The Immortal’s Vow

Lost in the Void

꧁༒☬𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮☬༒꧂

In ancient times, before the dawn of mortals’ remembrance, the first gods sprung forth from the primordial void. These divine entities, born from the very essence of creation, wielded powers over the Cosmos itself, shaping worlds to their whim. Among them was Aureon, the god of light and justice, whose radiant brilliance cast a luminescent glow across the vast realms.

The gods, seeking more than just creation, devised something delicate to sculpt according to their likeness. Thus, they fashioned mortals—an experiment in life that would live, love, and perish in their mortal existence.

From this divine experiment, was born Nerathia, a realm where gods and mortals coexisted together. Aureon and his kindred gods bestowed upon Nerathia their gifts: light, wisdom, protection, and change.

In Nerathia, order held dominion, though precariously, for where light shone, shadows also grew. From the unchartered territories of the cosmos, the ancient and dark Umbravus emerged. These beings, agents of the dark, corruption, and decay, were like a poisonous blight, spreading chaos and infecting the minds of mortals. They posed a grave danger, threatening to unravel all that the gods had fashioned in their divine design.

Aureon, the god of light and justice, in his divine sagacity, took the lead against the encroaching darkness. Rallying together the primordial gods, they entered into an epic war that tore the heavens and marked the earth with scars. After millennia of relentless combat, the gods managed to vanquish the sinister Umbravus, confining them to the shadowy realms, and severing their access to Nerathia perpetually.

For a time, peace once more reigned in Nerathia, as mortals flourished under the vigilant gaze of the gods, and the equilibrium between light and shadow was re-established. As Nerathia thrived, a hidden desire stirred within Aureon's heart, an imperfection no god dared acknowledge.

For Aureon had conceived a son, Zarekth, through a brief and forbidden union with a mortal woman.

Zarekth, a mix of the divine and human, was a paradox in himself—a fusion of order and chaos, unlike any before him. Where Aureon was a beacon of light and admiration, Zarekth was shrouded in mystery, an unwanted offspring who represented both a blessing and a curse.

It was through Zarekth that the cunning Umbravus saw an opportunity.

Although imprisoned, the Umbravus had never been truly vanquished. Deep within their confines, they observed and awaited, sensing the fissure in the otherwise perfect world crafted by Aureon. Zarekth, the uninvited one, had become the conduit through which the shadows began to infiltrate once more.

Darkness spread throughout the realms, emerging from the forgotten corners and crevices, casting its twisted influence over the hearts of both mortals and gods.

Chaos reigned, and the foundations of Nerathia quaked. Aureon vanished, his presence forever lost, either in death or a mystery beyond comprehension. The gods, once powerful, fled and hid, fearful of the tempest they believed they had contained.

Though Zarekth had not sought the breach, he was held accountable. Betrayed by those who should have stood alongside him, he was cast into the abyss of oblivion, a desolate chasm far beneath the earth, known only in legend.

In that dark realm, where time and memory intertwined, Zarekth was entombed, sealed away by a spell:

“By power dark and vengeance cold,

We bind thee now, whose fate was foretold.

In shadowed depths where none shall see,

To chains of night, we sentence thee.

By blood and blade, by fire’s might,

We cast thee down from heaven’s height.

Thy name, once feared, shall fade away,

In the endless dark, no light of day.

By earth and bone, by time unbroken,

Let this be the curse now spoken.

Thy hands shall never grasp the throne,

In the Abyss, be lost—alone.

By ancient oaths and secrets sworn,

Be bound where stars and suns are torn.

Let silence claim thy whispered lies,

In void’s embrace, thy power dies.

By fear and fury intertwined,

We cast thee down, bound and confined.

To the Abyss, where time shall cease,

Let Zarekth sleep, and chaos release.”

The Abyss of Oblivion, an abyss forgotten by both gods and mortals alike, had become his eternal confinement. Its colossal black stone walls resounded with malevolent, ancient magic, twisting the very fabric of reality, folding the laws of time and space into its internal embrace. Shadows attached themselves to the walls, flickering and muttering forgotten confidences, the whispers of those who had succumbed to the void.

In this abysmal realm, light did not merely diminish; it was wholly engulfed by darkness so profound that it seemed to throb with a life of its own. The very air was dense and heavy, suffocated by a twisted and malignant power, its overwhelming pressure too much for any mortal who ventured too near. To tarry here was to be consumed by despair, the dissonance of ancient and long-forgotten forces driving any who dared stay near utterly mad.

Zarekth, once a blend of chaos and order, the deity whose presence had tilted the balance of the Cosmos, was reduced to merely a legend. His name, once both feared and revered, had become whispers spoken in the shadows—a cautionary tale shared in the darkness. His power, once capable of shaping the world, was muzzled by the very forces he once commanded, entombed deep within the abyss. He had metamorphosed into a fragment of the past, concealed in the forgotten annals of history.

Within the depths of utter darkness, the threads of destiny continued their relentless dance, unhindered and undaunted. Legends, though merely whispered, held an enduring power, woven into the very essence of the universe.

The abyss, bound by chains of dark magic and forgotten by all that traversed the land, nonetheless pulsated with the lingering whispers of Zarekth's potency. Time, ever in movement, was not absolute here; it undulated and warped, blurring the boundary between what had once been and what was yet to come.

One day, the constraints that shackled the abyss would wane. The barrier would falter. And when it did, the god who was cast into the shadows of existence would rise again—his anger, like a tempest, poised to be unleashed upon the world that had deserted him. The tales would no longer be hushed whispers but cries of terror, heralding the return of a long-forgotten power, reclaiming its place among both gods and mortals…..