Entities brought into being directly by the hands of the Primordial, through interraction with the Abstract, Deities are essentially Inaniae's children. While Lucy was not crafted directly of his essence, Aaurus was, and it was this deity that came to create reality as we know it. Deities may come to be from reality as well, ascending to power and surpassing the bounds of their origins, to reign as creators and molders of new realms--such is the way of things. Like all beings, gods are mortals, defined by their ability to be killed, but inability to die of old age.

The first of Inaniae's children, Aaurus is the primal cause of reality, having crafted the three realms and their inhabitants in Reality's Genesis so many thousands of years ago. He is an enigmatic deity who, at times, oversees his creation, interfering very little, though he is not unwilling to do so. His nature is similar to a painter protecting his masterpiece, unwilling to let it fade into obscurity, but equally as unwilling to alter it with his own hands Aaurus is one who would use subtle manipulation rather than direct intervention. When made to manifest for the eyes of worldly mortals, Aaurus' body appears composed of a type of essence crystal, with the same make-up as a rare mineral of reality. This mineral has roughly the same make up as a soul and as such is why he, a god, is made up of such.

A mysterious mother figure of reality, Lucy was the first of the firstborne, a demon brought to ascension by Aaurus through the bond they shared. Her whereabouts and interactions with reality are largely unknown, if they exist at all.

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Beings that transcend worldly mortality, but do not entirely depart their place of origin, these beings are those who ascend mortality, are created upon this pedestal, or whom serve the Divine Equation. To this there are few exceptions

An incarnation of the great Old One, Inaniae wrought himself form by possessing Lucy and forcing her essence through Lilith, who then gave birth to his vessel, and subsequently the race of demons now known as Nightwalkers. He was the founder of the Western Kingdom of Hell, the Creator of the Chimeric Citadel, and perhaps the most feared among the Firstborne as his power was without equal. He, after a time, became bored with living and began to think he might rejoin his true body--the Void-- to bring about the destruction of the boring place that he thought himself to reside within. Aaurus fooled him, derailing his thought and gradually tricking him into believing he was a demon in truth, rather than an Elder God in demon form. So when he attempted a demonic ritual it shattered his soul, scattering it among the Nightwalkers. To this day he has sought to gather his many fragments and assimilate them into himself, so he may reign in his power, and cull the reality that he believes to have defied him. Such is his terrible wrath.

An avatar of the Abstract, Terminus are reality's grim reaper, but this is not their sole purpose. No, rather than simply reap souls as society believes them to, Terminus are harvesters and cultivators of concepts and new flavors of being, attempting to bring new life to strange and bizarre ideas that their true mind, The Abstract, has yet to internalize. Upon the completion of a being's purpose, a fulfilling of their potential, they are reaped, or harvested, their conceptual existence given to the Abstract and their form given to the Void--each which enriches the other. Without them, reality is without purpose and would be culled by the void, for once ideas can no longer be fostered from its form, it is deemed unworthy. Such is the way of the Divine Equation.

Once supreme keepers, crafted by the gods to guard the junctions between realms, the Gatekeepers have since been fragmented and largely destroyed. These beings were capable of playing the World's very Essence, thus influencing the minds and souls of any who experienced their song. They were fickle beings dedicated to the balance of their respective realms, and thus the balance of the whole. One true Keeper remains, her name Luciana, who is the Gatekeeper of earth, seeking to maintain reality's balance eternally. This is the way of her kind.

Known as Hazumi, or colloquially as the Essence, this demigod is one that was crafted by the now forgotten FleshShaper, a demonic lord of Old. This entity is one of many many minds, even that of a gatekeeper, sewn into one form and given no purpose. She is a chimera in all senses of the term, capable of shifting her essence to any given racial ability, or taking them all on at once when in her completed form. Her power is such that should she choose to, or be given purpose by another, she could change the very nature of Reality. However, rather than do so she is a lost being, one always seeking her identity, though fleeting it may be, and so she remains unused, and unfulfilled. Perhaps she will remain this way forever...or perhaps not. Only the Elder gods might know.

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Those realms, which are connected to all others, inherent to existence. Immutable, but ever changing.

The body of the Primordial, this realm is where all returns upon the expiration of its coil, be it a mortal, a demigod, a deity, or even a reality this is the place where all return in the end. This realm, known by the worldly races, as the final destination, is one that is considered to dwell outside of all things. This is not quite the case as the void is, in addition to dwelling outside of reality when in its purest form, also exists in a different form which remains bound to reality invisibly. To those within reality it is an endless emptiness, without size or shape or meaning beyond death. It is both feared and reversed as it should be and is thus not often dealt with, should mistake be made and life be lost in the process. Little do they know that it is both end...and beginning.

Similar to its counterpart, the Void, the Subatomic plane is a single portion of the Abstract, what one might consider its true manifestation. However, unlike the Void, this realm exists as one of possible substance and conceptual instability. It is the place where all ideas are given form by the void, where the bodies and minds of the twins meet, if only infrequently. This realm is the threshold of godhood, or this is how it is known by those intrepid mortals who pursue and study it in earnest. It is immutable, like the void, but more easily interacted with without existential consequence. Nonetheless, it is a dangerous thing to meddle with the affairs of creation is it not.

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Realms less immutable to those beyond their scope, though not so much to those whose birth lies within them. Planar realms are those that were created, rather than those that will always be--their fate dictated by forces few within their bounds will ever understand. It is these places in which the dance of reality is done, they are the stages upon which the drama of life is depicted, its actors arranged, but its acts unknown, 'cept by time's boundless flow. This is the nature of these realms; to shine for those beyond it and enlighten them to its majesty, even if only for a brief moment in time. For fickle and cruel existence can be, despite the beauty it brings.

Once a paradise of consistency and order, the kingdom of the Angels, Heaven was devastated by the Great War, its architecture and landscape ravaged by the wrath of the demons and chimera whom the FleshShaper wrought. It now lies empty, deserted by all, but the archangels, who at times visit its ruined halls. It is a sad stagnant place of dust, a paradise lost. Perhaps one day it might be reclaimed, but perhaps not. Only time will tell.

Known colloquially as Surface, and often called Earth, by the humans, Progaia once served merely as the buffer, a no-man's land, between Heaven and Hell, protected by the gatekeepers. However, that was a long time ago and now, as the result of two wars--the Great War and its second iteration--both gates lie in ruins, their keepers scattered to the world's Essence. In light of this, Progaia has changed much, its atmosphere now intermingled with that of Heaven and Hell both. Magic now far more common, and the distribution of races far more diverse, it is the melting pot of reality. Perhaps this was what Aaurus intended all along, but who knows the will of the gods?

Ever a harsh and unforgiving land, Hell is the very image of change, its inhabitants, social structure, and essence ever shifting about in a chaotic dance of progression. What is known of Hell is its largest Pangaea-like continent, at the center of which lies the massive remains of the first demon's body, Lilith. Within her corpse exists what is called the Wildlands, a place overrun with feral demons and dangerous monstrosities, yet nonetheless ruled over, and inhabited by, the Blood Reavers, one of many demonic races in Hell. Below even this is the Underworld, a massive subterranean portion of Hell's expanse, which spreads throughout the continent. Somewhere in these caverns lies the city of Dis, where Baphomet, The Seed, remains--perhaps the last living Firstborne.

However, while the Wild Lands and Hell's underbelly are indeed dangerous locale, this does not mean that the lands above are any less so. Divvied into four distinct domains, the surface of Hell's primary continent is ruled over by four Demonic lords, each as powerful and fearsome as the last.

There is the Western Realm, a place of, craggy wastelands, chaos and dark; The Southern Realm, a land of plains, Lust and Manipulation; the Northern Realm, a land of War; and the Eastern Realm, a place of savage aberrations and a Fallen Lord. However, if these were not enough, there lie countless islands that speckle the waters of what is known as the Blood Ocean. Among these are the Isle of Fire and the untouched archipelago, once known as the Altar of Sin. These waters, rather than each be ruled by one of the Four Lords, is instead the domain of the Vital Sovereign and his people, who roam the seas and lay claim to all islands within them.

If there lay lands beyond these, than only the Vital Sovereign knows. Perhaps he might tell you...for a price.

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Beings once revered by Humans, and reviled by demons, the Angelic race was one wrought from order, likely meant to ever contrast the brood of Hell's depths. Ever magnificent beings with beauty to match the most striking humans, their wings greater than any bird of prey, and their might to be feared Angels have always been beings who attempted to retain the order of things. However, like all mortals, Angels have no singular sense of Order and so over the duration of their existence they have fallen from their lofted heights and become more and more human, perhaps moving further from the divine--or so the loyalists would think.

With the passage of time angels have changed little, in the grand scheme of things, as they are beings of stasis, always striving to be unchanged despite all odds. Among their unchanged traits is the inherent purity and potency of their essence, which is a sight to behold and a sensation one never forgets. Even the most mundane of humans knows when they are in the presence of a true angel, though what a true angel might be is a less sure thing. In addition to this it should be known that the essence of angels is locked mostly within their bodies, so they are incapable of utilizing magic in the same manner as the other races. Instead, Angels have harnessed and honed their powerful essence, granting them an array of rather varied and extraordinary biological abilities.

Last, but not least, of any Angel's traits is their ability to ever remain within the bounds of reality. What might this mean? Tis simple, for while an Angel's body can be slain, its soul ever lingers in reality, never quite passing fully into the Void. With this an Angel's essence stores its experiences forever, likely in an attempt to deny the cycle of change that the world is so prone to follow, and remain in a sort of stasis forever. Such is the nature of an Angel, to deny the cycle, and replace it with Order instead, even if that Order is a false one.
Known as such due to their very nature, an Original Angel is one that has purely Angelic essence, plain and simple. Unlike their more common counterparts, Original Angels possess only two distinctions, Archangels, and non-Archangels. Archangels are individuals of this category who have never died and resurrected whereas the former beings are those who have gone through memory regression, thus purifying their essence fully till they once more become an Original. The core difference between Originals and Modern Angels is their lack of classification in that an Original Angel is capable of utilizing the abilities of all six Modern Classes, though perhaps not with the same level of skill. This, in addition to the sheer potency of their essence, makes Original Angels superior in most aspects. There remain few Archangels though, and Modern Angels risk insanity to reach such heights. Fortunately, any Angel who is of this nature is biologically immortal and will not age another day, only dying if they are slain by another. Such is the way of Angels it seems, to die, only to live again and die all the same. Truly beings of Order and stagnation they are, though majestic they may be.
The middle stage between Original Angel and Modern Angel, these beings are those who have successfully gone through anywhere between 1/3rd and 1/2 regressions, thus giving them a wealth of experience, essence of far greater purity, and sometimes a more varied skill set. While not as rare as Originals, Seraphs are still not terribly common and those that do exist tend to be in places of authority. The abilities of Seraphs are roughly equivalent to those of a Warden class demon.
What most people think of when they refer to Angels, these beings pale in comparison to both Seraph and Originals, possessing the frail bodies of humans for the most part and lacking the purity of the two upper classes. To make up for these failings, Modern Angels are trained only in one Angelic Discipline and thus become extremely adept at said ability. These abilities, over many lifetimes, become inherent to their soul, thus causing them to retain their Angelic class unless they manage a full Regression. Also unlike their two counterparts, Modern Angels typically come into being by way of their essence suddenly and violently possessing a Human body--be it an adult or child--and overpowering it greatly. This process more often than not kills the Human consciousness, leaving only its inner essence behind. Upon the performance of this process the once Human body is altered to suit the class of the Angel, the wings quickly forming as the Angel's essence creates itself a sanctuary in which to house its memories. It is for this reason that the wings of Angels are so beautiful, for they hold the entirety of their Divine majesty.

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Once thought the most mundane of what was then three races, Humans have since become the most plentiful of what has become four. This is of course due to the unique ability, which most Humans take for granted--they are capable of childbirth unlike both Angels and Demons which typically cannot breed with their own kin. Not only this, but they are perhaps the most successful, ruling a whole world while the demons squabble over Hell, and Progaia--which the humans call home--while the Angels live there, most often pitied or tolerated by what they once considered lesser to themselves. In the last several centuries Humans have truly carved their mark in the world and made clear the power of their collective will, for despite the fleeting nature of Human lives, they are not a race to be trifled with. While unable to boast inherent abilities like the Angels, or the arcane finesse of Demons, Humans are capable of magic in their own unique way. Rather than be required to devour essence to fuel their craft, Humans utilize a mixture of their own natural essence in addition to the latent atmosphere of essence that now runs thick in their plane. In this way human magic is varied, though often segregated, and can be anything from merely practical, to incredibly potent.

While a Human's essence is not body locked like an Angel's, it is not free like a Demon's either, instead remaining somewhere between the two--its purity less than the former, but greater than the latter. Thus, in many ways, Humans are the midpoint between Angels and Demons, which makes them both the most versatile of the races, and the most fragile as they do not have the inherent advantages of either--though they also possess none of the weaknesses. Like an Angel's a Human's essence regenerates over time, though not as fast, but unlike them it is not especially potent. However, like a Demon's a Human is capable of externalizing their essence to create spells that influence others, or their environment itself. Like both, a human can utilize magic to amplify their physical form, and due to the more accessible nature of a Human's essence, they are more likely to be effected on the genetic or essencial level by the essence of any other individual, including their own kind. As such it can easily be stated that Humans are both defined by the company they hold and the locales that they frequent, though they will often strive to surpass these things--ever searching for purpose. Such is the stubborn and ever agile nature of Humanity, ever learning from its mistakes and reaching for higher heights. Perhaps they are unstoppable, perhaps not, it is hard to say with such things.

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A harsh race constantly fighting amongst themselves for dominance in their own realm, Demons are creatures of opportunity, representing the ideal of constant change and self-improvement. This is represented strongly in their culture as most demons have little in the way of family and would sooner stab their kin in the back, than aid them if it was in the interest of their own betterment. However, something that has become more apparent in recent times, Demons are not all painted the same on the moral spectrum, in fact it is quite the opposite. Just like all of the races, Demons are as capable of good and evil as anyone, though they seem to be more prone to the twisted and warped side of reality, perhaps through no fault of their own.

Unlike Angels or Humans, Demons have essence that is impure in nature, tainted by individuality the most. As such there are many species of demon, but they all have some things in common. First among these is the state of their essence, but second is how they compensate for such. For while Humans and Angels regain their essence naturally over time, Demons are either parasitic or predatory, and as such are forced to feed on the essence of that which is outside of themselves for sustenance, power, and to better themselves. The third trait that all Demons share, despite their species, is their ability to evolve. In short, all Demons start at a base state, typically a weak one, and over time they devour more and more essence whilst mastering the shape they begin with. Once a Demon has taken in enough essence they are capable of evolving into a better developed form, but only if their self-mastery has met its initial peak. With each new form this process must be repeated till the Demon has reached the pinnacle of its lifetime at which point their form changes no longer and the ritual which splits open their body to bring forth the new one, will only recycle their soul to the void.

While there it little else that can be noted in regards to what Demons all have in common, the following is notable. Most Demons possess a form of magic inherent to their form and as they evolve these magics become greater and greater in their variety or potency. It is in this way that Demons have gained superiority in the fields of magic for the duration of their existence, and it is how they continue to do so. Though, it is true that no one, but clairvoyants, know what the future holds, so they may be surpassed yet. Only time will tell, though Demons have plenty of that, now don't they.

Below are defined the two general classifications of Demonkind.

To be Written.

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In the original lore, Surface demons are the following:

1.) The reincarnation of a demon who failed to properly go through their evolution ritual. The human body must first be infected with demonic essence after which point a demon who failed will possess the human body, attempting to devour their essence, and then use said body as a vessel to continue their evolutionary path.
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2.) The human wins the fight with the demon and assimilates the Demon's essence, inheriting their abilities, but losing some of their humanity in the process.

The Current lore is basically:

Surface Demons are Humans who have been infected/tainted by demonic essence, thus "_turning_" them. This can create a variety of Surface Demons depending on what kind of Demon turned them.
They're also demons who were born on Surface/Progaia.

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Youngest of the four races, Chimera have only become more common place in the past two centuries. With traits which depend entirely on the origin of the individual and the nature of their essence's multifarious state, Chimera are a hard lot to make a great many blanketing statements on. Nonetheless it can be said that all Chimera possess essence that is a mixture of two or more individuals and/or races. Whether this essence is pooled between multiple bodies, held within one, or kept somewhat separate is essentially irrelevant for as long as multiple essence signatures are present, the individual may be classified as a member of this race. Over the years it has come to light that there are four, currently known, forms of chimera; they are defined as follows.