In the beginning, there was only God. Not as you would imagine a being, but as an all-encompassing existence, vast and unknowable. It is said that God's will was so pure and infinite, it could not exist in one whole form, his own nature was too vast and overwhelming to remain whole.
The vastness of his existence and the multitude of desires, emotions, and thoughts within him became too much for him to bear as a singular being. Unable to comprehend or manage the overwhelming complexity of his own form, he chose to divide himself, creating separate beings to embody the parts of himself he could no longer hold together. In this way, each fragment took on a single aspect of his essence, allowing him to make sense of his vast nature by experiencing it through smaller, more focused entities.
So, in an act of creation, God divided Himself. He split His essence into two parts—one bright, full of virtue and goodness; the other dark, a shadow of all that could be twisted and corrupted.
The purest of His traits became the gods of Heaven. Each god was a reflection of an aspect of God's goodness—strength, wisdom, love, and grace. They ruled over the virtues, each one embodying a specific ideal, shaping the world as it was meant to be. Together, they maintained the balance of light and life, guiding creation with steady hands.
But within God's dark essence, a different force began to form. These were the traits that could not be embraced by Heaven—all the corruptions that can twist the heart of any being. These traits gave birth to the seven Kings of Hell. Each King embodied one of the seven deadly sins, ruling over a realm filled with demons and lost souls.
Lust: The King of Lust is driven by endless desire, always craving more but never satisfied. His world is full of fleeting pleasures that never bring true fulfillment.
Gluttony: The King of Gluttony consumes endlessly, never feeling full. His realm is a constant feast that leaves you emptier with every bite.
Greed: The King of Greed always wants more, never content with what he has. His world is one of constant hunger for power and wealth.
Sloth: The King of Sloth is lazy and indifferent, causing others to do nothing. His realm is one of inaction and wasted time.
Wrath: The King of Wrath is consumed by anger, destroying everything in his path. His world is a place of constant chaos and violence.
Envy: The King of Envy constantly wants what others have. His realm is filled with jealousy and longing, never letting anyone feel at peace.
Pride: The King of Pride sees himself as better than everyone else. His world is one of isolation, where no one can match his greatness.
Their existence was a necessary counterbalance, for without darkness, there could be no light. Each King was as different from the others as night is to day, but together, they represented the darker parts of creation, those that would bring chaos and destruction.
And so, the world was shaped. The heavens above, bright and vibrant, ruled by the gods. The hells below, dark and full of suffering, ruled by the Kings of Hell. In between, the mortal realm—humanity, creatures of both light and darkness, born with the potential to be influenced by either side.
God, in His infinite wisdom, allowed humanity to be born in His image. But unlike the gods and demons, humans were born empty—blank slates. They had no inherent identity or purpose. Instead, their identities were shaped by the influences that surrounded them. The gods could instill divine purpose, while the demons could sow corruption and sin. The stronger the influence, the more powerful the being became. And so, humanity existed in a delicate balance, ever shaped by the forces of both Heaven and Hell.
Yet, among the many mortals, there was one who would not be swayed. One who, despite being born in God's image, would refuse to accept either side—the side of light or the side of darkness. This man, like all others, feared death, but his fear ran deeper than most. It was not just the end of life that frightened him—it was the thought of losing everything that made him who he was. His relationships, his passions, his very identity—gone in an instant. And so, he made a choice.
He rejected everything.
He rejected his connections, his sense of self, his identity. He cast aside the influence of the gods, the demons, the very spark of life that had been given to him. In doing so, he gave birth to something new. Something that had no place in the world of Heaven or Hell.
Abyss.
Abyss was not born from God's division. It was an anomaly—an entirely new sin, one that even God had not foreseen. It was the sin of nothingness, of total rejection. It sought to erase identity itself, to bring about an existence devoid of all meaning, of all purpose. Abyss had no shape, no form, and no foundation. It was the absence of everything.
And as the 8th King of Hell, Abyss would one day be born into the mortal realm, not through the will of God, but through the fear and despair of one ordinary man. His name would be forgotten, his existence erased, but the mark he left on the world would be felt for eternity.