Before the silence was a beautiful world, Talruy, a symphony of divine will. The Sun God Solara, the supreme God of light, held utmost power in an unwavering grip. Her dawn was a command, and sunset was only a promise of her return. Her brethren, which governed the pillars of civilization, Valerius, the God of war and honor, Kaelis, the God of knowledge and secrets, Fiora, the goddess of earth and harvest, and the others, each a fundamental note in the grand chord of existence.
Below, in the churning, shadowed depths of the nether, a different order prevails. The Demon King Roy, the supreme God of darkness, ruled with an iron will. His fellow 6 lords governed the necessary harsh truths of reality.
And as a balance to the various godly forces of the world of Talruy, there is the world will that keeps needless divine interferences at bay from interfering with the mortal world on their whim. It's a fair entity whose true limits have never been unearthed, a sharp and brutal balance, but a balance nonetheless.
The souls of the dead would descend the shaded stairs in the nether, having their souls cleansed and memories stripped before being prepared for the world of the living. It was a perfect closed circuit: life under the sun God, death, and to nether and renewal, but with a new soul essence.
In a single moment
It was still the day of the still sun.
The cardinal that served under the sun god raised his hands to the sun as he had done for the past 40 years of his life, and he realized it first: the emptiness.
The sun still stood high in all its Glory, but had lost its connection as the symbol of the sun God.
Across Talruy, the same horror unfolded. A warrior's prayer for strength in battle went unanswered, a mother's plea to the goddess of healing went unanswered as the sacred flames in Fiora's temple guttered and died out.
Chaos descended as the realization set in
The Gods were gone.
In the nether, the collapse was instantaneous and catastrophic. The shaded stair collapsed into a million pieces, glittering shards as they disappeared into the void. Out of the seven nether lords, 3 were left as the nether descended into chaos, as all three lords were no longer bound by the rules that the demon king imposed, and an eternal nether war for supremacy began, as each of these lords had their various armies behind them, willing to listen to their orders.
All souls that descended into the nether either had to adapt as a demon or become soul essence for the demons.
In the mortal world, initial panic gave way to desperate normalcy. The solar theocracy, stripped of its God, reinvented itself as the foundation for stability, and dedicated itself to maintaining order. Through scientific research, they were able to build null generators that closed nether rifts that were built by the demon lords to send in lesser demons for slaughter and stealing human souls to fuel their various agendas.
But with the shadow of the new order, new chaos festered as humans consciously sought Nether contracts that grant them their heart's desires, but in return grant the contracted demon a personal rift to the human world at any time. The concepts the Gods stood for began to fray.