"There was a time when the world wasn't so broken, back before the war, but it still wasn't perfect. Don't you remember? How could you ever forget... You were there."
Once, there were gods who ruled in the skies up above and the world beneath. They were both loved and feared by humanity- some even worshiped them, such as the Egyptians, Greek and Romans. However, in truth, the gods did not care what the humans thought of them. Mostly, they did as they pleased- causing misfortune and mischief, while also capable of benevolence and kindness.
The gods were ruled by the Sun and Moon, but seldom did they interact with anything anymore, choosing to remain in their own domains. They had twelve children, a majority of them felt neglected by their parents, but Armarion and Amos, who were the first and second born respectively, took charge of Heaven, while their younger siblings stayed and made homes of their own. Armarion was the God of Knowledge, and Secrets. Amos was the God of Valor and it was his sworn duty to protect Heaven from evil and corrupted beings. He failed in that task.
It was around two thousand years ago, civilizations had risen and fallen time and time again with God's influencing them from the Heavens but it was not to last. It was just another normal day, And then all the gods fell- bound to the human earth and damned for the rest of eternity, or so they thought. They could no longer gain access to the realm of Heaven that sat above, nor the eternal pits of the Underworld and many wept.
It was later found out that Amare, youngest of the Sun and Moon, had the gods cast out, and not just their children. He sent every single god not already there, to the human plane as a punishment for their actions, regardless of who was at fault. Amare never told them why and then vanished. Others sought to find him but quickly tired, the only way he would be found was if he gave himself up, and that was unlikely.
Finally the year 2015 came around, humanity had reached new heights and all without help from divine origin but their own that they had created. Amare had finally revealed himself in an American city and when he did, gods began to arrive. Some sought answers, some wanted to go home and others only wanted him punished for his actions. When questioned, he only gave the reason why he had banished them. You see, the humans had been the Sun and Moon’s last and finest creations and without Heaven, the gods could not influence them like they had always done. He was tired of the abuse that the gods had inflicted upon the humans and wanted them to learn from their mistakes for a better future. Amare had only wanted them to be more human-like and some had, others had not.
Amos was hurt deeply. Before he had fallen, the God of Valor had never intervened with mortal affairs, his task as guardian of the Heavens was too important. So this revelation that the humans were the cause of his banishment and worse, his siblings had inadvertently caused it, broke him completely. He turned away from his family, and became a twisted creature full of hatred over his pain. In those first few days, so full of rage Amos was, that he destroyed the city and threw humanity into the conflict.
Not much is known about what happened after that as many who lived through the turmoil are now dead and the Gods that survived were too bitter for talk. What is known is that during the climactic battle that would decide who would rule Earth, Amos was defeated but at a cost. A number of his siblings, save a few who were not there, sacrificed themselves and in doing so, Amos was locked away.
Now, it has been around 87 years since the end of the known world... Time isn't right anymore and nothing is truly the same. The humans who were left, struggled for civilization but it never truly came back to the way it was, now the land is dominated by kingdoms who control old-world land with a vengeance.
The battle between the gods scarred the earth, but revealed the truth to humanity who had been largely left alone by the gods for so long… Their existence could now not be ignored. The consequences of these events changed everything.
Gods could not cross between worlds even after the war. Now, nor could mortals. The over world and the underworld were banned by all.
Mortals did not die anymore. At first, this seemed like a blessing.
Yet, mortals quickly observed problems with their new-found immortality. They could no longer give birth. They could still be hurt, maimed, go insane, and even age. (Time also seems to be broken. Not everyone ages the same. Some do not age at all, or, some claim to have aged backwards. The sun does not rise and set at the same time, the seasons are unpredictable.)
This condition does not only apply to humans, but plants, animals, and everything that was once mortal is now something else...
The three worlds, apparently, cannot function properly, separated. Even now the Earth is showing signs of stress, whole swaths of land are simply disappearing into the void leaving behind craters that are impossibly deep. Creatures never before seen are simply attacking at random, crippling the now immortal humans and making matters for them even worse.
There are still some gods left however. Each has dealt with the catastrophe in their own way. They mostly lay low now... For, it is rumored that an angry and powerful god will strike down any who become too powerful. A goddess of valor and vengeance...
Even more unsettling is that humans are now reaching divinity at random, causing constant disputes. These new gods, as some are calling them, are both feared and respected. However, both gods and humans have realized that, they can help one another. The remaining gods still have power and the new ones are just beginning to tap into their potential, with the help from each other perhaps they can find a solution to their crumbling home.
If they do not work together to correct the imbalance of the three worlds, they will all be doomed.
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