Dec 26, 2015 20:01:33 GMT |
Post by mansprout on Dec 26, 2015 20:01:33 GMT
ENTRY 0001
PLOT
Some say that the Lost used to own the planet as we do - they still razed and pillaged as they do now, for that has always been the nature of the Lost, and not even they can fight nature. However, they also created art. Craved knowledge. Looked to one and other with kindness, blessed the ground they walked on and called to the heavens for acknowledgement. The Lost were a proud, rash and painfully young species that hoped and wished harder than anything that has walked the Earth before and since.
But then, whatever the Lost were before, they died with the Eschaton. Just as we all did.
The Eschaton was a phenomenal event. A cataclysm of the heavens that reigned down a holy judgement on those of the Earth. No one knows the trigger, nor the true nature of the event, but the rare few whisper of the light of atoms splitting before their eyes.
After the Eschaton, animals awoke to find two things: one, that they were far more sentient than they had been a day ago, and two, that the world was very much dead. They themselves bore the marks of their own deaths at the hands of the Eschaton, an unearthly glow that surrounded their bodies. It was this glow that resulted in the spirits - those that had died at the hands of the Eschaton and, as a result, would forever glow with its holy light.
Standing besides the Spirits, however, were two more sets of creatures. These creatures had risen from their previous graves, and their bodies show it. Their bodies are cloaked in halos, horns, spines tails and magnificent wings. Angels and demons came from their graves, from their rest, and were forced onto Earth. And full of the dead as it was, Earth was doomed to become the new afterlife.
70 years have passed since the Eschaton, and a mighty war has arisen between the angels, demons and spirits. Though there are no true differences between them beyond their appearance that has been enough to cause a great divide over the decades, causing the world to play home to a three way tug of war.
And the war is far from over.
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