Chapter 58: An abnormal Origin
Long ago, God made this realm.
It was filled with creatures of all sorts, from the largest birds of prey, down to the smallest ants.
It was a good realm, better than the last, being the failure that was Hell. However, this new realm was not what God wanted. He was dissatisfied with this realm.
Leaving new proselytic races in charge of the affairs of this realm, God moved on to finally create his masterpiece.
Under the blessings God left behind, the realm flourished, as the natural flow of the world remained unperturbed and peaceful. This governing race, the one that God left in charge of the realm, governed the realm efficiently alongside the aid of the other caretaker races, there was no room for critique.
However, one day was destined to change this harmonious realm. Knocking on the barriers around this realm came visitors from afar. They requested entry into the realm, and the governing race having hospitable hearts, naively allowed these foreigners into the realm. Naturally, being made by God, the dimensional barrier of this realm was nigh impenetrable, from the outside at least.
At first, these visitors were kind and provided advice to the governing race. After constant exchange, the governing race came to know them as 'gods,' an immortal race that demanded that finite creatures bow down before them. The governing races did not accept them as their 'gods' insisting that they would only worship their creator.
Tensions rose between the two sides for the first time, before the visitors seemingly let go of this exchange, offering a compromise to forget about such a demand. The governing race naively accepted.
After that point, things started changing. The races of this realm who all worshipped the creator, their God, changed allegiances. Not to mention the emergence of new races, completely foreign to this realm. The few races of this realm who refused to submit to the new gods and repulsed by the new races were persecuted, leading to a devastating war between the two factions. The governing race, realising the cause of such an event, marched to the visitors, demanding an explanation.
They obtained none, instead, they were given a beam of star shattering power. Caught off guard, the governing race started this destructive conflict flat footed, as they were overwhelmed by the tactical prowess of these visitors.
Well, it would be more accurate to call them invaders now. The governing race was naturally gifted with great power, and rallying the caretaker races and races still loyal to their creator God, they resisted against the offence of the invaders. However, when faced against the very beings they were tasked to protect they hesitated whether to truly start this conflict, but in their delay, the other races took no mercy, as they displayed their ruthlessness.
Having never experienced real conflict before, the governing races were crushed by the tactics employed by these warlords.
Seeing the war fall out of favour, some of the caretaker races dipped out of this conflict, adopting a neutral stance between the two sides. This splinter group was led by none other than the dragons immemorial. Furious, the alliance condemned them for their betrayal. However, this was met with a grave threat, the splinter group threatened them with true betrayal, in the sense that they would aid the invaders if the alliance were to try anything, not that they could in the first place. The invaders had already taken every single resource the alliance had, and with a portion of their combatants deserting, the alliance accelerated toward their doom.
Slowly, race after race died out, as their allies were slowly killed off. Morale was at an all time low, before the governing race, in conjunction with the caretaker races, took out a card that would most certainly destroy them, but at the same time, might push away these invaders. They were betting their all in this small opportunity to banish these invaders from their realm, as they knew the strength of the realm barrier would be more than enough to keep them out afterwards.
Performing a ritual that affected all of their members, they used a devastating force to push the invaders out of their realm. The invaders, caught off guard from the sudden development despite the war falling in their favour, were successfully banished from this realm. However, the damage had been done and the cost was great.
Nonetheless, the alliance cheered and celebrated their victory against the gods. A most naive action. As they drank and acclaimed their victory, they were assaulted by the races left behind by the invaders. The alliance had the false impression that as soon as the invaders left, then their enemies would come back to their senses, but that was not the case.
"Why are you attacking us!?"
"Y-you heretics! We'll avenge the true gods and make you regret your transgressions!"
There was no convincing them, they were in blind dogma to the invaders, or the 'true gods,' as they said. Having performed such a last ditch effort against the invaders, the alliance was in no position to fight against them and crumpled immediately.
The alliance was finished, some races ran away, some hid, and some fought till the end. It didn't matter, the races part of the alliance were destined to never reach their former glory, as they struggled to even be shadows of their past selves.
And in the long flow of history, facts are twisted, distorted by the victors. The once glorious governing race, became the widely known Heretic race, as they became the villains in this war. The governing race, having heard of this new calling, was ashamed of themselves at having caused this conflict in the first place. Their true name having been long lost in the canal of time, they took up this prejudice in silent grievance. If only they hadn't let in those 'gods,' then none of this would've happened.
In their guilt, the Heretics swore that as long as no 'gods' show up, they would never lay their hands on the inhabitants of this once glorious realm. They couldn't take any more guilt from harming those they were commissioned to protect, otherwise, they might as well kill themselves.
They were a spectacular failure.
The victor races having become the ultimate champions in this war, slaughtered the loyal races, before stealing their powers for themselves. It must be understood, that the strong races were not affected by the influence of the invaders, and as a result, remained loyal to their God, whilst the weaker races, were similarly weak willed, and easily fell under the influence of the invaders. Being tainted by the values of the outsiders, the races were not satisfied even when they sucked the powers of the loyal races dry. They soon after turned on each other, as groups banded together and a new string of conflict erupted.
However, in the reignited flames, three contenders stood out amongst the rest. The elves, the humans and the dwarves. The elves having massacred the loyal fey and leeched their powers were unmatched in nature, yet the humans who had managed to snag bits and pieces of abilities from the various races had become peerless in all elements of development. And the dwarves, who stole the legacy of the long gone dvergrs.
Soon becoming powerhouses who quickly dominated the rest.
The dynamic of this very world shifted, becoming the well known Corrupt Realm.
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