Before anything existed there was Void - not darkness, not emptiness, but the absence of even the concept of something. Void is not a being or a force. It is simply what was before. Nothing is only nothing by virtue of its comparison to something, and so to avoid existing as a paradox, Void birthed the twins: Myria - The Mother of All, and Nos - The Father of Unravelling.

It is the endless dance between these two figures that gives rise to all of creation beyond them. One who makes, another who unmakes. This is the rhythm of the universe. It might feel natural to think of one of these as good and the other evil but this is simply not true - they predate the concepts of good and evil. They are not driven by values, they simply are.

Myria - the elder of the two by a matter of moments, was the elder of the two only by default. With her spontaneous existence came the flow of change; that is to say 'time'. When Myria opened her eyes for the first time there was justher and Void. She felt isolated, she felt alone and she felt wrong. Immediately she set about the work of creation, an instinct bursting from her core, ideas flowed from her incomprehensible mind and became. As her ideas began to flow into the universe she very quickly found herself surrounded by the chaos of them and the chaos was good.

Nos - the younger of the two by a matter of moments, was the younger of the two only by default. When Nos opened his eyes for the first time he saw his sister already engrossed in the act of creation. He saw, and he knew immediately, the flaw in her frenzied creation. She was beautiful to him, the wonderful ideas and things that flowed from her mind. He knew immediately he would do all he could to keep her creating.

Surely, thought the god in his first thrashings of existence, she would run out of things to create, or space in which to create them. Unless... Unless he did something. He reached out in the dark and touch that first thing she made, feeling how it went together, recognising the spark that held it in place. He pulled at the thread and it unraveled as easily as dreams fade upon waking.

As Myria created Nos destroyed, unravelling that which she weaved a flash after she created it. The chaos made it easy for Nos and more difficult for Myria to stay ahead. Many times Nos almost caught her, a pleased expression on his face, only to fade when Myria began anew. Frustrated with the efforts of her brother Myria reformed chaos once more and gave it a shepherd, a steward. She named this steward Rathkealon and gave her a small fragment of herself. Rathkealon opened her eyes. the first true child of Myria, and the first to betray her mother. Rathkealon committed her efforts to lighting the way for Nos who in turn spared the steward of chaos and her domain from his unravelling.

Myria continued undeterred, but wounded from Rathkealon's betrayal. She corrected harshly and from this correction came order, and its steward Arethea. Much like Rathkealon, Arethea held within him a fragment of his mother, but unlike the steward of chaos he was stalwart and loyal to the one who created him. The steward of order made it much easier for Myria's creations to persist, and harder for Nos to unravel and destroy.

As time, this wonderfully novel concept, skipped by Myria created more and more. Goodness stewarded by Indrael and Evil guided by Malice were next. These two neither remained entirely loyal to Myria, or to Nos. They loved their siblings of Chaos and Order in equal measure and using the sparks of creation gifted them by their mother joined with Arethea and Rathkealon both, to form creations of their own.