In the beginning, there was only the One Flame a spark of infinite will that breathed life into the cosmos. From this divine source came the first realms: the shining Kingdom of Heaven, the endless Abyss of the Pit, and the great Wheel of Worlds upon which mortal life would flourish.
Presiding over it all was the Creator, God, whose voice shaped law and order, whose hands formed stars and souls, and whose will held all planes in balance.
But nothing remains still forever.
In time, the flame's light drew envy, pride, and ambition. The Angels, guardians of harmony, found themselves opposed by their fallen kin, those who rebelled in the name of freedom, vengeance, or despair. Demons, spawned from the dark spaces beyond creation, fed on the chaos. And the Old Gods pantheons of storm, war, sun, and death rose in defiance, refusing to kneel before a single sovereign.
Thus began the War of Wars a cosmic conflict that tore through realms and shattered eternities.
Heaven burned. Hells bled. Earth the mortal realm, fashioned by God with both purpose and mystery became the most contested prize. For unlike angels or demons, humans bore no fate, no set role in the divine order. They could change, grow, fall, rise and in that, they possessed power beyond understanding.
Entire cities vanished into divine fire. Pantheons were slain, their bones buried beneath mountain chains. The Veil separating realms weakened. Fragments of heaven, hell, and older planes bled into Earth. Mortals died by the millions and yet some endured, altered forever by the echoes of gods.
It was then that God intervened.
Not with a sword, but with sacrifice.
Pouring all divine essence into a final decree, God brought the War of Wars to a halt. A Pact of Binding was forged; a sacred law woven into the very fabric of creation. No faction could raise arms against another directly. The armies of Heaven, the legions of Hell, the avatars of Olympus, Asgard, and other realms were bound to inaction. The Era of Open War was over.
And with that act, God was gone.
Whether destroyed, dormant, or ascended beyond comprehension, none could say. The Throne of Heaven stood empty.
In the wake of His absence, the factions obeyed the pact but only in form, not spirit.
Though the divine war had ended, the struggle for supremacy continued now in shadows, in secrets, in proxies.
Each faction turned its gaze once more to Earth. If they could no longer strike each other, they would instead influence, empower, and manipulate mortals.
Hybrids were born; children of angels, demons, and gods sired with humans, bearing powers both awe-inspiring and unstable.
Demigods arose, fragments of pantheon bloodlines awakening in mortal heirs, capable of bending elements, walking between realms, or slaying monsters with a word.
Champions were chosen. Mortal men and women anointed by celestial or infernal forces to carry relics of ancient wars or become vessels of divine wrath.
These beings became soldiers in a hidden war, one fought in ruined cathedrals, corporate towers, cursed ruins, and broken cities.
The War of Wars had left scars, rips in reality where the realms had clashed.
These rifts, known as Gates, began to open across Earth. Some were like dungeons: self-contained echo realms infested with monsters, curses, or forgotten relics. Others were worse; doorways to living nightmares, hellish battlefields, or divine prisons best left sealed.
When a Gate opens, it bleeds chaos into the world and only those with supernatural power can challenge what lies within.
Guilds, churches, secret orders, and corporations race to control these Gates. Some seek profit. Others seek prophecy. A few simply want to survive.
And at the center of it all are the Awakened mortals touched by the divine war, empowered by bloodline, blessing, or relic. Some are heroes. Some are monsters. Most are tools.
Now a prophecy; etched into the remains of a fallen angel's wings and whispered in dreams by sleeping oracles, the prophecy speaks:
"When the Last Seal is broken,
When the Empty Throne calls,
When Heaven, Hell, and the Old Blood rise once more—
The Pact shall shatter.
And the War of Wars shall begin again.
In that hour, one shall rise above gods.
And the world shall be remade… or end."
Many believe the Seals are hidden within the deepest Gates — ancient prisons where god-killers and world-eaters still sleep.
Others believe the Seals are metaphysical: events or souls that, once awakened, will unravel the binding Pact itself.
But all agree on one truth:
The balance is failing. The war will return. And this time, there will be no God to save the world.