(Low rumble of thunder. A voice speaks through the dark…)
Before man ever drew breath… there was war.
A war so fierce it split the heavens in two.
The Almighty stood against His own creations — angels who burned with pride. And when the final cry was heard, the rebels were cast out…
falling like fire into the void.
Among them was one who would never kneel — Lucifer.
He swore vengeance. He swore that one day, he would rise and unmake what God had called good.
But while he gathered shadows…
God descended.
From dust, He shaped a world.
And from light, He formed a being — a race made in His own image.
Man.
The jewel of creation.
The crown of the garden.
Yet, in the depths of the newborn Earth, the fallen were already stirring.
Their leader's brother — Typheous, the god of all monsters — forged his throne in the ashes, plotting a war the stars themselves would remember.
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(A deep, echoing pulse — the sound of a heartbeat among galaxies)
This is not Satan's story.
This… is the story of the Filament — the first heaven —
and of how the bloodline of Typheous met its end.
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Every star was given a purpose:
to guard the galaxies from the darkness below.
From stars they became constellations — armies of light across the night.
And none shone brighter than Canis Major.
At its heart burned the brightest flame of all — Sirius.
Born of royal blood, the king and queen of Sirius drew power from the sun itself.
Their light was pure.
Their strength, unmatched.
But darkness remembers light.
And Typheous — cunning as ever — made a pact with a demon to dim the sun's power.
The Queen of Sirius fell ill, her radiance fading, though she carried the only heir to their throne.
As the great war erupted across the heavens, King Darrel fought to hold the line — while his Queen, weak and alone, went into labor.
Her cries echoed through the palace halls. The midwives wept.
The stars dimmed.
And in her final breath, she spoke:
> "I have given her my strength, my heart, and my soul…
May my light find you again in eternity."
Then silence.
The brightest star was gone.
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(A shattering boom. The screen would flash with fire)
Her death ripped through the cosmos.
The war fell from the sky — a blazing storm crashing into Earth like a meteor.
When the dust cleared, King Darrel rose one last time.
He summoned the Staff of Sirius, pressed it to his heart, and whispered his final vow.
His blood struck the ground.
The earth groaned.
Light exploded.
Typheous was hurled into the deepest pit — Tartarus.
But Darrel was no more.
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In the silence that followed…
the constellations began to awaken.
Their power — changed. Their purpose — reborn.
Kneeling beside his brother's fallen blade, King Dylan swore before the heavens:
> "By this light, and by my brother's blood…
I will guard his kingdom until the stars themselves grow cold."
And thus began the Silent Age of the Stars.