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// History of Religion... Or the world... 
// Story: Power Lottery 
// by Khanathara 
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One of those two


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When Faust awoke it was the beginning of time. 

Faust knew not what she was nor were she was, all she knew was that she was created by another of the same name, and she was to create a world of her own.

When she looked around, she saw that she was in a near endless void. The only thing to mark the void was herself and the large mass of land she sat on.

She could see, but not clearly, so she made light. A ball of pure heat and energy to float above the barren land of rock.

Now with light and heat on her side she began to create out of the stone waste. From it rose mountains and sunk valleys. But the heat of her light, her sun, became too much for the land and it began to melt, forming rivers of magma and the first of the volcanoes.

Faust soon came to release that not much she could make would survive the world she was on, so she began to move the sun around. But the only way to solve her problem was to use her power to rotate the sun around the land she was on.

But once more came the problem of light, for she had become accustomed to the sun and could hardly see when it was not above the plate of land.

And so, Faust took the largest of the mountains and lifted it to the sky in the form of a ball and set it on the same, yet opposite, path as the sun and gave it a light of its own that changed from a bright light to a faded dark in which she could just barely see.

And so, with a balance of the light and dark she began to create once more.

First, she made the plants and spread them far and wide, the trees, grass, and ferns among the first to be.

But with time Faust grew lonely, as all things do.

And so she made the first of the animals from the plants and stone, and thus was made the Timber Wolves and the Gargoyles. The first of the elementals.

With there creation there was peace throughout the world, but then came a day when one of the Timber Wolves dared to close to a volcano and burst into flames. This volcano is now known as the Flamecano, Home of the first Fire Elemental.

Unlike the Timber Wolves who desired nothing but peace with the land and the Gargoyles whom wished for nothing but a peaceful life, this fire elemental, this Efreet, desired death and destruction.

It turned more of its former brethren into Efreet and they spread their fire turning the peaceful Timber Wolves into fiercely territorial beast and igniting a deep primal anger in the Gargoyles, turning them into beings of rage and magma the first of the demons.

As war ravaged the land below her Faust watched on in horror, unknowing of what to do she wept, crying for her creations, and from her tears came the first rain. It rained endlessly for years as Faust wept for children, forming rivers and then the ocean. Her tears and cries for peace among them were answered when there was but one Efreet left, his name was Ifrit.

Ifrit ran from the conflicts, from the endless rain, and from the horrors of his people to a cave in the mountain of the Flamecano. In that cave he sat, and he prayed for the rain to stop, for his life to be spared from the depths of the ocean that now surrounded him.

Faust heard his prayers, and she stopped her tears to listen to the young flame. Ifrit asked for forgiveness for is people, to have a second chance as something else, to have a new life. And so, Faust gave him a chance and Ifrit emerged from the cave as the first of the dragons.

Ifrit used his newfound wings to travel the world to bring peace to those still alive from the Endless Rain. But everywhere he went only showed the damage of his former kind. The world was scared, the Gargoyles were in an eternal war with the Magmins, and the Timber Wolves trusted none but those that spawned from them, their families, their packs.

And so, Ifrit returned to his cave to pray and apologize for his failure.

For years he prayed to the point that he outgrew his cave and was forced to go to the mane land, only to find that Faust had used the Gargoyles, the Magmin, and the Timber Wolves in order to make new beings, and now the world sprawled with new life. In the sky flew birds and, in the waters swam fish. And sitting before Ifrit was another dragon, one with a message from Faust that stated that he had been forgiven.

Faust had yet to create many of the critters we know today. But she had learned from the past, though peace is desired, conflict is not unavoidable. And thus, she took a step back from creation to watch, only stepping in when needed.

But as time went on Faust grew lonely once more, her creations were mortal and would live and die as such.

So, she created once more this being was borne from her loneliness and became her equal... and her opposite.

Where she desired peace, he desired war. Where she brought creation, he brought destruction.

And yet for reasons unbeknownst to all, including them, they loved each other.

And from the union of Faust and Daemon Tartarus came the first of the Nephilim, the twins Sunset and Twilight.

Like their parents they were always at odds, but unlike them, they would often attempt to fight to the death, and from there silver blood spawned beings that held the same values as them and would differ depending on what the blood landed on.

From the Timber Wolves came Dryads and Treants. From Magmin came even more twisted and corrupt demons as well as twisted forms of those who seek justice, the fallen. From Gargoyles came the Angels and the first magic users, the Will-o-wisp. Eventually the lighter more just of the two made a choice to remove all evil from herself and become the first Archangel, Uriel.

But her choice had an unexpected side effect, it removed all of her innate evil and pushed it into her twin. While at the same time removing all of her twins innate good and forcing it into Uriel, making her sister the first Archdemon, Asmodeus.

This broke a bond that none knew they had with each other and now a fight between siblings had become a war between races.

The mortals were forced to choose a side, and many did.

However, a majority of them did not and chose their own side, the side of the mortals.

This resulted in a near slaughter and so both Faust and Daemon stepped in to save the mortals, though Daemon wants not but destruction, he knows that balance must be kept.

And so, they gave a select few mortals powers over there domains and created the realms of Eidolon and Tartarus for the Angels and Demons respectively, forcing them to those realms along with themselves. 

And thus, was created the Gods who fought for the mortals and their own people. However, their power was made to be passed on so one could not hold it forever.

What Faust and Daemon did not expect was the rise of gods from the mortals under domains that were not given to them. 

The war between demon and angel continued both directly and by proxy of the mortals and gods. 

That is until peace spread among the mortals with only the occasional conflict.

And life continued, mortals becoming more and more divers and the angels and demons taking on mortal lovers so as to diversify themselves and creating even more races of mortals along with the Gods doing the same...


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...Thus, the world went on, until five-hundred years ago when a new Nephilim fell from the skies and war sprung anew. The angels and demons attempting to turn it to their side, and us, the mortals, all wishing it for our own reasons."

Glorious Praise closed the book, finished with the nursery school lesson. "Are there any questions?" She asked, an Assyrian child at the back raising his hand almost instantly. "Yes Capper?"

"What do you whant cho do wit teh Nofilim?" The young Demigod asked.

"Well Capper I just want to protect and teach her, let her make her own choice. If she wants to pick a side, I will make sure it is hers and not anyone else's choice." Glorious said as the children's parents came to get them.

After the last one to left she made her way to the Temples guest and medicinal ward to check on the Nephilim. "I really hope that the choice will be yours and yours alone." She said with a sigh resting one of her fore hooves on the nameless Nephilim and pushing healing magic into her.