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In the ancient days of the Lost Civilization, Man alone ruled over the world, and all creatures, fish, and fowl paid him homage. Enlightened by their Creator with the gift of Science, there was nothing the Ancients could not do. This is known to all who have seen the sprawling empty cities deep in the jungles, defying the creeping vines and slow rot to remain a testament to Man’s birthright.
Humanity chose to fall from the light. Not content with mastery of all lesser beings, men sought mastery over each other. In violation of God’s will, they turned on their kindred. War such as never had been came to the land, and everywhere there was suffering. The manslayers forgot not only their bonds of kinship but also their bonds of obedience to Sol the Creator. They carved false idols whose burning light mocked His benevolence and cast these idols into the heavens.
The idols fell to earth and flames were kindled in the greatest cities of the world. All to ash went the lives of one third of Sol’s children. Furious winds scourged the earth, bearing the tainted ash of the fallen, which still burden with lost souls and miscast hatred. Within these ashes was all manner of pestilence, and where they fell, no life would grow. Men and women fled their homes; the cities that still stood, stood empty.
But the wars did not cease. For each death another was demanded. Sin grew upon sin, murder outdid murder in atrocity, until sickened by Man’s suffering the earth split and sundered. Mountains rose and fell, rivers turned their course, the oceans raced to new lands. Across the world, great ruptures arose, like sores upon the land. Those left to quiver in the darkness called them gates to Hell. |
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