The vast expanse of Creation is home to all manner of beings, to sights strange and tales twisted. Of the uncountable worlds filling it, they all fall under the purview of Immortal beings, each as varied as the stars above. These Immortals, known as Gods by those beneath them are often capricious beings, uncaring for the mortals toiling below on the innumerable worlds spread across Creation. To these Gods, humanity is naught but a fuel source, living entertainment to their whims and fancies. Worlds burn, wars are waged, mortals perish and are enslaved enmasse as a status quo. There is no universal law, no rights, no rule save for the rule of the strong. Amid the harsh realities of life within Creation, there stands a group who repel the cruelties and malicious intentions of others. They stand as a beacon of hope, seeking out the means to keep as many worlds as they can spinning, even if only for one more day. They are human; soldiers, saviors, spies, warriors, and assassins. They are the Agents of The Soldier God, his Knights of Man. These are their stories, recountings of how they joined the order, of their various missions and operations. May they serve as lights in the dark forever more.