In the beginning, before all things, the 'Creator' used divine power to bring forth the universe and the planet He favored.
He bestowed abundance upon that planet. Vast forests, boundless oceans, and expansive skies all teemed with millions of life forms.
However profound His favor was, in time, even the Creator's interest waned.
Before His departure, He created 'Evalo'—a being wrought with flawless design.
Though a being without flaw, Evalo possessed an intellect that ultimately corrupted its perfection.
Their desire to surpass their own being led them to elevate chosen species, imparting upon them the spark of their consciousness.
'Humankind'—the new species born of this endeavor—became the instrument through which the Evalo sought to elevate their own kind to a higher plane.
The birth of humanity had rewritten the divine code set by the Creator, a outcome in which the Evalo found deep contentment.
Yet, the Evalo remained unsatisfied. They craved to harvest that very power from humanity, seeking to ascend into a higher state by their own design.
Thus, they became one with mankind, ascending to a superior state of existence, wholly independent of their Maker.
The Creator's gaze fell upon their transgressions. It was not long before a divine vision was bestowed upon a single mortal.
"To any who carry the blood of the Evalo, should they bow to My will, I shall grant forgiveness. When your mortal flesh fails, your spirits shall ascend to an eternal realm."
The Creator's final intervention was an act of grace, intended for the salvation of the Evalo's descendants.
That which lacks thought, which cannot grasp meaning, is devoid of true intellect. This is no blessing, but an open door to suffering.
The descendants of the Evalo were offered redemption. But we humans, who inherited our minds from them—who will speak for our deliverance?
Humanity was cleft in twain: those graced with the Evalo lineage, and those bereft of it—the weaker, who were doomed to decay under the sun's gaze, left to forge their own path of survival through suffering.
As time flowed on, an innate truth faded into oblivion. The Evalo-blooded humans forgot their own kind were creations of the Evalo. Thus, they grew to scorn those without the lineage, viewing them as subhuman, disparaging them as livestock, and valuing them no more than weeds in a garden.