Before the world was born, before the stars had names, there existed beings who walked in silence yet commanded eternity. Mortals would later call them gods, though no mortal tongue could ever grasp what they truly were.
Among these beings, three reigned supreme:
The God of Judgement, who ruled the endless expanse of space.
The God of Creation, who shaped life and death as if they were mere toys in his hands.
The God of Fate, who bent time itself to his will.
They named each other brothers, bound by companionship–or so it seemed. Yet bonds forged in eternity are fragile before the hunger for power.
Fate, in his endless greed, struck down Creation without warning. The God of Creation, wounded not by the blow but by betrayal, never thought the brother he cherished would bare such fangs. Yet even in his dying breath, Creation used the last of his strength to shield Judgement. He tore away his own authority of life and entrusted it to one of his fragile children-the humans he had lovingly shaped with his own hands.
Judgement rose in fury. His power blazed across the void as he clashed with Fate, but the moment was already lost. Fate had seized the Authority of Death, and in spiteful rage that he could not claim Life as well, he disintegrated Creation's body before Judgement's eyes. And Creation, as the last fragments of his form turned to dust, smiled.
The heavens trembled as Judgement and Fate battled for an age beyond reckoning. Their clash shattered constellations, tore through timelines, and scarred the very fabric of existence. But even fury could not overcome greed; in the end, Fate prevailed. Judgement was broken, his power scattered into fragments.
With his authority over time, Fate erased all trace of his brothers from existence. Their names, their deeds, their worship...all were unmade, vanishing from every thread of history. To mortals, there remained only one god to revere: Fate, the eternal ruler.
Judgement fell to Earth, the very world he had once helped create. When his eyes opened, centuries had passed. Weak, fragmented, and forgotten, he realized he could not yet challenge Fate. But then–like a whisper in the dark–he felt it. The faint pulse of Creation's legacy. The Authority of Life, hidden among mankind.
And so, Judgement took on the skin of a mortal. He walked among the children of Creation, no longer as a god, but as one of them. In silence, he searched for the bearer of that divine spark. For within it lay his last hope: vengeance for his fallen brother, and the chance to tear Fate from the throne he had stolen.
Thus begins the story of the forgotten god... and the human who unknowingly carried eternity within their veins.
–S. Yusuf