Orclion

Existence was divided into three realms.

The Heavenly Realm. The Earthen Realm. The Infernal Realm.

Below them, countless minor realms of all types existed, none able to match the might of any of the Three Fundamental realms.

The Celestials led the Heavenly Realm, The Immortals led the Earthen Realm and Demons led the Infernal Realm while the Rulers controlled all the minor realms.

Together, they formed The Myriad Unity and allowed peace to reign supreme.

The mortals were allowed to cultivate and reach for the Heavens as a balance was installed between the Heaven and Earth, all according to the Heaven’s Will.

And yet, among the billions of trillions of living beings within the Myriad Unity, one seemed unsatisfied.

“They are lying to us.”

This man went against all known truths and contradicted the very gods.

“We are in a false world! Mere pawns used to study an outcome!”

And so in search of freedom and truth, this man committed the ultimate taboo.

He rebelled.

Against The True Gods

Failure felt every fiber of his body tear in half, felt every shard of his bones tear into his flesh, and felt the eerie cold flow of his golden blood soaking his robes.

He was torn in half, from the waist to the shoulder, but even as life faded from his eyes, for the faintest of moments, his True Will gathered. With the last embers of power burning in his heart, his arm moved and cut the air.

Caine didn't even know what had happened, but all he could feel was pain. Looking down at his chest, he saw a gash torn across his frame, so deep his heart pulsed visibly through the wound.

The wound ached; his blood fell in rivers, and Caine could feel Failure's True Will deeply entrenched in the wound, preventing it from healing and slowly spreading through him.

Like a plague, it gnawed at his flesh and spread through his blood, invading all aspects of his body.

Me, Myself, and I(III)—Grim