This is how it all began so long ago
Eden…now known as earth, was once a busy port of trade. Many traveled across galaxies through the portals to Eden seeking the lush abundance of this world. It was a time of Dragon Riders, Seers, Water Mere, Fairies, Fae, and more. A fantasy come to life.
It was the time of the Lore, those of graceful, elegant perfection...and magic.
Their beauty so vivid, their charisma so undeniable, that humankind was trapped in their spell.
The King of the Dark Court was the bringer of all things monstrous, horrifying and despicable. His consort, the Queen of the Court of Light was the one who worked diligently to keep at bay, and if she were clever, undo, everything perpetrated by the dark king. To him, it was a game to be played.
To her, it was a necessity. Oddly, he loved her. Sadly, she understood him, but to her, his
reprehensible character kept her from him.
They were destined to be the balance. Dark versus light. It was a match made by the elements, the universal life force...
The queen had been quite successful at undoing his deeds. A better game player perhaps? He would never admit it. After all...he was King...all mighty.
He was Lore...all powerful. Then, an idea dawned.
To his queen he would give a gift. Forty-eight of his most powerful warriors were to become her guard against anything or anyone that might wish to do her harm. He was keeping her safe.
But in truth, he would use his men as spies and as agents to undermine her righteous
deeds performed against his will.
They were his very best... diabolical, vicious... potent. They were the Diabolicon. The king could not help but pat himself on the back. It was his best plan ever.
The Queen debated, knowing full well and good his evil intent. She could not turn down a gift from the King. What was she going to do with them?
Then an idea dawned. She would turn this evil to her side. Dark to light, and use them as her force for good...it was her best plan ever.
It would serve the king right. He had always viewed her as simply lucky in her endeavors against him.
While keeping the Diabolicon close to her in hopes her influence would rub off on them, she set about teaching them that kindness and love was more powerful than might of hand and sword and of magic used unfairly against those with no defense against it.
It was easy to hurt people...the real test of strength was compassion.
Little by little, her truths were accepted while every day Ja’Veen, the Lord of the Diabolicon fell deeper and deeper in love with the Queen...his master’s consort.
Every day the queen fell deeper and deeper in love with Ja’Veen and the inevitable came to be. Their union would to bring about a child of prophecy.
Unknown to the queen and the man she had come to love, the king had discovered their betrayal. He stilled. His punishment, his revenge, had to be perfect. She, of course would have to die and Ja’Veen would be made to suffer every day of his immortal life.
His plan was truly diabolical. But he knew that even with all of his magic and all of his power, he would need more. He entered into a pact with the witches of the necron. They could add the hexing that was required to bind his punishment for all eternity. He waited, savoring his fury, allowing it to build in him, to be released at the perfect moment. The lovers had no idea of what was coming.
The witches of the necron discussed the king’s plan. His desire was to twist the elements themselves. A prison, a temporal rift was to be hexed into existence. One that would hold his betrayer and anything and anyone in its path, for all eternity…and they were to suffer endlessly.
They would enter into the ultimate battle, never knowing that the outcome had already been set and fixed.
The time came. Ja’Veen discovered his queen mortally wounded, her life taken by the king himself. The Sword of Dark Passage, Ja’Veen’s own weapon and the only thing that could take the life of an immortal lay beside her.
His beautiful queen, his beloved light, died in his arms. The balance was coming undone. Not even his magic could save her. But there was a chance for their unborn child. He called his mount…the Grand Dragon of the Loa, and with his magic, placed his child into her womb, to be kept safe until the time of its birth.
The accusation was made. The king declared that Ja’Veen, in a jealous rage, had killed the queen, and the battle began. The witches summoned the darkness, the elements began to twist, deform and spew malevolence. A foul stench began to cover the lands and Ja’Veen realized that dark magic was in the mix, something evil was coming and he knew it would be a fight to the end. He ordered twelve of the Diabolicon to help those that were innocent, to flee. He ordered them not to return to battle, but to live to tell this story.
Many, seeing their opportunity to end the reign of the king joined Ja’Veen and the others of the Diabolicon in their battle against him. The king’s men fought ruthlessly while the king stood with the witches, away from the battle, inside the circle of power, working his magic, to be entwined with their hex.
The king cursed the Diabolicon to be forever cold and forever hungry, cursed to be drinkers of blood and condemned to walk in darkness and to live the same day over and over for all eternity. Every day for all of his immortal life, Ja’Veen would hold the woman he loved in his arms…and watch her die.
The rage pounded, the winds began to suck, the earth cried out and then gave way and everything turned to black. Then quiet. It was done. They watched as the swirling mass disappeared into the night sky, to exist forever, unseen and unknown. The Queens’s Diabolicon had been banished to suffer until the end of time.
The king was overjoyed that he had won…saddened to have lost his clever queen…but, oh well…she could be replaced. He already had someone in mind.
The time had come. There was a price to be paid.
The king, his apprehension obvious, asked the witches what it was that they wanted for their part in his deadly coup. “A coin…and a blessing from our most noble and powerful king.” They bowed humbly before him.
With their request…he saw his chance.
The witches were the only ones that could undo what he had wrought. Betrayal stood before them, smiling, his mind moving quickly to create a “Blessing” that would bind them and their powers.
His hand moved gracefully through the air to reach into the ethers and withdrew a coin.
Holding the coin out to them, they reached to take it. Their fingers stopping on the coin as the king began his blessing.
“My Blessing will be that your powers plague you no more… That you shall walk behind the veil and your presences upon this world will go unseen. You shall not be heard…or known…or be touched by that of the lore or of the race of humankind. Forever bound to the shadows, to watch as the world around you flourishes, never to know its warmth.” True to his nature…he just couldn’t help himself…he kept going.
“Little by little, to watch as your beauty is diminished. With no power of your own, you will be at the mercy of the shadow world… to suffer what you have wrought. Plagued in your minds by what you have created, and the curse of the Diabolicon to be upon you.”
His fingers let go of the coin.
Their fingers let go of the coin.
It fell, as if in slow motion, into the scrying water they had used to seal their hex upon the rift. The coin of betrayal was baptized in the waters of deception.
The witches smiled and stepped back. The king did not understand their reaction.
The water began to churn and to grow until it had become a veil between them. It surrounded him. He moved quickly to shift place, to remove himself from their presence and their impending prison. He went nowhere. Shadows moved around him. It felt a little chilly. The realization of what he had done fell upon him as the weight of the world. He had destroyed the light…and darkness cannot exist without light.
As his mind searched frantically for a way out…a way to move back in time to undo what he had done several of the emissaries of the human kind entered the cavern. He turned and called to them. They spoke to the witches as if he were not there. One walked through him as if he did not exist.
It was then that he realized that his own blessing was to be his curse. The witches looked upon him and he knew that they would be the last to ever see him. They smiled at their would-be betrayer as they dissolved into smoke…and were gone.
The veil continued to spread and all that were left of the grand and once powerful race of the Lore were trapped forever behind it.
This is where our story begins
It has been a Cardinal of time since the Witches of the Necron trapped and imprisoned the Diabolicon inside the Temporal Rift.
What the Withces did that day had powerful repercussions and a dimensional veil was created between the worlds of humankind
and those cultures not-so-human that possessed what today, we call supernatural abilities.
When this happened, any paranormal creature that had been trapped in the world of humankind
lost their abilities through disuse and fear of persecution. Many hid their abilities and continued to practice is secret.
The balance of power shifted to humankind, and they have thrived.
The world evolved by leaps and bounds until it became the world as we know it today.
And then... something happened.
Inside the Temporal Rift the memory spell began to fade and time once again began to move forward... and they remembered.
The Temporal Rift was breached and the Diabolicon... set free.
So violent was this occurence it created a tear in the dimensional veil.
The world behind the veil is not the world of humankind,
but the world of the Fae, the Nimm and the Naiad...
the Dex, the Garou and the Umbra and the Myhtlandians.
It is the world of the Ohmsu-Quion and that of the Phanta-zesthai... the Kubota Marouge', the Zeb...
Place shifter, Shape Shifters, Death Dancers, Soul Sifters, Water meir and more... and of course...
The time of the unseen has come to an end...
Our story is happening in real time... Today.