What is evil? Is it the absence of good, or is it something beyond explanation? Perhaps that is a question for another time.
After God created the Earth, Fate moved to restore balance. Why, you ask? Because too much of anything is dangerous—even goodness. And so, balance was ensured through the birth of an entity, one equal to God Himself. If God was the beginning, then She was the end. If He was light, then She was the abyss that devoured it. If He was love, then She was hatred incarnate. In the grand design of the cosmos, He was not alone.
For in technicality, God had a little sister.
A being of pure malice.
A force beyond comprehension.
Her first act was subtle, a mere tilt of a seedling in the mind of an angel. Lucifer Morningstar—once the brightest of God's creations—was proud, but pride in itself is not evil. It was only when She whispered in his heart that pride became something more. A whisper that twisted into jealousy. A question that festered into rebellion. Why create humans? Why bring forth such imperfect beings when angels were already enough?
And so, his fall was inevitable.
Fate did not mourn, nor did it rejoice. Fate does not choose sides. It simply ensures that the scale remains even. If you were to put it into another perspective, Fate is the Sun of the cosmic order, keeping the planets in place, preventing them from spiraling into chaos.
As time passed, humanity—flawed by nature—began its slow descent into wickedness. God acted accordingly, sending prophets and chosen ones: Abraham, Moses, Jesus, David, and countless others. They were His answer to the corruption that spread like a plague. But the weight of evil was simply too great.
Lucifer—now known as Satan—was already enough to embody ultimate evil. A counterpart was no longer necessary. And so, Fate itself intervened.
She was cast away.
Sealed within the abyss, the void, the place where existence ceases. She raged, of course. She was not meant to be defeated. She was only ever what she needed to be—a villain, a destroyer, a necessary force for the balance of all things. And yet, her struggle was meaningless. Fate had spoken, and nothing could stand against it.
But before her final imprisonment, she left behind a curse upon humanity:
"Nothing will ever be perfect in this cursed existence. Nothing."
And so, the divinity once held by Adam and Eve—the purity they had before they were deceived—would never return to humankind.
Yet the world did not remain unchanged. After her fall, new beings emerged. The divine, once singular, splintered into countless pantheons: Greek, Norse, Egyptian, and many more. Creatures that had never walked the Earth before were born—elves, dwarves, vampires, witches. With this influx of power and chaos, a great war ignited.
A war that lasted for three billion years.
A war for supremacy, where deities and mortal races alike fought for dominion over existence itself.
Fate had to intervene once again.
How the war ended, none can say. But all know what came after.
A force beyond comprehension. A law above gods and monsters.
A System.
And with it, the world would never be the same again.