"Word to the wise... if anyone ever ventures at the mountain, remain silent and pay your respects. We'd wish to not anger whatever dwells within." A Man stated, as they proceeded to explore the secluded forest. A discovery found in the early ages of Alchemy and Magic, when the world expanded: A Mountain range that was said to house the jagged teeth of a beast unfathomable. As they ventured forward to find this mountain, they did their best to keep their heads low and quietly excavated. To their surprise, no noise was made, no disturbances found, only the soft hum of the sky above them.
Furthermore, every time they bowed and give heed, they were sometimes blessed with the likes of small riches, healthier bodies, and even fresh water and food to survive when they remained. They began to try and invite others into the range, mostly in friends and family, but warned them about the mountain's consequences. Despite some not believing in it, they followed that decree and gave their respects, slowly being given boons akin to the explorers. When farms and buildings were made, the crops they were making would somehow gain more nutrients than one usually develops, allowing them to survive and even adapt to the harsh climates it would come about it. Eventually, a man ventured within the mountainside, aloof in all cases, not abiding by the customs that came before. A gaudy man in a bright showman cloth, white and yellow in color, with a top hat to serve as both ego and mask his face in its shadow. Big boots to stomp around, and a white glove with his inscriptions. The people saw such a man and immediately grew defensive, demanding him to leave whenever possible.
Whether it was singing loudly, kicking around rocks, or stealing crops to chow down without permission, the locals grew both angered and frightened. They were worried at some point that whatever rests in the mountains would wake up and punish whoever did such misdeeds, not wanting to take such a risk. As the man continued, their fears would eventually come to fruition. Rumbling was heard, as the lands began to split, the left side of the Mountain breaking apart and reaching its lava-like hand out. Fear was placed in their hearts as they recognized it was going to attack, but the gaudy man was quick on stepping forward and meeting the beast face-to-face. It was as if he was born from the core of the earth, its body leaking and spilling lava in every crevice possible. Its eyes gored into the very soul, embers of what remained from within. A massive sundial on its back, the shadow ticking down the time slowly, letting it bend the world around with each tick, misfortune being spread in the form of wildfire and ash burying what existed.
The answer to why angering the Mountainside was a bad idea: The ability of Misfortune to the entire land the longer it remained. Even though such death felt imminent, the man merely raised his hand to try and pet the lava-coated abomination. The people thought of him as mad, yet the beast lowered its head and accepted such pats, small grumbles as if it was his owner. "How... how did you tamed the Mountain..." One of the people spoke, in awe at what he and many others saw.
The man merely turned his head and flashed a wide smile. "Because Xibal's with me! Who else would?!" A laugh that echoed across the mountains was heard that day, as he would let the monster tend to the city, now kingdom, thanks to the lava cooling and becoming brick and mortar for the people. As if fate blessed them, The man's influence made the land skyrocket in terms of production. Castles for each Mountainside, kingdoms made left and right, as the living Calamity brought ruin to the area, letting it start fresh and rebuild everything back from the ground up. As the lands began to flourish amidst the Calamity's wake, the lands left untouched after its interference only grew stronger.
Whenever famine rose, he'd summon Tomberry, the beast of the forests, to regrow their plants and trees to make wood and food feel eternal. When armies grew and demand one's head, he'd summon Camelot to quell such violence, matching them in strength, and taking them in as his army to guide and protect the weary. When stronger monsters emerged, he summoned Kuro to etch their names as 'Orchids' and incinerated them, making them carry the same fragility as what they are inscribed, whilst spreading its ashes as the same flower to prosper any castles nearby. Whenever storms approached, he'd summon Pluto and freeze the winds and rain before it every approached to destroy the area he graciously made, letting it shatter and stab into the earth as a personal sculpture to be seen by all. When the people struggled with illnesses or morphia's that dwelled in their minds, he'd cast spells to recover them, to enrich them, to let them be their best selves.
Over time, he was renowned as an icon of the newly grown kingdoms, but such praises weren't enough. He'd venture out into other parts of the land, letting his monsters scatter and aid the sick and weary, conquest upon conquest in such alms. In a way, he was solving problems that the world never would have thought can occur, slowly enriching Alchemy and Magic itself beyond what anyone else could. With this man, he ensured Humanity is as strong as it was loyal.
All until the Demons arose. Humanity, with their new gifts, and watching the man struggle to keep himself alive to fend off such beasts beyond whatever they could fathom, chose to fight with him regardless. It didn't matter what magic style they had or how effective it was against a demon that can very much kill them without mercy, they still fought. Eventually, such a band held off the Demons enough to be exorcized, a win for Humanity's end. However, such a price for victory came when the Man that blessed the world so much would come to pass, still smiling away as he'd close his eyes, a chance to finally rest. Man and Monster grieved, as the beasts began to part, burying themselves into the earth, choosing to slumber as their payment of respects to the man who gave the world all.
The Monster that rested within the Mountainside would eventually come to rest as well, the lava cooling into a stone grey, moss and leaves growing from the pores. Blocky in nature, the beast rests as it waits for a miracle, for the day the man would come back to them and give prosperity to the people once again.