Narrator (cinematic tone):
"Long ago, the world was held in balance by fourteen champions — seven who bore the Virtues of Heaven, and seven who carried the Sins of Darkness. For centuries they clashed, neither side prevailing, their struggle keeping creation itself on the edge of equilibrium.
But balance is fragile… and even light can falter."
Scene: A battlefield of fire and shattered skies.
The acrid scent of smoke and charred earth hung heavy as the Virtues fought desperately against the Sins. Seraphiel, Captain of Humility, cut through enemy ranks, his calm voice ringing over the clamor.
Seraphiel (Humility, Captain):
"Stand together, my brothers, my sisters! Today we rise not above mortals — but with them!"
The Sins sneered from the battlefield, their laughter sharp and cruel.
Lucien (Pride):
"How noble… how pitiful. Do you not see? This world deserves rulers, not shepherds."
Belkara (Lust):
"Mmm, but shepherds do make such… delightful prey."
Steel clashed and magic flared. Fire and light danced across broken ground as the Virtues pressed forward — until betrayal struck. From the shadows, one of their own drove a blade into Seraphiel's back.
Seraphiel (shocked, whispering):
"…Why…?"
The Sins roared with laughter as chaos consumed the Virtues. Seraphiel fell, his halo shattering into fragments that scattered like stars across the world.
Narrator:
"With the Captain's fall, the Virtues broke. Some were slain, others imprisoned, others vanished into exile. And so, the Seven Sins rose unchallenged — their dominion absolute. The world forgot the names of its saviors… and worshiped its tyrants as gods."
Cut to centuries later.
A faint candle flickered in a quiet room. A young girl, Lyra Caedros, hunched over a fragile, leather-bound book, her fingers tracing the words as if
they might leap off the page.