Before time, before light, before demons were named and gods were loved and feared... there was only him.
He had no name, because language did not yet exist. He had no form, because matter had not yet been born. He was Pure Will, Absolute Consciousness, the Silent Origin.
And when the time came, He thought, and the universe responded.
The spark we now call the Big Bang was nothing more than a breath of His power. A silent explosion that brought forth the stars, the planets, life... and hope.
Among all that He created, there was a small blue sphere, insignificant in the eyes of the cosmos, to which the Creator gave something sacred: freedom, the possibility of choice, humanity. Fragile, unpredictable, and yet... extraordinary. What later gods would call "the most dangerous experiment." But for the Creator, it was His treasure.
And to protect it, he gave birth to his first lineage: his children. The eldest of them was Zeus, forged from thunder and justice. At his side was one of the first wills of light: his eternal companion, whose name was lost among human tongues, but whose oath was firm. Both knelt before their father and swore: to watch over the Earth, to guard humanity and guide it on its path, even if it did not see them, even if it did not remember them. Because what their father loved... they had to protect. And so they did.
Children's stories say that once, He became so maddened by his overwhelming power, a dark power that emerged from his divinity. Not a normal power, a power that just by thinking about it would not only destroy humanity, it would destroy everything in its path. This power was called omnipotence, and it is said that the creator had to seal himself inside the tree of life so that this power could not harm anything he cherished and so that it would not fall into the hands of evil.
With this, centuries passed, humanity grew, and thus from the first fires in caves to temples carved in stone. From kingdoms of clay to empires of steel, and the higher they climbed, the more they forgot.
They felt abandoned by those they had so revered; no one was protecting them from catastrophe anymore, and they felt forsaken. So they left the temples behind, replaced faith with science, and believed themselves to be gods.
Until, in the year 2012... the heavens responded. Not with words, but with wings, fire, and judgment.
Those who had protected us so much descended from the sky calling themselves "The Angels of Desolation," and alongside them emerged demonic figures riding across the earth calling themselves "The Horsemen of Chaos." A merciless war between the two sides ravaged everything in its path, great cities disappeared, and the world knew what it meant to be small again.
Some called it "The Apocalypse," others "The War of Judgment." But for those who survived, it was nothing more than the beginning of a forbidden truth.
For in the midst of the fire, Zeus disappeared, and his companion... ceased to exist. Their children Athena, Artemis, and Hercules remained with humanity, assuring those who were still alive that they would pray more fervently, that the one who loved them so much was on his throne watching over everything.
Today, more than 150 years have passed, the world is different, religion, science, kingdoms, and ruins coexist in tension, and although the heavens seem silent, the echo of that war still resonates in the shadows.
YEAR 2162: The world changed. Heaven no longer guides. Hell no longer punishes. And judgment... is not yet over.
The story of the one who threatens heaven and hell... has begun...