Millions of years ago, in a plane far higher than the place humans call heaven, an unknown entity was born — neither god nor mortal, but a conceptual being. It was the embodiment of something far beyond comprehension. This entity did the impossible — it rose to challenge death itself, the inevitable force that reigned over every living thing.
After what seemed like an eternal battle, the unknown being emerged victorious. Death was defeated, shattered into fragments, and disappeared from existence. With death gone, the cycle of life and mortality crumbled. Those who once feared the end now found themselves immortal — freed from the grasp of death but cursed with the burden of eternal life.
At first, there was celebration. Planes that were once limited by mortality grew in power, conquering worlds and dimensions. No longer afraid of dying, these beings explored the farthest reaches of existence. But with power came pride. Some sought the mysterious entity that had defeated death, desperate to find it — either to thank it or to destroy it out of fear. Yet, no trace of it remained. It had vanished, as if it had never existed.
Over time, these immortal beings proclaimed themselves as gods. Drunk on power, they enslaved other realms, twisting minds and forcing weaker planes into worship. War became their entertainment, and countless worlds fell beneath their feet. Their arrogance knew no bounds, believing themselves untouchable, unstoppable.
Among these self-proclaimed gods was one different from the rest. He was the weakest, mocked and bullied by his own kind. They saw him as useless, unworthy of the power they shared. Tired of the endless torment, he made a decision that no other dared — he volunteered to govern the forgotten realm known as Earth, a plane considered beneath their notice.
Seeing no worth in Earth, the other gods laughed and agreed. They banished him to the lower plane, expecting him to disappear into obscurity. But instead, he found purpose.
On Earth, the god created humanity — fragile, curious beings full of potential. He shaped the lands, the skies, and the seas. To fix the broken cycle of life, he crafted the concept of reincarnation, something no other plane had. Souls could now be born, die, and be reborn — learning, growing, and evolving through countless lifetimes.
But he knew that mercy alone could not guide a world. So, he forged realms of judgment, where souls would face the weight of their actions. Justice, balance, and morality were introduced — something the other gods had long abandoned.
Humans grew, built civilizations, and charted their own destinies. Yet, as time passed, they strayed from the god's original path. Greed, power, and corruption consumed them. They forgot the one who gave them life, turning their backs on the creator who still watched silently from the shadows.
Even so, he did not abandon them. Unlike the gods above who cared only for conquest, he truly loved his creation. Out of all the planes in existence, Earth was his chosen home.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the endless expanse of existence, the conceptual being that defeated death slumbered — its power hidden but never gone. Legends faded, stories were lost, but power like that never truly disappears. It waits — patiently — for someone to awaken it once more.
And when that day comes, humanity will face the true meaning of death… not as an end… but as a hunger waiting to be fed.
This… is where it all begins.