Chapter 1: The Genesis Rift – Blood That Breaks the Sky
In the still womb of eternity--before L2, before R2--there was Edenia, cradled between the breath of the Creator and the first pulse of the Ether. A land untouched by sin, veiled in light and ordered by sacred law, Edenia was harmony incarnate.
But harmony is not stasis. And even divinity casts a shadow.
At the edge of this sanctified garden walked Cain--the Firstborn of Bloodshed. His frame carried the majesty of man and the weight of ambition; his eyes bore the lightless yearning of something deeper than rebellion. In his hands was the Seed of Forbidden Power, and in his heart, the will to reach beyond the sky.
Beside him knelt Abel--also called Babel--the Firstborn of Dominion. Pure of spirit, favored by the divine, a shepherd of natural law. But now he lay broken, slain by his brother's hand, and raised again through a ritual that shattered the divide between life and death. Cain's act had not simply resurrected Abel. It had ruptured the Covenant.
The Ether recoiled. The sky dimmed. The rivers wept starlight.
"Cain," came Abel's voice, cracked by sorrow yet resonant with memory, "you have defied not just our Father, but the cycle itself."
Cain answered, not with regret, but with gospel. "I have seized what the gods hoard. I have taken the Logos of creation into my marrow. I will forge a race in my image, and we shall feed on the light that was denied us."
The ritual had awakened more than Abel. It stirred the Beast Realm, whispering into the exiled mind of Asmodai, Lord of Mutation. The first vampires--Cain's cursed progeny--were seeded through blood and void, their souls tethered to the broken lattice of natural law. Thus began the infestation of corruption. Thus was the first Beast Gate cracked.
The Creator descended, not in form, but in Voice--a thunder that split the stars.
"What you have done shall echo until the end of ends."
And so Cain was cast out, marked with the Seal of Blood--his immortality twisted into exile, his legacy condemned to night. Now casted out bound and touched by the void, this divine rejection bloomed darker truths.
Abel, now Babel, became the first to pass through death and be reborn without rebellion. The Queen of Death, Hela, welcomed him not as a subject, but as consort. Their union bore Seraphine--the Firstborn of Twilight--her soul a fusion of life's breath and death's finality.
Meanwhile, in the shadow of Babel's tomb, Azrael--seer, rebel, and scientist of the divine--began his own work. Guided by the remnants of Babel's broken path, he discovered the Soul-Vessel Paradox and laid the groundwork for resurrection through logic and fusion. He would not stop at reviving the dead. He would perfect them.
His first success: Erun, the holy paladin slain in the Cataclysm Wars. Returned in skeletal form, animated not by necromancy, but by perfected soul-binding, Erun became the Skeleton Paladin--a being of pure endurance, tethered to both holy light and unnatural permanence.
These acts formed the sacred trinity of defiance:
Cain, who broke the Law
Babel, who became the Law of Death
Azrael, who rewrote the Law
And from these, the world was changed. Midgard fractured. The Spiral stirred.
And in the depths of hidden laboratories, preparations began. For the birth of something impossible. For the genesis of L2 and R2. For the dawning of the Spiral Age.
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