A violent eruption amid the midnight sky tore open a searing gate, parting clouds inviting all to peer inside. The stars hid in terror, for they knew full well what lurked within the chasm. Such an event caught the interests of the world's astrologers, attempting to rationalize and divine what this could mean for the future. Most importantly, many of the world's Sovereigns, millennia-old deities but are still youths brimming with naive curiosity, caught interest in this phenomenon.
The Matriarch had birthed all earlier Sovereigns by molding her spirit into their many forms. The Matriarch had been compulsively driven to create. After the Sovereigns, she sacrificed her body to form the planets and life on them. Having created husks incapable of independent actions she sacrificed all she had left, her mind to give them thought, allowing the creatures to craft brilliant societies.
The Sovereigns with newly formed consciousness rushed to gather power for themselves to fill the left by their creator and mother, each becoming various aspects of her essence. Many deciding to mingle with the mortal life and some even forming an intense bond with mortals, creating many new races.
The bravest of the celestial children, Baldr, Prinz der Schwerter, steadfastly approached the opening. Witnessing only a single core of heat and divine energy intermingling, expanding, and contracting on itself in a peculiar rhythm... Not too dissimilar to a beating heart.
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Next came the most knowledgeable of the celestial children, Dana, Prinz der Weisheit. She stared vacantly into the void, this is nothing like anything she has seen or could have even imagined creating. The pressure emanating from within is almost suffocating.
Before long many of the Sovereigns had surrounded the chasm, all of them oblivious to the lack of stars in the sky. All of them except Balor, Prinz der Magie, who returned to his domain, preparing for the first hardship to face any Sovereign.
Gaining traction, the magmatic core began taking shape, gradually taking the form of a human girl, sleeping. Not uncommon to Sovereigns, most of them possessed a similar form. What differentiated the girl was her pale skin, markings, and hair that lacked pigment. No Sovereign was ever born with such a complex and all had brilliantly colored hair that rivaled rainbows nor had they any blemished skin. As well as, being the youngest of all Sovereigns.
The opening of her eyes struck immense fear in all who saw the moment. Her self begotten genesis could have only been an ill omen to the Sovereigns, marking the end of an era and the birth of a new. For Eri, the Prinzessin der Unordnung, has awoken and she shall reap chaos among their peaceful paradise.