Far beyond recorded history, further beyond human imagining, there was only Abattis.
Long before the Titans, before Uranus and Gaea, before the stars and heavens it existed. It was a shapeless void, a ghostly ether. Alone and aware, it decided to build worlds for its amusement. And so galaxies and universes formed, worlds, suns and stars. Then came the life for each realm, world and dimension. Abattis was responsible for all. But the more it built, the weaker it became. Soon the creations began creating. And thus, at some point, Gods and Pantheons were defined and wars began between the Abattis's creations. There'd once been 27 different domains, pantheons. Now, only the Greeks, Egyptians and Norse survived.
Perhaps the Abattis knew its time
was over. All things ends. Whatever its reasoning, it called on the last bit of
its primality, reaching inward to pluck out the strands of strength, wisdom and
hope. Body, mind and heart. All the viable and most important parts of its own
self and fashioned the Moirae. The Great Balance. Birth, life and death. These
sentient beings would keep the Grand Design of All Worlds, be the bearers of it
all. Even Gods would harken to obey the words of Destiny and Fate. Abattis
formed three spheres of light, shells to keep these creatures safe until he
found a female to bear them. They were Primal in nature but would be Divinity
born.
And so they were for bbattis searched
among all his worlds and found a vessel for them. Her name was Anayat'Inskle
and she was the last of the Shangrian pantheon. They were a race of demonkyn
whose profound healing skills and mastery of bladed weapons was renowned and
revered. They were gentle, peaceful and protective.
When Zeus the Great Olympian God
King came with his Titan Armies, he annihilated all in his path. No mercy was
shown and no quarter given. Anayat, heavy with the children of Abattis deep in
her womb, begged for her life and that of the babies she'd been entrusted with.
Pausing in his cause, the Greek God listened as the female told him what she
knew, laying a clawed hand on his shoulder, her thoughts became his entirely…
A
voice that lingered hauntingly, of whispering sighs, water over rocks, the snow
falling on fertile ground. A rustle of leaves, a cacophony of sound that both
horrified and soothed in a strange way. Abattis was the beginning. Abattis
had brought it all about. But now, such chaos abounded, Abattis was resolved
to fix it with the last of its own powers. As all things begin, so too must
they end. Abattis would fix it, leave
guardians in place. They would be so strong. Whomever ruled the Moirae would
rule all and have dominion over Birth, Life and Death...
Zeus watched through Anayat’s memories the
knowledge Abattis had allowed her: three tiny, glowing balls of pure light.
One, thrummed red with burning untold strength and would be able to rise time
and again above the cruelest blows. The second one pulsed with a phosphorus,
translucent blue, full of quiet intelligence and philosophical insouciance. The
third shimmered softly with a violet hue, infused with hope, faith and a type
of love that no other creature would bear. An innocence that would survive
despite the rigors of eternity.
The King of the Greek Gods saw all
the secrets Abattis had never meant for any but his precious Moirae and Anayat
to know.
And now, Zeus coveted the gifts
these children would bear. If he controlled them, he would rule all. All!
Zeus slew the demonkyn without
thought, cut the Moirae from her womb and took them to Olympus. He claimed them
before one and all as his children. Only Hera knew the full truth and despite
her cold, imperious nature, she took them to her heart. When they came of age,
Zeus had them swear fealty to him, the Olympians and Olympus itself. They
didn't realize their word was binding, their words sealed not just the fate of
others, but their own. If they swore to something, they had to hold to it. Or
they died.
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