In the days of old, many cultures believed the world was created by demon kind. While the majority of the world today worships the dragon gods, there are still small pockets whose prayers are directed toward the oldest gods. In dark ruins and ancient temples on the fringes of the civilized worlds, those worshipers read from decaying texts, spreading the tales of the very creation of the world itself. What follows is one such account…
In the beginning, there was darkness. The first being existed within it without shape or sense of self. The darkness was the first being and the first being was the darkness.
Ages passed and the darkness yearned for more. It coalesced and collapsed in upon itself, giving the second being substance. Thus, Jeragroth came into being. Aware for the first time in the darkness, Jeragroth sought to scream but had no mouth. The second being willed its own mouth into existence and wailed into the darkness. Unable to hear itself, it next willed itself ears. It heard its own screaming and was pleased.
The darkness was also pleased. Its emptiness was filled with the cries of Jeragroth, the agony of being never allowing the second one to be silent. Many more ages passed with only the darkness and Jeragroth. Ever did the screams become sweeter for the darkness. Its feelings for its spawn grew.
The darkness drew tighter around the second one. It seeped inside of him. He seeped inside of it. For a time, they were but one being again. When their copulation had finished, the darkness had produced offspring. Hence Jeragroth became the father of demons, the darkness their mother.
The union had produced a set of triplets. Luln, Lord of rage, was their son. Braxult, Queen of Death and Peace, was their daughter. Erethalion, Caln of Choice and Chance, was both son and daughter, and neither all at once. They wailed as they emerged into the nothing. Jeragroth was pleased, as was the darkness. It grew in its joy until Sribinet, the first realm, formed. Here they lived in their eternal torment.