In the beginning, there was Chaos.
Three thousand years ago, Chaos reigned over the world. He crafted the earth, raised the mountains, carved the rivers, and sowed the forests. He brought forth creatures of all kinds, yet a deep loneliness lingered within him. As he shaped the wild jungles, Chaos surveyed his dominion and felt an aching void.
“Hmm…” he mused, running a hand through his thick, curly hair, a blend of black and gray. “I crave life,” he declared, ignoring the reptiles gathering at his feet as he began to mold something in his own image.
A tiny human sprang to life, darting about with unbridled joy.
“This is good,” Chaos said with a faint smile.
But Chaos wouldn’t be Chaos without adding a twist.
“Magic,” he murmured, his green-gray eyes glinting with intent. “You won’t just resemble me,” he told the little figure. “You’ll wield my magic, and I shall be your guardian.”
Thus, the first witches and warlocks came into being.
With the dawn of humanity, a woman appeared before Chaos, matching his stature. She was clearly no mere mortal. But who was she?
“I am Fate,” she proclaimed, her voice resonating with otherworldly grace, her presence bathed in a radiant glow. Her long, golden hair shimmered like the sun. Her hands were raised skyward, and her face was so breathtaking that even the Creator himself couldn’t look away.
Fate lifted her chin with pride and unfurled pristine white wings behind her. Chaos was captivated by her, just as she was by him.
Inspired by Chaos, Fate decided to create beings in her likeness, calling them light mages. Those under her protection were gifted with the power of healing and an extraordinary capacity for empathy.
Together, Chaos and Fate ruled, until the first human grew old.
“Fate,” Chaos called out to the woman as she listened to the prayers of her followers. “Something strange is happening.”
Fate turned her head slightly and saw Chaos gazing at a human in a shadowy alley.
“This human… are they dying?” Fate focused her full attention on the scene.
A dark mist swirled near the human, and from it emerged a woman with piercing eyes and hair as black as pitch, wild strands framing her face. Her black gown, its train draped over her arm, exuded an air of authority. She radiated confidence, and a chilling, graveyard cold emanated from her.
“I am Death,” she stated emotionlessly. The small human collapsed, eyes closing forever.
Chaos studied the woman from head to toe, his gaze lingering on her low-cut neckline. A new emotion stirred in Fate—jealousy toward Death. But the woman in black didn’t so much as blink; she seemed utterly indifferent to the pair.
In time, Death, too, desired followers. She created dark mages, beings imbued with the magic of death, known among the people as battle mages. Their demeanor exuded confidence, and their power was so immense that even Chaos felt a pang of envy: the dark mages could easily overpower his witches.
This spurred Chaos to craft something stronger, something beyond Death’s grasp. He created demons. Abandoning his witches to their fate, hoping they would fade away, he devoted all his time to his demons.
Chaos, Fate, and Death—the architects of the world, the creators of witches, mages, humans, and demons.
From the Author
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