Before the universe was created, there was only the Void. A thick, suffocating darkness so overwhelming that no light could penetrate its black shroud. Within this endless abyss lived the Assellor. Celestial creatures of the Void that traversed through the darkness like small fish swimming through the steady waters of an infinite ocean. Each was a corporeal existence in a constant blackness. Many would hypothesize that these Assellor were the earliest concepts of what could be labeled as “Gods”. One of these such beings was a more curious sort than his kin. Throughout history, this being would be known by many different names, some more spiritual than others, but his true name was Nytthos, the wayfarer. Nytthos was a particularly powerful spirit and so had spent most of his existence uncontested and unbothered, but he had grown lonely as a result of his prowess. For countless millennia, he swam across the dark ocean of the Void in solitary confinement, but recently, he had grown a desire to find an earnest companion to spend his time alongside. Many of the other creatures within the Void seemed unperturbed or uninterested in each other, content with their continued meaningless existence in the ceaseless abyss. As the centuries passed, Nytthos set out on a desperate search to find another like-minded Assellor. His quest came to an abrupt end when he met a celestial creature named Xemera. Xemera was similar to Nytthos in her desires, her intrigue piqued from the instant she detected his imposing presence. They were drawn to each other as if by some overwhelming force of nature or law of physics. The two swirled around each other within the still, dark waters of the Void in rhythmic time. They bounced and churned as they played with each other in the infinite blackness. From their steady dance began a sweet melody. A beautiful tune that sounded warm and gentle to even the heartless spirits of the Void. Many were so drawn to this song that, for the first time, they joined newly found voices to the building chorus. Nytthos and Xemera continued their sultry dance as the rhythm rose to a burning crescendo and the first light was born in the darkness. A small flicker in the beginning, like a candlelight near the end of its wick, but as the chime of voices grew, so too did the flame. From its warm, glowing light, spilt forth what is known today as the Galactic Realm. A universe of life and creation. A land for mortal beings to rise and stride across the landscape of countless worlds. A mirror of this realm, known as the Celestial Realm, was born in its image. It is within this realm that the corporeal beings of the Void were given new life and form. They were shaped into a species known as the Norvotaeran, angelic-like beings who would become the shepherds of this newly created realm. From Nytthos and Xemera’s conjoining came 9 children among them. Pure beings of light, that in time would become the Arch-Angels of legend. The Void was swallowed by the Celestial Realm’s expansive birth…..Or so it was thought. Beyond watchful eyes, down in the depths of the golden realm of Angels, a pocket of the Void persisted. And within its confines, a new species was born, clusters of souls split from the corporeal gods of the Void upon their ascension. The Vutanin, demonkin of the demonic legions. 

At first, the Vutanin were no more than a mere nuisance, small, feeble things incapable of coherent thought or speech. But as the sins of the galactic realm grew, so too did their corrupted flesh and bone. They were reshaped, molded into the stuff of nightmares, vile, misshapen beasts feeding off the corrupted behaviors of mortals. It wasn’t long before they became a cause for concern. The strongest amongst them rose to great power and became lords of the demonic legions. They were the primal essence of each deadly sin manifested in a twisted image of horror. A cancer upon the divine fields. It was these creations that attempted to spill forth from the Void into the rest of the Celestial Realm. Their hordes burst from the Void in the form of a ceaseless sea of demonic filth. The Arch-Angels sent their warriors in response to stem the tide and keep the demonic abominations at bay. For millennia, this ebb and flow persisted. The celestial guardians stood as a wall for the demonic legions to crash upon. They never relented or tired. Their hunger for freedom was bottomless. There are even recorded moments where the veil between realms weakened just enough for the void-spawn to slip into the Glactic Realm. Whenever these brief moments of freedom were achieved, destruction followed in the wake of the legions. The demon lords who led them gained strength equal in measure to their Arch-Angel counterparts. But with 9 divine Champions of the celestial realm standing in their way, the demon lords were unable to gain the upper hand. A plan was concocted. Its goal, to corrupt 2 of the great children of Nytthos and Xemera.