This will not be the first tale you hear. And certainly, not the last. This is, yes, a tale of creation, of hope, of origins and heritage. But also, one of destruction, theft and misfortune.

Once upon a peaceful world, reigned a divine truly worthy of praise. He reigned over all that was; the divine owned land and sky, day and night, men and beasts.

His name, was Jylo, wielder of thunder. Alongside him, up in the clouds where man lives not, reside other divines. They were each attributed different things; his brother Hyro ruled the seas, meanwhile Putra got the unlucky fortune of governing the dead and their fates.

Truly, they lived in peaceful times...

...until disasters

Greed, envy, pride, wrath. They invaded the lands, starting from nothing and ending in everything. Alliances forgotten, peace seen as weakness, war as the new normal...

The cicle went on and on, seemingly never to end.

Jylo was stressed, he could not keep up. Trying to solve trouble in one place meant ignoring trouble somewhere else, sometimes straight up causing it.

Hour after hour, day after day, week after week...

After the first millennia passed, he snaped.

He let chaos roam free

Brought plague into cities

Strike every man his eyes glazed on with his thunderous spear. Beasts could not survive his wrath. Not even souls of those long past were shown mercy: he broke every one of them into shapeless pieces the wind took away.

And after enough time passed...

"Brother! Oh brother, what is left? What is there untouched or unharmed upon the continent!?"

"..."

"No... no is left, brother..."

All that once were now no longer was. Not a soul survived.

Jylo could not handle it. He stormed into his home and shut the door. His family, everyone was moved, but they could do nothing. Any attempt at opening that door would just get it closed again in mere moments.

Months passed, and he finally came out. In his hands, a device like no other. It appeared as a cannon, decorated with(or maybe powered by) many tiny shards of a lilac stone.

"Jylo, what is it that you hold?", asked Putra, in a mix of worry for his brother, and fear for her and the others' lives.

"Here, sister, I have just what I need. To make me a king again. To have something to rule over once more."

"But how!? There is nothing to create life from anymore! This world is set to eternal doom! YOU SET IT ETERNAL DOOM!"

"...I have. This world is not of use anymore."- he stood silent for a second, before immediately screaming out-" 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑!!"

And he activated the machine.

None of them truly remember what it felt like the first time. All they remember was that suddenly, they were no longer in their home place. It could be described as what it'd feel like to be sent flying into space.

A few minutes later, the void they traveled through was no more. They had arrived upon a new world, simultaneously much like the one they once knew, and completely different.

Jylo lead the rest. He had small of an idea of what he was doing, but the rest had not even that. Soon enough, they met other divine beings just like them. They shared their situation with these new people,but leaving aside the part where Jylo caused the disaster.

It wasn't long before the first ambush occurred.

Jylo hid behind a rock and jumped on one of the divines. With a knife he had found, he cut open wounds everywhere. Soon enough, their body had enough ichor to stay conscious, but not to do anything at all.

One by one, these new colleagues disappeared with no trace. The others knew, but dared not face him. Soon enough, he reigned again; his servants had no idea of what their creators had gone through, and bowed to Jylo without hesitation.

Millennia passed. But corruption went through again.

Everything he did was not enough, and soon he had to resort to his undying wrath.

This time, he did not mourn the world. They left the second he realized it was unusable, leaving behind the live carcasses of the ones they had betrayed.

Not one world was different from that point. Eventually, they all succumbed to sin, no matter what they did. The ending never changed.

Jylo became emotionless and unimpressionable. Worlds and fates passed him by. He was unfit to rule, but would never admit so. King once, never to be a servant.

The rest grew tired. Of never staying. Of always seeing what they tried to love crumble to dust. To see every progress they made vanish after an eon. A tiny spark of rebellion lit up inside of them; they dared not stand up yet, but were ready to fight alongside whoever did.

Only after several worlds destroyed, 6 heroes could ever manage to, once and for all, put an end to His tyranny...

...but that, is not a story for today, dear public of mine. My tale I end here, seeing you may be tired. May we meet paths again in future, for I shall then reveal what was the story of The Six.