[i]I envied my brother's creations. They were perfect. Absolutely perfect. It was sickening. In a jealous rage, I cursed them with mischief, my very nature. They would prank. They would cause needless trouble. They would tease and mock. They would start fights. They would cause their brethren to bring harm upon one another. And so was the first evil.

Meanwhile, I went back to my griffins. They said to me, that I should not live eternal without a glorious title. So, I was christened by my creations Ivi, Lord Of The Wind, God Of The Air. I also requested them to add one more title. Ivi, Prince Of Mischief.[/i]