Before there was war, there was unity.*
Before hunger.
Before silence.
Before purity.
Before flame.
There were four.
**Nyxarok, Nithralok, Luminax, and Ignisythor.**
Not rivals. Not adversaries. **Siblings.**
Not by blood, nor by matter, nor by time.
They were the **Firstborn of the Primordial Multiverse**, the architects of all existence. When the void was young and fragile, when the first stars had not yet burned and time had not yet flowed, they stood together in an eternal balance.
**Nyxarok**, the eldest, was **the First Shadow**, the **Unraveling Maw**, a being woven from the infinite dark between possibilities. His voice whispered between moments, shaping the formless abyss into structure.
**Nithralok**, second-born, was **the Keeper of Silence**, a guardian of the boundary between existence and nothingness. Where Nyxarok's hunger sought to shape and consume, Nithralok tempered it with stillness. He was not the void itself, but the **veil that contained it.**
**Luminax**, the third, was **the Architect of Order**, the first light that ignited against the vast unformed abyss. She saw the shapeless rawness of their domain and wove it into harmony, guiding chaos into beauty.
**Ignisythor**, the youngest, was **the Flame of Creation and Destruction**, the forge that burned between beginnings and endings. She saw the beauty Luminax shaped and tested its strength in fire, knowing that nothing could be eternal if it did not survive the crucible of change.
Together, the **Four Sovereigns** shaped the first **multiverse**, balancing shadow and light, silence and flame.
And for eons, they **were one.**
Until they were not.
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### **The Hunger That Was Never Satisfied**
Nyxarok had always been the eldest. The first to awaken. The first to witness the nothingness before creation.
And for a time, that nothingness had **been enough**.
But as **existence grew**, as more realities flourished, as stars ignited and civilizations bloomed across endless dimensions… Nyxarok felt something.
A deep, aching, **incomprehensible void** within himself.
**The more that was created, the hungrier he became.**
At first, he only devoured what Luminax deemed flawed, what Ignisythor deemed weak. He thought himself a necessary force—**the reset, the counterbalance** to unchecked existence.
But he **began to taste**.
He tasted the stories of those he consumed. The memories of dying stars. The whispers of forgotten gods. He felt the *weight* of existence, and it was intoxicating.
So he took more.
At first, his siblings **allowed it**, believing his hunger to be **purposeful**. But then…
He did not **stop.**
He **could not** stop.
Luminax tried to reason with him. Nithralok tried to still him. Ignisythor challenged him. But Nyxarok had **already seen the truth.**
Existence itself was **a wound.**
A ceaseless, expanding, **writhing infection of reality** that would never find peace. That would never end.
So he would **end it.**
Not out of malice. Not out of spite. But because he believed, **in the very core of his being**, that it was the only truth worth pursuing.
And so, the **First Betrayal** was committed.
Nyxarok turned on his siblings, devouring an entire **nascent reality** before their eyes—a world not yet fully formed, still in its infancy.
It was **Luminax** who tried to stop him first.
It was **Ignisythor** who challenged him next.
And it was **Nithralok** who struck the hardest.
But none of them could **kill him**.
They could only **banish him** into the Deep Abyss, where he would sleep… where he would **hunger**.
And when he awoke, he was no longer their brother.
He was **the Devourer of Realities.**
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### **The Silence That Chose to Remain**
In the war against Nyxarok, **Nithralok had been the harshest.**
For in his heart, he had once understood his brother.
But he could not accept his path.
Nithralok had once been **the boundary**, the stillness between all things. It was he who had ensured that the first realms **did not collapse** under their own weight. That the balance was upheld.
But when the war ended, and Nyxarok was sealed away, **Nithralok realized the truth**.
**Nothing could last.**
Even **order would fall**—if not to Nyxarok, then to entropy, to conflict, to the weight of time.
So he withdrew.
He abandoned his sister's vision of **endless order**. He abandoned the forge of **creation and destruction**.
Instead, he became **Silence.**
A force that neither shaped nor consumed, but simply… **waited**.
For he knew, in the end, that **all things must come to him.**
Even his siblings.
Even the multiverse itself.
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### **The Light That Refused to Dim**
When Luminax saw the **fall of her brothers**, she was **devastated**.
She had loved them all.
But she could not—**would not**—accept that reality itself was doomed to their hunger, their apathy, their destruction.
So she **fought**.
She **forged the Celestial Order**, gathering forces that would uphold existence **no matter the cost**.
She knew she could never **kill Nyxarok**.
She knew she could never **convince Nithralok** to stand with her again.
But she could **hold the line**.
She would **protect the fragile multiverse**, no matter how many times it shattered.
Even if it meant **becoming something cold and unyielding**—a ruler, rather than a sister.
A protector, rather than a friend.
And so, **Luminax burned on**, not just as light…
But as the **unwavering flame of defiance.**
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### **The Fire That Chose to Burn Alone**
Ignisythor had once danced between **creation and destruction**, knowing that both were necessary.
But when Nyxarok fell, and Nithralok withdrew, and Luminax became **rigid** in her pursuit of order…
**She saw the truth.**
They were all **fools.**
Nyxarok thought consumption would free him.
Nithralok thought silence would save him.
Luminax thought order would preserve her.
But **none of them understood the true nature of existence.**
It was **not meant to be devoured, nor contained, nor preserved.**
It was meant to **burn.**
To collapse and rise anew.
To **die** and be **reborn**.
So she left them.
She would forge her **own** multiverse.
One where **creation and destruction** existed in **balance**, forever cycling, forever **burning anew**.
And so, the Four who had once been one…
**Became something else.**
And in the endless echoes of their shattered bond…
The **war** began.