In the beginning, there was only one realm, one place where all beings resided in harmony. It wasn't some magical Garden of Eden free of suffering and strife, but there was peace of a kind between all races until the Day of Destiny came. Born to each race on that day was a child who would grow up with the wish to see this peace end. Eventually, these children would unite and easily accomplish their goal.

In a place full of creatures whom had never known the true meaning of doubt or mistrust, it was easy for the skillful manipulators to turn all the races against each other. In no time at all, a great war had broken out, and the death toll grew more quickly than a wild fire in a dead forest. Women, children – none escaped the battles. All had to fight to survive just another day. Neighbors who knew one's weakness would exploit it at the first chance they got. Friends who knew one's most closely guarded secrets would expose them at the drop of a hat. No one could be trusted if they were of a different race. No one.

The Gods watched in horror as this war waged on for several months before they finally decided on what to do. The war was ended as each race of creatures was forced into a realm specifically made for them. Once separated, the war was erased from living memory, but the enmity for other races was too deeply engrained in the hearts and minds of all to be purged. This enmity would pass down to the future generations for all eternity and none would remember why.

The Gods would have prevented this if they could, but they were limited in what they could do. As powerful as the Gods were, they were answerable to the Balance of the Universe. And the Balance had dictated that the Manipulators were to be left alive, nor could their actions be undone. So, the Gods could only attempt to minimize the damage, and separation had been the best solution they could come up with.

So, the once single, unified realm was now split into several. The Realm of Light and Clarity. The Realm of Witches and Seers. The Realm of Darkness and the Unknown. The Realm of Changers. The Realm of Unlings. And the Realm of Humans.

Each of these realms had been created by the God or Gods responsible for the creatures within. Each race had been brought into existence by a God, but only the two newest races were true offspring of the Gods. Children of them, but not as powerful. The Balance would not allow that, so these races were lowered to the position of demi-gods. These two races were known as the Children of Light and the Children of Darkness.

The Children of Light were all mostly the same, cursed by the second part of their lineage: clarity. Clearness. The lack of obscurity and ambiguity. All pale, with light grey eyes and soft, blonde hair. Their clothes and world always of a pale hue, no matter what the color. Their wings were always translucent, and it was near impossible to see the patterns that varied as much as wings of butterflies. The minute differences were vastly overshadowed by the overwhelming sameness.

Now, the Children of Darkness were as different as different could be. As the second part of their heritage suggested, the race birthed from the God of Darkness and Unknown was filled with creatures within and beyond human imagination. Each family as strange and odd as the next, and when two Children of Darkness mated, the offspring took on the genes from the stronger family. But this didn't hinder the species in anyway, as new families were always popping up out of nowhere, as was the nature of their kind.

It is with this race our story begins. Eons and eons into the future. With a Child of Darkness who sought the truth more persistently and suffered for it more than any other before him.