Before the world had form, before light has graced its face and life filled its space, there were the Titans. Born of the Celestial Kingdom, a realm beyond time and beyond death. From their domain at the edge of existence, they shaped the cosmos, giving life to the infinite worlds below. Terra, the realm of Earth, was their greatest project, a world destined for glory, a stage upon which life would rise and fall. Each Titan embodied the forces of nature and the laws that governed existence itself: Time, Death, Life, and Chaos among them. They were eternal, for without them and the laws they encapsulated, reality would unravel. Though they held the power to rule all creation, the Titans chose a higher path: to guide but never dominate, to create without the stain of tyranny. They walked Terra’s barren landscapes, molding seas, raising mountains, and sparking the first breath of life ad being friends to those who inhabited it.
All except one. Kronos, the Titan of Time.
Obsessed with dominion, Kronos sought to rewrite history itself, twisting Terra’s destiny until it mirrored his dark vision. With each stroke of his will, he altered time, remaking humanity again and again to suit his desires. His efforts did not go unnoticed and once the other Titans discovered his betrayal, cast him into the Void, the vast endless abyss that borders reality. Banished, but not without consequence. To ensure the balance of creation remained intact, the Titans swore an oath never to set foot upon Terra again. They withdrew to the Celestial Kingdom, watching from the heavens. But they left behind gifts, pieces of their divine essence hidden within the world.
Chief among these gifts was the Gate, a link between all mortal beings and the Energy Planes, realms of pure and unfathomable power. Through the Gate, every soul held the potential to tap into the limitless energy of creation itself, to become godlike in their own right. It was meant to be a blessing, a key to a higher destiny. But mortal hands can corrupt even the greatest gifts.
As the ages passed, mortals learned to open their Gates, channeling the power of the Energy Planes. These individuals, known as Mythics, were revered as living gods, wielders of cosmic forces that could shape nations. They became rulers, heroes, and legends. Titan-Kin, Astralborn, Aeonlords. Names whispered across the ages. But as their power grew, so too did fear. Fewer and fewer mortals were access their Gates, and those who could were seen as threats rather than saviors.
Amid this growing tension, a new force emerged: the Church of the Father. From distant lands, missionaries crossed deserts and oceans, preaching of a forgotten god, a being known only as the Father, a god of dominion and order. His symbol was a mouth, ever speaking and ever consuming, and his teachings declared the Mythics heretics. The Church proclaimed that the Gates did not open to divine realms but to demonic planes, corridors of corruption that led only to madness and ruin.
In the name of the Father, they hunted the Mythics, now branded as Witchbreed, and sought to cleanse the world of their kind. The continent of Hesperia, now ruled by the mighty nation of Linguardia, became a bastion of this faith. The Church and the Holy Army marched across the lands, eradicating the Witchbreed wherever they were found, claiming a divine right to cleanse the world of their "corruption."
Excerpt from "The Holy Truth: The Father’s Light and the Cleansing of False Gods"
(Mandated Textbook of the Church of the Father, Linguardia)
CHAPTER VII: FALSE IDOLS
Before the Father did reveal His holy light unto Terra, the peoples of the world did walk in shadow and in ignorance. In their blindness they bowed themselves before false idols and vain spirits, whom they named Titans.
And they spoke among themselves, spreading the tales that Titans had shaped the world and bestowed power upon mortal men. Yet such words are but lies and corrupt imaginings, born of the folly of those who knew not the Father for the Father alone is the Maker of all things, both seen and unseen. By His will were the heavens stretched forth, the seas gathered together, and the dust of the earth given breath and life. There was none before Him, neither shall there be any beside Him.
Those who call themselves born of such idols, whom the people name the Witchbreed, are not blessed but accursed. For the power they wield cometh not from the Father’s grace, but from dark and profane realms that seek the corruption of humanity. Thus did the Father raise His Church upon the earth, that His truth might be known and the people delivered from falsehood. By His word were the lies of the Titans revealed, and their empty names cast down.
Revolts broke out across the lands, led by Witchbreed fighting for recognition and survival. Yet time and again, these rebellions were crushed beneath the iron heel of the forces of the Churches infantry. It was not until the rise of Zeus, a former soldier of Linguardia’s Holy Army who discovered his own latent Witchbreed powers.
Betraying his comrades, his home and his status, Zeus escaped and formed the Olympic Rebellion, gathering both Mythic and non-Mythics to his cause. He was guided by the Olympians, a group of legendary warriors and leaders. For over a decade, the Olympic Rebellion waged war against the Holy Army. The conflict became known as the Mythic Wars. It was a war of titans and men, a clash between divine power and religious zealotry. But in the end, it was not an enemy blade that ended the rebellion. It was Zeus’s own madness.
Little is known the logic behind his final actions (most considered it a desperate bid to assassinate the High Commander of Linguardia), Zeus was captured, and his rebellion was crushed. He was hanged. With Zeus’s death, the war came to a bitter end. The remaining Olympians disbanded. Some fled to the corners of the earth, while others continued to fight in the shadows. Hades and Persephone, two of the last remaining Olympians, created a refuge for the Witchbreed at the entrance to the Underworld.
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