Three creations of no origins had been made aware of themselves in the void. Each of these monstrous beings were different from the next, but each knew they were kin of a kind, yet they shared a primordial bond

The first was a spirit wrapped in a night no light could ever burn through. He was a tired creature, asleep even when his sisters played around to his annoyance. Yet he never moved to stop them.

The other two were twins only in spirit, their twisted forms were opposites of heat and ice. They circled each other in a dangerous dance, their contrasting natures a constant threat, yet they maintained a balance of love and life. Over time, their laughter faded and there eyes looked over the worlds they made. The laws they bore into the universe were carefully calculated and ever strict.

The eldest sister grew satisfied with the chorus and the verse they made but she felt something was missing and in a moment of sheer brilliance she split her soul into thousands of pieces. Each one was planted in the sisters favorite world and from the cracks of her soul grew and seven species emerged: Elves, Fairies, Humans, Dwarfs, Gnomes, Giants, and Angels. With this the first god fell, rendered empty by her own hand.

Yet the creatures could not succeed in life on the barren world, for they were nothing more than fragments of a broken soul. Unlike the gods, they needed to eat and sleep to survive and even then, they still died with time. They were fragile, vulnerable beings, far removed from the immortal power of their creators. What’s more, they did something that even she, in her infinite wisdom, was unable to fathom. They reproduced. However it was not the simple act of creating children, but the fact that in this way their souls did not diminish. With each new life came with it another soul, sometimes stronger than the one it was born from.

Yet still, they diminished. She would not let her soul fade like this. After years of watching and mourning, she resolved herself and shattered her own soul as well. She however, focused not on the quality of her creation but rather ensured a certain quantity. She planted the seeds of animals, cows, ox, sheep and horses, as well as many of the animals that exist seemingly to ensure an endless cycle of food and worldly stability. Yet she also planted creatures of great evil. Because of this the population of the world would be controlled and her sisters, no both of their sacrifices would not be ruined by the mysterious growth of their broken souls.

13 creatures of darkness were born; Orcs, Goblins, Centaurs, kobolds, ogres, gnolls, trolls, stonemen, kelpratas, harpies, werewolves, snakes and demons. Their purpose seemingly, is to hunt the creatures of seven. It began as an endless war. One that the last remaining god was saddened to see when he woke up. He felt the souls of his sisters locked in endless combat and his non-existent heart broke from the misery. His sisters loved each other, and though dangerous to each other they would play in endless joy.

Unable to bear the sight before him he did something that had been long forgotten, even by him. Though he couldn't remember a time before his sisters, he himself had forgotten that it was he who crafted them. For with his great power, he was able to create a form of life without the need to ruin himself. For he was the Origin, and it was from his soft breaths pulled at the entire universe itself.

From his next breath another god was born, then he took another and another was born. He created them in the image of his fallen kin. While he allowed himself to be…disappointed to find they were no longer with him, he had marveled at what they had built. And so to honor their memory he ensured that something of them would remain, even in the heavens.

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After a thousand years of watching each species, there had been one key feature to which they all shared: love. So he made a male that was born from the image of the thirteen and the female created after those of the 7. These were his creations, but they would be his sister's children. He left them with a task, to watch over the world their mothers had given birth to and he went back to sleep dripping in sorrow.

The new millennium was a dark era, but slowly and surely the two new bearings were able to adjust well into their position. They could easily guide the creatures their predecessors left them, an understanding emulating from the well crafted soul that perfectly mirrored those they would lead. When the origin next woke, he found they had also married and gave birth to eight children. While not knowing what emotion was, the grandpa was proud to find his wonderful children and when he slept next the world filled with a golden age.

After the Mother had given birth to her eight children, she knew it was time to ensure there would be no more. She tore out her own womb and it spirited it to those who she looked after. Imbuing it into 7 of her favorite children. They were revered and in this way saints had entered into the world. Divine beings born from the womb of a god but grown in the shell of a mortal.

While the years had indeed been blessed, the gods understood the goal of the mothers. So there was little interference to that baser nature of the mortal. It could be suppressed or ignored for sure and indeed a mixing of the species had indeed given birth to new creatures, the 7 and the 13 did grow in number but what's more, they intermixed, and creatures of both sides of the fence were born. Yet at the end of the day, they were enemies. The endless cycle of death and rebirth continued and the world grew.

As intended.

Yet, mortals have a short memory. Spirits of opposite, akin to fire and ice turned to good and evil.

Good denoused evil and evil simply proved them right with their baser actions. Records changed and the father had become a god of pure evil while the mother was written as a holy being. No one knew about the origin’s sisters anymore, for they knew that the mother and the father created the world but the father betrayed the mother.

As far as the mortals were concerned. The evil god had ensnared the mother and over centuries the mortal influence caused the children to turn their eyes to their parents in a new, corrupted light. No child wants to walk in on their parents' most intimate moments. Especially the Seventh son who worshiped his mother. Yet the child came home one day to find his mother was indeed in chains and his father was towering over her.

He could only flee, horrified by the sight of his parents' dark desires. The twisted display convinced him that his father was truly evil. Unfortunately, therapy wasn’t an option for the gods, as such a concept didn’t exist in their world—a pity, for they could have been rich. The gods, despite their power, could not easily challenge their parents, even against just one. This was something their mother had foreseen, the real reason why she tore out her own womb.

Instead, they plotted and schemed not caring for the imbalance that the world they were meant to care for was facing. Soon enough they managed to trick their father. He fell into a trap and was banished in a cage between the world itself. Yet it seemed too late to save their mother for she was bound in chains of her own. It was clear that she was bound by the father and the three women truly knew what bound her, though they wouldn't inform their male counterparts.

Still, to the world, evil was contained. In the end evil was abandoned and good flourished. Yet the breaths of the universe were slowly quickening, and it would soon be time for the sleeper to awaken.