How little men know about worlds, about light, about the great dark that boils behind all. From a wave of the Creators hand, compassion and wisdom, spillt into nothingness. But such marvelous gifts often come with hidden prices. From the wondrous fountain of Light, was born the nameless fire that drives the deep well of midnight. A counter to all life. As creation rolled on, so to did the shadow. Unchallenged and untouched, Darkness spread, burning and killing. Raping land, sky and flesh. Falling upon countless worlds, it consumed and corrupted all life. Eventually the shadow fell upon a mundane world with feigned love and exaggerated loss. Curiously, this blundering blue planet hosted men not easily purged. Though the great Dark believed the song of these men neared its end, it was only then that our story could begin.
They are hope, the opposite of evil. Creations counter to the endless nothing from which hell was born. Man is the balance to which the demon has no defense. Man is the weapon, the constant unyielding fighter fueled by faith... faith in all things.
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