"In the beginning, when the world was still young and untouched by the scars of war, a goddess watched over her creation in silence, filled with both love and fear."
But the goddess, Elaria, soon found herself falling for her own creation, a 23-year-old mortal named Malric. After a few days of their growing bond, the two began living together in peace. Happiness reigned, until one fateful night when they shared a moment together. That very night, Malric died—unable to withstand the overwhelming power of Elaria's essence.
Struck by grief after Malric's death, Elaria became overwhelmed with emotion and regret. She vowed never to interfere in human lives again. Choosing solitude over sorrow, she withdrew from the world of mortals and began living alone in the mountains, far from humanity.
After some time, goddess elaria gave birth to two sons: Tirth and Sarin. They were the first humans in the world to possess magic. A glowing red crystal formed on Tirth's forehead, a symbol of his unique power. Tirth was mischievous and clever, his intelligence unmatched in every task, while Sarin, gentle and innocent, was still learning magic but excelled in weaponry.
One morning, as the two brothers played in the mountains, Tirth grinned mischievously and called to Sarin, "Hey, Sarin, watch what I can do now!"
"Look, Sarin! I can fly like a bird!" Tirth shouted, soaring a few feet into the air.
Sarin's eyes widened in awe. "Really, brother? You can fly? Teach me too!"
But before Tirth could respond, he lost control and crashed to the ground with a thud. Sarin burst into laughter. "What was that? That didn't look like flying!"
Flushed with embarrassment and a spark of mischief, Tirth stormed off, climbing to the highest peak of the mountain.
"Wait, brother! What are you doing?" Sarin called out, suddenly worried.
Tirth didn't answer. Instead, he leapt off the cliff—and this time, the wind caught him. He soared into the sky, laughing with excitement. "Look, Sarin! I'm flying again!"
With childlike pride, he darted through the clouds. "I'm going to show Mother I can fly!"
Tirth flew toward the sacred grove where Goddess Elaria sat in deep meditation. Bursting with excitement, he hovered in front of her.
"Maa! Look at me! I can fly now!" he shouted, grinning wide.
Elaria finally opened her eyes, emerging from her meditation. When she saw Tirth flying, a flicker of concern crossed her face—but it was quickly replaced with a warm smile.
"Be careful not to fall," she said gently.
Tirth landed in front of her, the red crystal on his forehead glowing brightly. Elaria leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Today," she said, "I will take you and Sarin to see the most beautiful thing I've ever created."
Just then, Sarin arrived, slightly out of breath. "I'm here, Mother!" he said eagerly.
With a smile, Elaria held both their hands and led them through the forest, down the hills, until they reached a human village nestled in a valley.
Tirth and Sarin stood wide-eyed. They had never seen so many people before—men, women, and children moving through narrow paths, laughing, talking, working. It was a world entirely new to them.
Tirth tugged on Elaria's hand. "Maa, can they all fly too? Maybe even faster than me?"
Elaria chuckled softly. "No, my child. These people cannot use magic at all."
Just then, a man rushed past and roughly pushed Elaria aside. "Out of my way, woman!" he barked, clearly in pursuit of someone.
Tirth stepped forward, eyes blazing with anger, but Elaria gently placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Up ahead, another man intercepted the fleeing thief with a swift kick, knocking him to the ground and grabbing him by the arm. The pursuer caught up, breathless, and immediately bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you," he said earnestly.
Tirth watched, confused. "Mother, what is he doing?"
Elaria smiled softly. "He's thanking the man for helping him catch the thief."
Tirth frowned. "But you created everything. Why don't they thank you? Instead, that man pushed you."
"Because they do not know," Elaria replied gently. "And more importantly, I did not help them—I only created them. Everything else, they learned on their own."
Sarin stood nearby, quietly listening. A strange light flickered in Tirth's eyes—curiosity, perhaps, or something deeper.
Sensing the shift, Elaria said firmly, "Let's leave now. It's not safe to stay here any longer."
They returned to the mountains, where Elaria turned to both her sons. "Never go near humans without my permission," she warned. "And above all, never use magic in front of them."
Time passed.
The two brothers grew stronger with each passing year. Sarin honed his skill in forging powerful weapons and wielding them with precision. Tirth, on the other hand, immersed himself in magic, growing more capable—and more restless.
Now, years later, Tirth had grown bored of life in the mountains. Eager to explore the world beyond, he decided to visit a human village once more. This time, Tirth was seventeen.
At that time, a gang of wolves had attacked the village. Chaos erupted—people screamed, fled, and tried to protect their families.
Tirth, witnessing the carnage, leapt into action. With a wave of his hand, magic surged from his body. In an instant, he cut all the wolves in half, saving the villagers.
He stood tall, expecting applause—perhaps admiration.
But instead, there was silence.
Then, screams.
The villagers stared at him in horror. They had never seen such power. Terrified, they began to run—not from wolves, but from him.
"Stop! I helped you!" Tirth shouted, confused and desperate. "I saved you!"
But no one listened. Fear had taken hold.
Frustrated, Tirth reached out and pushed a man to stop him. It was a light touch—barely more than a nudge.
But the man fell.
And didn't get back up.
The crowd gasped. Panic exploded.
Tirth stood frozen, staring at the lifeless body. His hand trembled.
Tirth returned to the mountains, burning with anger and betrayal.
First, they pushed my mother... and now they fear me for saving them? The hatred in his heart began to take root.
Consumed by rage and loneliness, Tirth disappeared into a dark cave hidden deep in the cliffs—far from the eyes of gods or men. There, he made a desperate decision. If humans won't admire me... I will make my own.
He tried to shape them with magic—beings that would love him, praise him, follow him. But something went wrong. What emerged were not humans, but creatures born of his twisted grief and unchecked power.
Demons.
Yet they looked at him with awe. They bowed before him. They listened.
And so, Tirth did not destroy them. He kept them hidden inside the cave, fearing what Eloria would do if she ever found out. She would kill them all... like mistakes.
Each day, he returned to the cave. He played with them, taught them, created more. The demons worshipped him as a king.
A throne stood at the heart of the cave—a stone seat carved from obsidian. Upon it, Tirth would sit like a ruler over his secret world.
Surrounding him were ten statues.
Four of himself—each capturing a different emotion: joy, sorrow, fury, and peace.
And six human-like figures, each with a crystal on their foreheads, shining in different colors—green, blue, black, grey, orange, and purple. They stood in silence, but the magic in them pulsed faintly, as if waiting... for life.
Tirth, trusting his brother, eventually led Sarin to the hidden cave.
As Sarin stepped inside, his eyes widened in disbelief. Strange, powerful creatures with glowing marks and immense magic roamed freely—creatures Tirth proudly called demons.
"They obey me," Tirth said with a smile. "They admire me."
Sarin was uneasy. "Did you… tell Mother?"
"No," Tirth replied firmly. "And you shouldn't either. The cave door is sealed from the outside—they can never leave."
Sarin nodded slowly, unsure but unwilling to betray his brother. Inspired by Tirth, he claimed a separate cave nearby, where he began forging powerful weapons—each more unique and dangerous than the last. The two brothers now lived in their own hidden worlds: one filled with creatures of chaos, the other with weapons of unimaginable power.
For a while, all was peaceful.
But one day, while Tirth was with Eloria, a group of wandering humans unknowingly passed by his cave. One curious man noticed faint movement behind the stone gate.
"What's that inside?" he whispered, pointing.
Before anyone could stop him, he reached out and opened the cave door.
And in that instant, everything fell apart.
The sealed darkness breathed free. The demons—born of Tirth's resentment—poured out with fury. Twisted by their creator's hatred for humanity, they attacked without mercy, slaughtering the group within moments.
The screams echoed across the valley.
The traffic of magic, fear, and blood began to spread—and so did the chaos.
Slowly, the demons spread like a storm across the land, reaching the human village traffic and unleashing chaos. Screams filled the air as terrified villagers ran in every direction. What was once a peaceful morning turned into a nightmare of blood and fire.
Tirth was with Eloria when he caught sight of a familiar demon in the distance—roaming freely near the mountains.
His heart sank. How did it escape?
Before he could speak, Eloria noticed the thick, dark smoke rising into the sky from the village below. Her expression turned cold. "What happened, Tirth?"
Tirth didn't answer. He already knew.
Without a word, he soared into the air and raced toward the village. Hovering above, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Return! All of you, go back now!"
The demons paused—and obeyed.
But the damage had already been done. Cries of "Save us!" echoed from every corner of the village. Blood soaked the ground. The silence after the screams was worse than the chaos itself.
Eloria's fury was burning. Neither of her sons had told her anything about this hidden world of magic and monsters.
As the demons flew back, they saw Sarin outside his cave—and mistook it for the entrance to theirs. One by one, they started pouring inside.
Sarin stood frozen, confused. "What are you doing?! This is not—!"
But it was too late. The demons had filled his cave, drawn by their link to Tirth and the magic that lingered in Sarin's creations.
Eloria arrived moments later. Her eyes glowed with divine rage. Without hesitation, she raised her hands and cast a devastating spell—one that echoed with the pain of betrayal.
A flash of blinding light swallowed the cave.
And then—silence.
All the demons were gone. Turned to ash in an instant.
And among them, Sarin too... was no more.
Tirth heard the thunderous explosion and rushed toward the cave. But by the time he arrived, it was too late.
The cave was filled with the weapons Sarin had forged—silent and untouched. The air smelled of scorched stone and death. The bodies of the demons lay scattered, lifeless. In a shadowed corner, Sarin's body lay still, unmoving.
Tirth dropped to his knees beside his brother and stared in disbelief. "No... Sarin…" His voice trembled. Tears streamed down his face. Grief turned quickly into rage.
"This is all because of the humans!" he screamed. "They ruined everything! I'll kill them all!"
Eloria appeared at the entrance, her eyes widening when she saw Sarin's body. She fell to her knees, her hand trembling as it touched Sarin's lifeless cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes.
But when Tirth looked at her, his grief had already transformed into fury.
"This is their fault!" he shouted. "They never respected us! They feared us! I'll destroy them all, Mother!"
Eloria turned to him—her eyes no longer filled with sorrow, but blazing with anger.
"No," she said sharply. "This is your fault, Tirth. Your arrogance. Your hatred. Your magic. None of this should have happened."
Her voice grew colder. "This world does not need magic anymore. And you... you must be punished."
Before Tirth could react, Eloria raised her hands and began chanting ancient words. A swirling vortex of light enveloped him. He screamed in fury as the power dragged him into another dimension—his body slowly being sealed away.
As he vanished, Tirth roared, "I will return! I will burn your world to ash!"
From his outstretched hand, he released a strange flame—a swirling fire of six colors—red, blue, green, black, grey, and orange. The flame shot back to his own cave and reached the six human statues. The crystals embedded in their foreheads began to glow—each with its own color—and then, one by one, the statues came to life.
Meanwhile, half of Eloria's body had begun to fade—disappearing as the sealing spell took its final toll. But her eyes widened as she sensed something terrifying.
More evil was coming. Even greater than before.
With her final breath, Eloria channeled her divine essence. She created new beings—powerful humans, and five mythical beasts—and poured all of her remaining energy into them.
"I leave this world in your hands," she whispered, as her body finally vanished into light.
And the humans created by elaria, each possess unique power--- and in the future these peoples are decendent of clans.
And the 6 statues who converted in to life, creating demons to get information about how to unseal tirth.