Creation Lore

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Creation Lore - Primoris Orsus

(All credits go to Swgrclan/Cameron for writing this)

 

I; The Primoris Orsus

There was never a “beginning” to the Void. In its vast endlessness, it was a murk where light and darkness took no discernible shape, and the chaos that is now known was settled and gently teeming. If the Void is known now as a plane where infinite things shimmer into existence (only to simply fade away), then here, in this time and state where Men could only explain it as “young-seeming”, there were only gentle flickerings of brightness; conceiving from a baseless imagination of the nothingness, still without the tumultuous tremors which the ages of Gods and Men incited.

 

The gentle lights were many, some bright and all few. They danced across this emptiness, like heatless sparks in a black lake which bore no water, only its drifting nature. They were like seeds, containing a light the Void did not share; tiny embodiments which defied the Great Obscure they roamed until eventual suffocation. But as embers can be drawn to incite a great fire, something unruly occurred -- a disturbance in the nothingness, a crease in the drift, a light in the dark.

 

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It was great and terrible and blinding -- and it could only be perceived by Gods and Men that it was a great luminescence in the shadow, but their minds are too feeble, too limited to understand what transpired here. It is from this, the brightest inception of light, that darkness itself was born, and both were cast into the screaming Void. The endless murk that surrounded this overbearing luminescence recoiled, aghast; sent into a violent frenzy where it twisted and bent and distorted, no longer knowing the strange peace it once before, in a time before time.

 

It is through this that the Void truly became the Void, and from the undying light born from it drew forth one being born of the same brightness that tore through the Everything-and-Nothing. The Genitor, the Aedifex, the CREATOR rushed through the chaotic murk which raged at Him, for He defied the uncertainty of the Void, and broke free from it’s ensnaring by the Light which he was bound to. The nameless Creator wrestled with the frenzied beast that the Void had become, and through this unperceivable struggle, Creation was formed.

 

[ A depiction of Early Creation. ]

 

II; The Thriving

There was nothing better to call it than… “Creation”. Closed off from the twisting Void beyond, the fabrications of the good Aedifex were trapped within a shielding overlay known as the “Veil”. The Veil is where Creation and the Void met and collided in conflict, never able to bond and instead forming a border plane where the timeless enemies of Creation, known as “Voidal Horrors”, took true shape. Here, the Voidal Horrors swam through the half-murk of the Veil, yet failed to break through it, for in the early times of the great genesis, the Veil was young and strong.

 

 

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But though time just began to take shape, in its primal, dismayed youth, it was apparent to the Creator that it may soon run out. The Void clawed at His domain yearningly, seeking to consume it like every other flicker of light that once danced across its murk, and indeed the Veil suffered a weakening in due time. Thus, the Creator made a great sacrifice -- the Primordials were made from His clay, from His existential being and lawless form, and set upon paths destined to keep His Creation secure and thriving.

 

There were three, and they were thus:

The Vigil was made from the plucked rib of the good Aedifex, and then cast to the emptiness which bordered the dark Veil of Creation. There, the Primordial was assigned the duty of holding back those who would wish to invade the Creator’s orderly domain and keeping the Veil strong in the absence of its good father.

 

The Preserver was made from the left hand of the Creator, and cast off toward the endlessly shining brightness that lingered the center of Creation, known by Men as the “Sun”. There, the Primordial was able to take witness to all of Creation, and later ponder upon its dismaying design, tasked with the duty of keeping the Father of All’s domain intact for ages to come.

 

It was not until a later time that The Composer would come into existence, for much would transpire before the Primordial’s presence was truly needed in the vast designs that stretched across the young cosm.

 

III; The Formation

In the Creator’s realm, there was little to covet other than the cosm’s right to exist in the first place. It is this understanding of emptiness that drove the good father to incite a most important creation, for the vast nothingness that inhabited His Creation reminded him of the uncertain murk which laid in wait beyond the Veil. There was not certainty in what should inhabit His domain until he peered toward the for His inspiration. It is from the nature of the Bright Tear that the Genitor realized what creation would come to dwell, and, indeed, inherit His cosmos, for that which shined from the Sun was Light; and the brighter the Light, the deeper the Shadow.

 

From half of His soul, the Creator formed the Creator Shards. Through the halving and shattering of His spirit, those known as the Immortals, the Aengudaemons, were cast out into the vast spaciousness of Creation, destined to inherit great power, but would assume incorporeality, for they were Immortal, and physical formalities incite expiration. The Creator Shards drifted through the cosmos absently, awaiting their time to take true shape and flourish.

 

From half of His heart, the Creator formed Souls. Inheriting His compassion and life, these entities known as “Souls” would soon become those known as Mortals, for they were drawn from the Creator’s corporeal make, and thus destined to live a true life when the time came they could find a home in Creation. Alongside the Creator Shards, the Souls danced like flickering stars through the cosmos, and in this early age, Mortals and Immortals were as close as kin.

 

IV; The First Suffering

As the Creator plucked himself apart for the betterment of His domain, the Veil that surrounded it faltered, weakened by the good father’s willing downward spiral. It is through and along all of the Veil that the soulless Voidal Horrors, who were given shape through inhabiting the smeared border between Creation and Void, rallied, for they sought to invade and devour. Though the Vigil’s efforts to decimate them were unrelenting, the Voidal Horrors bore no limit to number; their gnashing, twisting, un-uniform masses drew forth from the Everything and Nothing beyond, giving no pause in this time of the Creator’s weakness.

 

When the Vigil cried out to the cosmos for help, it was not his brother, the Preserver, who departed from the Sun to assist, but rather the hundreds of thousands of young Creator Shards that still danced along with the Souls of unformed Men. Parting from them, the seedling Immortals converged upon the Voidal Horrors and drove the majority back. The few behemoths of the Void survived this existential retaliation, and clung to the Veil in desperate effort to retain their physicalities and unbridled power while their brethren perished, the true chaotic Void devouring their corporeal beings.

 

It is through the weakening of the Creator that the light which stemmed from the Sun flickered and grew less luminant than it was in inception. Thousands upon thousands of ungrown Aengudaemons recognized this, and thus they committed a great sacrifice of their own as an emulation of their good father. It is by investing in the nigh-endless energies bound to the Creator’s spiritual fragments that these Creator Shards became martyrs, for with a great unified burst, they embodied the same brilliant light that the Aedifex was born from. They became the Stars; lining the cosmos, and keeping the Veil clean of the Void’s tainted darkness.

 

 

V; The Last Light

As the Creator waned, His drive to create was at its highest. After the the First Suffering, the Creator Shard seedlings that remained drifting through the cosm began to take shape, inciting the definition and formation of Aenguls and Daemons. Many of them formed, weak and nameless, yet some soon gained power. Among them were Aerial and Apohet, and Xan and Tahariae and Dragur, and then Iblees and Gazardiael. The last of the Named Ones seemed to drift from the deepest center of the cosmos, barely denoting his true origin as an Aengul. It is by the hand of these Aenguls and Daemons that the incorporeal heavenly bodies known as “Immortal Realms” took shape; each forged their own, embodying that which they all represented, even though there was little to represent in the early ages of Creation.

 

Aerial and Iblees were left realmless, drifting absently through the space of Creation, for they did not yet conceive realms of their own.

 

As the Aengudaemons toiled to shape homes of their own, it is within the deepest, emptiest expanse of Creation that the Father of All roamed to. There, drawn from His bosom, such a great shimmering light burned from the nothingness he lingered that even the Gods were left blind and the Primordials above them were only immune to. With the fading of this last light, the Genitor, the Aedifex, the Creator was gone; and in His place loomed the final Primordial, the Composer, who was fashioned with the Creator’s mind itself. Within the greatest emptiness of Creation was now the corporeal Mortal Realms, where Souls then drew longingly to.

 

The Composer, as the inheritor of the absent Creator’s mind, dug the desolate clay from the earth of the Mortal Realms, and guided the Souls of Men into it. From his hand, mortals took true shape, and among them Four Brothers came to rise as their leaders.

 

VI; The Antiquity of Men

As the Composer breathed life into Men, it is then that the tumultuous histories of the cosm took place. In these old ages of Men, the Archaengul Aeriel took claim to the Moon that had broken off with the fragmented creation of the Mortal Realms. It is the latent, inherited power of that place that allowed her to become the Caretaker of Souls, for the Souls of Men drifted to the Moon after demise, distinguishing it as the Soul Stream few know as “Ebriaetas”.

 

The betrayal of Iblees, the Daemon of Ruin, incited his imprisonment at the end of the 30 Year War. It was not an Immortal Realm beyond the Mortal World that he was trapped in, but rather an endless cavernous domain that lies carved as deep as the Lifeforce Banks, the subterranean hollows which perpetuate the physical realm’s Cycle of Life. Iblees’ binding there had set underground world alight, for his rage was unrelenting and knew no bounds; and thus, the Nether was formed, its accursed expanse trapped within the nigh-endless depths of earth of the World of Men.