...in a strange, isolated world, it was never clear where man came from, or when man appeared, or how man came to be. All that was known was that a thousand years earlier, man had existed.
Questions had been asked and continued to be asked about man's creation, if there was ever any creation of man, and no answer had been satisfactory. All that the answers did was make man realize that their origin was a mystery that they would never know for sure. Maybe one of the answers was the true answer, but how would they know if the rest of the answers were just as convincing?
The other thing man knew was that gods existed, but that was as far as man could know. Yet man was always in search of the gods because to man, the gods held all the answers to life. Maybe it was the gods who had created man. Maybe man had created the gods, just as they created tools and weapons. Or maybe none had created the other and had only found each other. Maybe the gods, too, didn't know where they came from. Maybe there was something else. Everything remained uncertain.
As time passed, the immortal gods grew tired of staying in their realm, watching humanity. So the gods appeared to man and built relationships with the weak beings who claimed to be the rulers of the world. The gods showed man their power and ways, and for a long time, gods and humankind lived together in harmony. But just like anything else, the peace came to an end.
The gods were more alike to man than they could admit. The gods saw themselves as righteous and superior, and their ways as the only way to live a perfect life. But their ego blinded them to their ugly side. They were selfish, they got jealous, and they were hateful creatures just like men were and as they passed their knowledge to men, their ugly, evil, vile and disgusting ways too were passed to men. So men became as hateful, as vile, as evil and as selfish as the gods.
But not everyone had adapted the evil ways of the gods. Some men had adapted the good and righteous ways of the gods and opposed their fellow men who had taken the evil ways of the gods as their way of life. The two sides grew in strength and numbers until every man, woman, and child was on one side or the other.
The two sides were opposites, each against the other, and each knew that the stronger side would overpower the weaker side, and it didn't matter which side one was; all wanted to win. Each saw their way as right, the evil side saw the freedom and being whatever you wanted to be as the right way, while the righteous side saw their sacrifice and restraining from giving in to their evil, human ways as the best way to live. However, it was never clear which side was the right one. So war erupted.
War raged on, each side wanting to dominate the other. Yet none of them saw what they were really doing, killing each other. But the gods saw that. They watched as man tore man, as woman slaughtered woman, as child killed child. The gods realized that they were just like man, they had two sides in them, a side that was righteous and wanted nothing but good and a side that was evil and capable of destruction. But it was too late. Man was in a war, and the gods knew war wouldn't end among men as they had had a taste of war, and every once in a while, the evil side would crave destruction and start another war. This made the gods cry for the first time once they saw what they had caused. They had cursed man to war and all the evils that came with it.
The gods, being powerful and wise beings, decided to separate the two sides in themselves, and when it was done, they made a pit and threw the evil part of themselves in it. The gods too did that with man, they separated each side and marked each man as either good or bad.
But the gods were now completely righteous and killing wasn't their way, and so, they helped the good people win the war and ended it. But not all of the gods had joined the righteous side. One god didn't want to give up his freedom to be himself, and so he supported the evil man. The evil men and their god were defeated and separated from the righteous who ruled over the evil. The gods gave the righteous power over the evil so that they could stop another war from rising among men.
The gods retreated to their realm where they watched over man, waiting for another war to erupt. But no war broke out, so the gods remained in their realm, never returning, as the evil man never waged war against the righteous. But they knew a day would come when that would happen, and they would cry once again, knowing the pain a war against good caused. And that's how the righteous bore the mark of good, the Kasuhi, and the evil bore the mark of evil, the Amathu. Some feared that the Amathu would fight back, causing another war, but thousands of years had passed without evil rising, but everyone knew that they would come a day when evil would raise again, and all they could do was prepare and wait.