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

"My dream… my dream?" Enya spoke aloud, her gaze drifting upward toward the gray skies that loomed over the capital.

"I suppose my dream would be to become a goddess." Her eyes pierced through the clouds, landing on the brilliant and ever-stable sun. "A goddess of light and hope."

She smiled softly, her features brightening as she continued. "If there is no heaven for us poor mortals, why not create one?"

"The brutal finality of death is… horrifying. It scares me. To one day exist, and in the next blink, to not. It terrifies me that nothing of me may linger, that I'll never be able to look back on my years as a living being."

"The endless void of it all… it frightens me."

She sighed deeply. "So, my dream is to transcend such a fate and create a paradise where all can find comfort."

"A paradise of eternal life, eternal bliss, eternal joy—where no regret or sorrow can ever take root."

Sir(II)—Facets