In the beginning, there was only the First — the being who shaped angels, demons, and men for no reason but its own amusement.
It forged a perfect world, balanced between light and shadow.
And when perfection grew dull, it did what all gods eventually do.
It broke it.
The First tore the crown from its own head and shattered it, scattering the pieces across creation.
Each shard became a Fragment, carrying a sliver of its divine essence — power beyond comprehension, purpose beyond reason.
Where they fell, the world changed.
Men turned into monsters.
Angels learned envy.
Demons tasted faith.
And from the chaos, a new law was born — power in exchange for corruption.
The Fragments fed on the hearts of mortals, amplifying what already lived within them.
Wrath, faith, despair, pride — emotions became weapons, and the soul became the battlefield.
The more power one took, the less human they remained.
Some called it evolution. Others called it sin.
Empires rose, burned, and vanished into ash. The skies bled silver fire, and the earth cracked beneath divine weight.
That was centuries ago.
Now, only a handful of cities still stand — guarded by those strong enough, or cursed enough, to wield what the gods left behind.
And somewhere among the ruins…
a man walks, blindfolded, carrying a fragment that devours all light.
His name is Isaac Killoran.
The last echo of despair.