The Rule of the Shadow
Long ago. In a world before yours. In a reality now long gone. There was the Age of The Dark. The Ancient Times were ruled by three overseeing powers. Entities born from nothing, but meaning everything. The Darkness was the first. It is the eldest form of intelligent life in all of existence. The Universe came second, bringing with it hope in the dark. The Darkness and The Universe fell in love and they created The First Light. Chaos, Neutrality and Goodness were their monikers. But, The Darkness grew bored quickly. It began to experiment with its powers, its reach. It took over the mind of a small creature, and caused the downfall of a small planet. Intoxicated with this new way to pass his time. The Darkness repeated his unforgivable act twelve more times. It was only after the thirteenth time that The Universe finally confronted her beloved. But The Darkness did not care for the words of the one he loved .. once. Now he was enamoured by power. Without anyone at hand to stop him, The Darkness swallowed all. Every planet. Every creature. Every living thing. By the end of his great hunger there was nothing left. Only he, his love and their child. Out of fear that her love would repeat his atrocious act over and over again; The Universe decided to turn against her love. She concocted a special potion, of sorts. That would force The Darkness into a deep and eternal slumber. Once The Darkness was put to rest, The Universe and The First Light joined hands and created Life and Death, though the latter would often refer to himself as ‘Fantasy’. And it was in their hands that they left responsibilities to create new life, new planets and their symphonies that you have come to learn. But, forever looming in an eternal slumber laid The Darkness. Plotting his revenge. And what a revenge it would be.
The Darkness had been a captive for several millennia when cut off a small piece of himself and managed to slip it out of his prison. The small patch of shadow, embedded with its master’s essence, turned into a small creature. Its task was simple. “Eara is your destination. Find me a Champion. Create for me an army!”. The small creature would find a young God, brother to another God, a hero even among the deities. A selfless man with no wish to rule. Eager to prove himself the better, the young God always challenged his perfect brother. But was always defeated. The shadowed creature approached the young God one fateful night. Convincing the young God with promises of greatness. And so it happened. The young God forged a pact with the creature. He defeated the perfect brother in battle and then crowned himself King of the Gods, and Father of the Gods. He declared himself ‘The first born God of Eara’. His strength had grown tenfold. The young God then created four sons. From rock, stone, thunder and lightning. To serve as his guardians. But then the young God did something the shadowed creature could not foresee. He grew arrogant and lazy. Conceited. Fat and drunk. No longer the warrior he once was, but still possessing over the immense powers the shadow had bestowed upon him. The shadowed creature decided to end their contract prematurely.
“Agreed”, King Dolomius agreed rather easily. “But on one condition”, he added. “I keep my strength, and if I do not, Solara shall be your final destination”. The King of the Gods signed a contract of his own making. He no longer had any use for this creature. His powers were his might. Without them, he would not be able to rule over the other God-kin. He wouldn’t be able to control them. The creature only contemplated the choice for a brief few seconds. Then signed the contract using its tail. The pact between the shadow creature and the young God had come to an end. Instantly the young God tested his might. It was all still there. Every power at his command. He chuckled and then cackled. While the small creature went on its way to find a new host. One he would be able to control better. One who wants war. Who wants to rule all, not just fill their bellies and wet their cocks. The search was short. Surprisingly short. The creature sensed a deep and dark rage. A caged monster begging to be released. Howling for carnage. The shadowed creature was instinctively drawn towards it and at the end of its run it found another young God. He was by himself.