The Rise of Nix
Prelude

In the beginning, before humans and planet earth, the unending void of the universe remained silent. The vast cosmos sent a flare of power as a historical event occurred. The Big Bang. Sharts of energy shot from the incredible explosion, with considerable powers heading out independently. Hundreds of years as we know it passed before these energies transformed. Each began to shape and mold, growing more potent over time. Before long, and thanks to their perfect environment, souls began appearing. Earlier civilizations called them Gods. As they reached their full potential in complete blackness, their energies sought out their counterparts, and the Gods migrated to each other.

A short blissful time was spent together as they mixed with one another, all sharing about what could be. But before long, they became frustrated with each other and their endless void. That is until one of them had an idea, Jupiter. As the most powerful of the group, he suggested they create their own beings in the image they would love to be. The others agreed, and thus the earth was molded within a few thousand years. The planet would be their home, and the inhabitants, humans, their citizens.

Time passed in the glorious union as the Gods lived among their humans, praised upon daily. But being immortal, some gods grew bored with these simple creatures. Bellon, part of the top Gods, decided to have some fun. With the darkness in him, he chose one human, Vladimir, and corrupted his soul with power and darkness. From this, vampires came into existence. Creatures forced to consume the blood of the humans and damned to the night for all eternity.

Angered by the change in the creatures he created, Jupiter asked Neptune for help. The God agreed with Jupiter and suggested they mold their own creature from the humans. And thus, werewolves were created. Powerful to match the vampires, but able to follow the light.

Bellon had heard of this plan, and as revenge, he snuck in a weakness. For werewolves could walk in the sun, they would be bound by the full moon, forced to shift, revealing a weakness their enemies could use. And so creatures began walking side by side with humans, all equal. But with change came fear. Humans outnumbered the beasts, but still, they retaliated. The great war took many lives on both sides, forcing the creatures into hiding. The Gods, of course, did nothing to help their creations; instead, they watched from a distance. As time passed, some of the less powerful Gods created their own species, which was not as powerful but still magical. Soon, different creatures mingled and bred in the shadows, developing even more abnormalities. Humans, by this point, became unaware of the changes, blissfully ignorant of the world around them.

But peace was short-lived, for creatures craved to be in the open, not to hide their identities. Humans began developing mentally as significant structures sprung up, and curiosity gripped the species. Traveling between continents became easier and less dangerous, enabling the supernatural to explore different species. Hate began to spread, which led to death among them. It became clear that the supernaturals would never accept each other, and at the rate they were going, the species would be extinct soon.

The three Gods watched from their towers, unbothered by the mess they created. The less powerful Gods felt remorse for what they did and decided to help. One of those Gods, Deimos, came forth and pleaded to the Gods to do something. We would never know if they were just bored or wanted to help, but they agreed.

A creature had to be molded, one with the power of a God, but not too powerful, and contain the attributes of all creatures. They searched far and wide, knowing the chosen one had to be kind but firm, care for all but could also stand up for the right thing. A human was selected, and she would be gifted powers.

For she would become the first witch.