice spoke to him:

"You do not belong to the World of Ruin, for you have not sinned. You shall be the King of your people."

A mark appeared on David's left hand, bearing a crown.

"You shall lead your people back to the place you once called heaven. For those who have no sin shall be God's chosen and will overcome all sin that stands before them."

David awoke to a light shining from within him, a light that drove the creatures of sin away. He revealed the mark on his hand to his people.

"I am David, and I am God's chosen. We will not be devoured by the sin that rules over this world. We will rebuild and fight. We will make our way back to Nolvastia, for our Father has not yet forsaken us."

The people chanted his name, and on that day, the people of Nolvastia began to rebuild. In the span of a thousand years, the wasteland transformed into a nation called Egress, with the capital city bearing the name Holy Empire.

After David's death, his descendants were born bearing his mark and inheriting the gift of God's chosen. They left Egress, building new nations and spreading David's name far and wide.

Every hundred years, a child was born in the Holy Empire with the power of God's chosen. Yet the throne David had once occupied remained empty—no one, not even his descendants, could inherit it.

In this new era, the nations began to forget the holy children and David's will. Corruption spread through the empire, and the royal family lost its authority as the churches grew in power.

Within the Royal Palace, a man named Jonah stood on the terrace, gazing at his nation with a troubled expression. He thought to himself, How could such a thriving nation fall so quickly?

Lost in thought, he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," Jonah called.

It was Jonathan, Jonah's older brother.

"Why the long face, little brother?" Jonathan asked.

"Our family's legacy is falling to ruin, and each day the monsters of sin grow stronger. One day, our nation won't be enough to stop them," Jonah replied.

"Do you remember when we took a walk through the slums of Egress? Do you recall what we saw that day?" Jonah asked.

"Are you referring to the crazy beggar?" Jonathan replied.

Jonah nodded.

"Do you remember what that crazy beggar said?" he pressed.

Jonathan hesitated.

"My memory seems to fail me," he said.

Jonah laughed softly.

"You're so young, little brother. You shouldn't be worrying about such things," Jonathan joked.

"I'm thirty-one, not so young, brother," Jonah replied.

Jonathan grew serious.

"Alright, listen carefully. That man said, 'On the day when all forget God's name, and sin pledges over the Divine Children, two lights will strike the sky. On that day, the Tree of Life shall appear. Those born purely of His blood will rise, and on this day, the throne shall once again find its master.'"

Jonah stared at him.

"I didn't know you still believed in fairytales, brother."

"Look around," Jonathan said, motioning to the crumbling world. "The world our ancestors built has fallen to sin. What other hope is there? The world is changing, Jonah. A new era is coming. Soon, the kings will wake from their slumber."

"And all we can do is watch as it unfolds, right?" Jonah said quietly.

As the brothers spoke, a servant barged into the room.

"My lords," the servant panted. "The queen… she's in labor."

Without a moment's hesitation, the brothers rushed to their mother.

Meanwhile, in the rainy nation of Cathona, a pregnant woman from the slums stumbled through the streets, covered in dirt and bruises. Five men had chained her.

"Where did the stupid bitch go?" one of the men cursed.

"We paid a lot of money for you, slave."

The woman ran desperately, knocking on every door, but no one answered.

"Please, help me," she cried.

Just as she was about to give up, a man opened his door and quickly ushered her inside. She fell to her knees, thanking him, but was interrupted by sharp pains. She silently screamed.

The man helped her to a bed, urging her to lie down.

"What's your name?" she gasped through the pain.

The man looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

"My name is Sebastian," he said.

She glanced around the room at the weapons and armor.

"Are you a soldier?" she asked.

"I'm retired," he replied.

The woman smiled softly.

"What a hard life you must have lived."

Sebastian hesitated before speaking.

"Are you a slave?"

The woman nodded, smiling sadly.

"Yes."

Sebastian's eyes dropped.

"Your life must've been ten times harder than mine."

"But I survived," she whispered.

As the woman groaned in pain, she asked,

"Tell me about your life as a soldier."

Sebastian remained silent as she screamed again, then continued.

"I was sent to fight at sixteen. It was a suicide to think we could stand a chance against the monsters of sin. We were slaughtered."

The woman's eyes widened.

"How did you survive?"

Sebastian hesitated.

"I ran away," he said quietly.

"You're a deserter," the woman whispered.

"Yeah," Sebastian said, his voice filled with sorrow.

"You did nothing wrong," she replied softly.

Sebastian had never heard such words. He felt his throat tighten.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Elizabeth," she gasped, still struggling with the pain.

Elizabeth smiled through her suffering.

"Thank you for helping me, Sebastian," she whispered. "Can I ask you a favor?"

Sebastian didn't respond, but she continued.

"I don't think I'll survive this pregnancy. I really wanted to live. I wanted to see my child… the color of his eyes, the sound of his cries… the man he would become."

She grabbed his hand tightly.

"I really don't want to die."

Sebastian stood silent, his heart aching.

"I'll take care of your child," he promised.

"That's what you were going to ask me, right?"

As Elizabeth whimpered, she thanked him.

"If God is truly out there, why do people like this deserve such a cruel fate?" Sebastian thought to himself.

Back in Egress, the queen was giving birth. The screams of labor filled the air, and outside the room, Johan and Jonathan paced nervously. The priest prayed loudly, and the doctor helped the queen.

With one final scream, the queen gave birth. A star suddenly appeared above the castle, visible across all of Egress. The people who saw it fell to their knees, bowing in reverence. The priest, overcome with awe, shouted,

"He is God's chosen!"

Johan and Jonathan rushed into the room, and upon seeing the light surrounding the child, they too fell to their knees. The sky above shifted, turning from red to blue.

At that very moment in Cathona, Elizabeth gave birth, and a new star shone above Sebastian's house. Beggars bowed, and a crowd gathered, astonished by the light. A servant from the royal family of Cathona rushed to the Emperor's throne room.

"Your Majesty, a star illuminates the sky."

"A star?" the King asked, his voice filled with shock.

"That means God's chosen has been born. This is a time for celebration!"

"Two stars," the servant corrected.

The King's expression turned to one of disbelief.

"Two stars?" he whispered.

He fell to his knees, recognizing the significance of the event.

At the same moment, in Egress, another servant rushed into the queen's room, breathless.

"Sir, two stars shine in the sky."

Johan and Jonathan rushed to the terrace and gazed up.

"Brother, it is as you said," Johan muttered.

"The end is upon us," Jonathan replied.

"What else did that beggar say, brother?" Johan asked.

"Once two stars cover the sky, the three kings will awake from their slumber and rule over hell once again."

The stars, symbols of both hope and doom, had marked the return of the three calamities. Blood began to pour from the red sky.

"What the hell is this?" Johan asked.

Jonathan's face grew grim.

In the holy palace, Johan and Jonathan rushed to their mother. The pastor, still in a frenzy, mumbled incoherently.

"What's going on?" Jonah asked.

The pastor gasped, "They awake!"

"Who are 'they'?" Jonathan demanded.

"The three kings of calamity," the pastor cried.