When Myria began her work of creation, Rathkealon was the first of her children, an idea given form. Chaos incarnate and given dominion over chaos. She was to hold chaos steady in the face of the destructive tendencies of Nos. Her mother never considered the probability that Rathkealon would resonate more with Nos' tendencies than her own.

Rathkealon's first experience of existence was tumultuous, before she had the opportunity to know herself she saw the creation of things outside of her purview. Things not of chaos but that in her reckoning ought to belong to chaos. That the entity which gave her existence and dominion would choose immediately to take things that ought to be hers she grew bitter.

It was then that Rathkealon first saw Nos, moving among creation and unravelling that which offended her so. She flocked to him, fed her chaos into these things and made the unravelling all the easier. Then Nos turned his destructive gaze on the primordial storm of chaos. She sensed his intention in that moment, she was after all one of Myria's creations and so she was to be unraveled also. She waited, accepting the judgment of the unraveller, waiting for oblivion. It never came.

Instead she felt the shift in Nos' intention. He saw her utility and so granted her reprieve. Rathkealon was overjoyed, she flitted through creation and plucked at whatever threads she could, preparing all things over which she could exert her power for the final kiss of the herald who would return them to Void.

In time she would come to know others - celestial siblings which would kindle within her the spark of creation she had inherited, but whatever Rathkealon created she did so with full understanding that it would be transient. That in the end all things, including herself, would be unmade. As it should be.