One year ago this very day, they came. Those fiends, those cursed Asmodians. They appeared from nowhere, leaping through one of our portals only a few moments after our legionnaires had left. The cowards. They butchered us where we stood, and though our bravest tried their hardest to resist their attacks, what real hope did they have against these immortals? I ran. I have no shame in saying it, I ran and hid while the Asmodian invaders slew my friends, neighbors, and entire family.
Someone needs to remember acts like these, for it is through these actions that a rational being can see which of our people are honorable, and which are wicked. I fled and hid, and when I returned to my settlement, I helped bury the dead. “Why?” I asked. “Why would someone do this?” It was then that I realized how little I knew of the history of our planet. I started to research what happened so many years ago that would result in the Elyos being at war with those we once considered brothers. Within these pages you will read all that I have come to learn about Atreia, those of us who once lived, and those of us who still live on these sacred lands.
Are we an arrogant people? Perhaps. I have seen arrogance amongst the Elyos just as I have seen warmth and generosity. The Asmodians though, I have seen them with my own eyes, and they have made me taste my own blood. Is it not obvious that those creatures, now twisted into such vile monsters, have been cursed by Aion? Isn’t it possible that we Elyos are blessed? Are we a reflection of the lands in which we have survived, and lived, or are they a reflection of us? For the life of me, I do not know.
My name is Rafaela, and I have detailed my research below. I can only hope that you find my notes useful and that they can somehow aid you in ridding this beautiful, broken world of the Asmodians that now infest it.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Elyos Chapter 1
Millennia ago, our god, Aion, created Atreia, and filled it with life and color. Aion also created the Tower of Eternity to span the inner core of our world and imbued it with Aether, his own life essence. Humans lived on Atreia as one people. We were not divided into Elyos and Asmodians. Our world was a bountiful home illuminated only by the soft, gentle glow of the Tower. The Tower nurtured us, gave us hope, and supported us in every way.
We, in turn, were fully subservient to our god. There is no shame in this. We know this through not only stories and tales passed down through generations, but also from various artifacts and inscriptions that our archaeologists have found at dig sites throughout Elysea.
The reason why Aion created this world remains a mystery. We do know that our god had a monumental challenge in store for us. He summoned us forth into existence in order to battle a terrible monstrosity that he had unleashed on the world.
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At the time when Aion created humans, the Drakan ruled the world. These beasts were appalling to behold. Our oldest folk tales concern them. At night, we still tell misbehaving children of their furious anger and thirst for blood. The ancient humans quickly learned that it was no use fighting them. Their only hope was to hide, something that they soon became quite good at. Still the Drakan killed thousands of our kind, and they obliterated entire races of creatures, wiping them out under their relentless onslaught. The Drakan enslaved the Mau and the Krall, keeping them alive only so that their brute strength could be used against other enemies of the Drakan.
These Drakan, originally sent by Aion to watch over Atreia, quickly become confident as their numbers swelled. As their greed for power grew, they forgot their mission--and their respect for their god. We are not sure how, but something changed in the Drakan. They became more organized, and a few of their number gained dominance over the others. Many scholars now suspect that the Drakan gained access to some source of power from beyond Aion, or even from beyond our world entirely. We later learned these Drakan called the event their "awakening." It was around this time that their new masters, the five Dragon Lords, renamed themselves and their kin with the term that we still use today: the Balaur.
The first time our ancestors saw the Balaur, they thought the Balaur were a new species, such was the difference in physical appearance and ability from the Drakan. It was only after the first Balaur assaults that our ancestors recognized the sheer brutality of the Balaur attacks and their unrelenting desire to extinguish life. Then the truth dawned on our ancestors. It seemed that such power could only have come with a blessing from Aion, but how could our beleaguered ancestors square that with the way in which the Balaur were ruthlessly wiping race after race from the face of Atreia?
Eventually, in a terrifying act of hubris, the Balaur turned on their god. They rallied their more warlike subjects and threatened the Tower of Eternity itself.
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Our ancestors were brave and stood united in defense of the Tower and the god that they had come to love. However, the Balaur tore through our ancestors' ranks with brute force, slaughtering thousands where they stood. In a desperate move, Aion decided that the humans needed a powerful force to counter the Balaur, and imbued twelve of the most devoted humans with his own life force, Aether, creating the Empyrean Lords.
Aion tasked these powerful guardians with reining in the marauding Balaur and restoring order to Atreia. Because the Balaur drew their power from outside our world, Aion's Aetheric energy was anathema to them. Aion created a protective Aetheric Field around the Tower to shield it from the Balaur. It allowed the remaining humans slowly to slowly restore some semblance of civilization within its boundary.
Thus began the Millennium War, during which the lands and creatures outside the Aetheric Field burned as the Balaur took out their frustrations on anything that dared show even the slightest resistance. Our people prospered as the Empyrean Lords bravely fought the Balaur.
During this time, some humans became capable of using the Aether in similar ways to the Empyrean Lords. These individuals were known as Daevas. The Daevas' Aetheric abilities grew, and they unlocked great power within themselves. They became almost demigods and were instrumental in our fortunes as a race and in the war. Their ability to fly led many of us to believe they were angels sent by Aion to bring order and stability to our world. I, myself, am a Daeva who ascended right at the end of the Millennium War.
The war raged for years. While one side would occasionally gain the upper hand, the contest was finely balanced. If either side were to claim victory, the cost to its own people would be almost unbearable.
Afraid of continuing this crippling and demoralizing war, some of our Empyrean Lords started looking at other ways to end this struggle.
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Of all the Empyrean Lords, the one who communicated most frequently to us, the people, was a beautiful figure named Ariel. On one of her first evenings on Atreia, Ariel came down from the Tower of Eternity and spoke with us around a campfire. By all accounts, she was patient and caring, and she told us everything that we needed to hear. The Balaur, mighty and terrifying as they were, would not dare cross the boundaries of the Aetheric Field. For the first time in many, many years, we were safe. We still have the stone carving depicting that evening, showing this great female figure with open arms, watching us weep tears of joy and relief, as we celebrated for the first time in many, many years.
I tell you of Ariel now, because it was she who first recognized the wisdom in Lord Israphel's unexpected proposal that a negotiated peace was the only option to end the war. It was she who had the foresight to know that victory, if possible at all, would come at a price we would regret. It was she who was brave enough to confront her fellow Empyrean Lords and condemn their thirst for endless battle as the vainglorious, stubborn notion it truly was.
She echoed Israphel's view that, if we were still trapped in this same war after one thousand years, what guarantee would we have that this war wouldn't still be raging after two, three, or ten thousand years? Ariel saw, as Israphel had seen, that by continuing this exhausting war, we risked losing more than mere numbers. We would lose the one thing that elevated us above the Balaur and the other ferocious beasts within our world: our humanity. It was well known that Israphel detested the Balaur more than anything. If he could overcome his loathing in the name of peace, then everyone could--should--follow his example.
While we have no records of what exactly was said between the Empyrean Lords in the wake of Israphel's announcement, we know there was a dispute between Ariel and some of the more martial Empyrean Lords. The decision to seek peace was opposed, and for the first time, a rift appeared in the united front of humankind.
Even the warmongers and gloryhounds, rant and froth as they did, could not deny the authority of Israphel and Siel acting in concert as Guardians of the Tower. Lady Ariel and the four blessed Lords who took her side argued for many long hours, but it was Lady Siel's agreement that sealed the issue. The Guardians had spoken: There would be peace.
We rejoiced. How could we not? The bombastic wrath of Lord Azphel and his underlings in response to the decision for peace was just so much sound and fury, the petulance of children denied. As his followers broke off and winged their way into the cold night, no one doubted that they would be back eventually after their tempers had cooled. The path was clearly laid before us now, and none would dare to rebel.
Ariel led her faithful followers in a song of praise and thanks to Aion, and for the first time in many, many centuries, we dared to hope.
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The morning of the peace conference dawned. We awoke to find the five Dragon Lords, leaders of the Balaur, standing alone outside the Aetheric Field. The drawings we have of the day show them to be huge creatures, much larger than the other Balaur.
Siel and Israphel, the two Empyrean Lords charged with protecting the Tower itself, lowered the Aetheric Field and invited the Dragon Lords inside the Tower for negotiations. The Dragon Lords could have destroyed us, and yet they chose not to, instead walking peacefully through their settlements and into the Tower. Perhaps my people had gained the respect of the Balaur through our resilience and determination, and perhaps the trust that Ariel and we had placed in the Balaur was justified. Azphel and his cronies we present, and their faces showed their anger and displeasure. The peace conference began, and for a short time, negotiations progressed well.
In a moment's breath, that changed.
We still speak of the events that followed that day, of the sudden shouts of panic. A sickening certainty gripped us that the warmongers had decided that they would have their way even if they had to sacrifice all of Atreia to achieve it. Azphel moved swiftly and suddenly, and one of the Dragon Lords collapsed. The Balaur did not waste time with words. In an instant, carnage and chaos reigned.
The Balaur's hatred toward our people and the Tower of Eternity redoubled, and they hacked their way past us to where they could do the most damage to the Tower. The walls of the Tower shivered and cracked, falling away in titanic shards.
Ariel wept as she strove to hold the Tower of Eternity intact. Aion sent her to its southern base, along with all of her attendant Lords, to lend her energy to the Tower, to try to hold it fast. She was now all that stood between Atreia and destruction. Azphel and his group, sent northward with the same purpose, were no doubt too incited with bloodthirst at the sudden resumption of hostilities to do their duty and hold the Tower intact.
Despite Ariel's efforts, the Lords failed. The Tower gave a mighty groan, buckled, and shattered into many pieces.
An unspeakable fear gripped us when the great Tower that spanned the interior of Atreia suddenly shifted and cracked. Thousands ran for their lives, chaos in their wake.
Realizing that Atreia itself was dying, Siel and Israphel came up with a desperate plan. They would drain their bodies of Aether, and use it to shore up the Aetheric Field long enough for our people to get to safety.
Millions died in this event that we now call the Cataclysm. As the debris settled, we could see what had happened to our beautiful world: The Tower of Eternity was shattered, and our world was torn in two.
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I am one of the Elyos, the people who found themselves on the lower half of Atreia. We named our land Elysea. At first, our eyes burned under the light of our nearby star, so fierce compared to the cool, calm glow that had once emanated from the Tower. We soon adapted, though, and found ourselves celebrating the newfound world on which we lived. Our people could look skyward and see the darkened remains of upper Atreia, spinning slowly as it grasped desperately toward our glorious sanctuary.
The light from our new star was magnificent. As it turned our once meager fields into bountiful pastures, it also transformed us into beautiful beings. Elyos' skin glowed with vigor, and Elyos' hearts beat strong and sure. Soon we had found our feet. Some folk quickly resolved that Aion had meant for this to happen. We were the Elyos, Aion's chosen few, and our god had delivered us to paradise! Not even the Balaur could reach this new blessed land. We learned from Ariel that the Balaur had been banished by Siel and Israphel to an unknown void just before those noble Daevas sacrificed themselves during the Cataclysm.
The five Empyrean Lords who were sent to us by Siel and Israphel took us under their wing, renaming themselves the Seraphim Lords. Our Seraphim Lords told us of their struggle, and how the other five Empyrean Lords had provoked and insulted the Balaur, goading them into further conflict. Our world, once so stable and harmonious, was rent in two because of the actions of the other four Empyrean lords and their cursed leader, Azphel.
We began rebuilding our lives. We erect a wondrous new city, a glorious creation fitting for our world and our Lords, and named it Sanctum. We swore to protect our new home, and our Seraphim Lords appointed the strongest Daevas as guardians over it.
Many hundreds of years passed in this manner. We were at peace, and we prospered as best we could.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Elyos Chapter 7
All that remained of our great Tower of Eternity following the Cataclysm were the two stumps, one on our world, and the other still visible on Atreia's upper half. The majority of the Tower had been destroyed. Its remains were scattered over the two halves of our world.
One day, however, the earth around these shattered remains began to shift, and slowly the fragments levitated themselves into the air. We sent our bravest Guardians to investigate the phenomenon, and they discovered portals near the remains leading to a bizarre realm where Aether flowed like water and huge chunks of the Tower floated like islands in an Aetheric ocean.
We called this world the Abyss, and slowly our Daevas ventured forth, exploring this new and volatile environment. They found a world rich in Aether and full of ruins from ancient Atreia that had been considered long lost. Many Daevas disappeared while exploring, though. These portals were unstable, and once they closed, they remained shut, stranding anyone who had gone through.
One day, a portal larger and more stable than the others seen before opened. A Guardian by the name of Deltras and his Legion entered it. On the other side of the portal, he found something astounding. His Legion found itself in the upper half of Atreia! When he and his Legion looked up at the sky, they saw not the shaded stump of the Tower and the gloomy upper half of Atreia, but instead their own world of Elysea bathed in warm sunlight.
They moved on slowly and nervously, carefully exploring the strange land that once was part of their home. It was now a dark and foreboding place, full of whispers and fleeting shadows. They discovered the Asmodians, men and women who were once our kin, but who had been twisted into bestial creatures. Even worse, the region Elras's Legion had stumbled into was ruled by one of the murderous Shedim Lords, a cruel being named Zikel.
As Elyos Daevas, Elras and his Legion could not see well in this newfound depth of darkness. Zikel and his clawed followers soon captured the curious Elyos Daevas. Zikel, whom we had once revered alongside the mighty Ariel, threw Deltras to the ground, demanding he curse the Seraphim Lords for their weakness. Deltras, brave, true, and noble as he always was, upheld the pride of the Lords of the Elyos. He refused to curse the Seraphim Lords, and instead cursed haughty Zikel to his face.
The Asmodians attacked. Those of us who were waiting on the other side of the portal tell us that only two of our Daevas returned, bloodied and injured.
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We were stunned. Stunned that anyone had managed to survive on that desolate, frozen wasteland above us, and stunned at what these Asmodians had become. We mobilized our Legions quickly and prepared for war.
Aion had a further test for our resolve, though. Another stable portal opened, and from it spewed a horror we hoped to never see again: the Balaur. The Balaur regrouped their forces quickly, summoning the Krall and Mau back to their side and forcing other weaker races into submission. Their fury was greater than ever before, and it was us who now bore the brunt of their anger.
Our world, this land in which we live, was given the slightest and most fragile of lifelines by the sacrifice of Siel and Israphel. We believed that this lifeline would sustain us, and would eventually allow us the opportunity to savor our victory over the Asmodian fiends that once dared to call us kin. This naïve hope, though, evaporated like a wisp of steam when we learned, completely by accident, something terrifying.
Atreia is dying. Our world bleeds Aether continually through the Abyss. Unless this bleeding is stemmed, then Atreia's Aetheric life source will be exhausted. Our world, held together by Siel and Israphel's final sacrificial act, will fall apart. The empty halves that once made this great planet will drift through space--cold and empty forever. All that lives here will be extinguished in the blink of an eye, and all that we have achieved, all that we have worked for, will be lost.
Panicked, our priests and our theorists began researching possible solutions--and we found one.
The Abyss is an echo of the great Tower of Eternity that once stood in the midst of our world. It exists only because of the immense arcane forces that still resonate between the two Tower stumps. It is a field of unnatural energy like that which would arise between the poles of a titanic magnet. Were we to destroy the Asmodian Tower of Darkness, that field would collapse, closing the Abyss forever.
When we destroy the Tower of Darknesss, not only would we finally rid this world of the existance of the dark and ugly Asmodian taint, we save our world from destruction, and deliver our people to the eternal paradise granted to us by Aion!
This quest is our final test, our final hurdle before we are able to reap our reward. We must destroy the Asmodians and their pathetic land. We must save Atreia.
—Rafaela Semperti
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
Aion The Book of The Asmodians
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 1
Before my time, Atreia was full of green lands and bountiful pastures. It was a world in which the ancient humans prospered and lived happily with their families. There were no Elyos or Asmodians, just one united human race. Atreia was one, was whole. There was no divide, not between our worlds, nor among our people.
By all accounts, our ancestors were content while countless years passed. The ancients were bafflingly blithe about their good fortune and did not celebrate the paradise that they lived in. Perhaps they took their lot for granted. Only through the benefit of hindsight do we really understand those treasures that we once had. Perhaps even the wasteland that we now call home is a paradise compared to some other land, though I find it difficult to imagine a place more trying than this.
The glory of ancient Atreia was fleeting. Little did our ancestors imagine the sleeping horror that would soon bare its vicious teeth and attack.
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The slumbering horrors, the nightmares I spoke of, were the Drakan. Aion created the Drakan to rule the world. They were terrifying to behold. Our people's makeshift weapons were useless against their toughened hides. Worse still, they could spread their wings and take to the skies at a moment's notice, rendering our meager defenses ineffective in a heartbeat. Our people learned to hide from them in order to survive, for without a natural predator to challenge them, the number of Drakan and their confidence grew.
The Drakan's desire for power was insatiable. Entire species withered and died under their fury. They left little in their wake but charred and ruined lands. Worse, they were not only power-hungry and rapacious, they were cunning. After seeing the warlike tendencies of the Krall and the Mau, the Drakan did not destroy those races, but subjugated their remaining numbers, saving them only after they had sworn eternal allegiance to the Drakan.
Around the time of that subjugation, some Drakan underwent a transformation: They grew larger, stronger, and more intelligent than their peers. The first of these creatures, the five largest and most powerful, took command of the rest, becoming the Dragon Lords.
These five Dragon Lords quickly reorganized their forces, established military ranks throughout their society, and renamed their people "the Balaur." They attacked with renewed vigor, devastating the few remaining groups who dared resist.
Still they were not satisfied, and in seeking more powerful opponents, they turned their attention to their creator and demanded the same powers that Aion wielded. When the god refused, the Balaur, blinded with rage and driven by greed, turned on him, and gathered their forces for an attack on the great Tower of Eternity.
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In retaliation for the disobedience of his Balaur subjects, Aion created the twelve Empyrean Lords by imbuing humans with his own Aetheric energy. These twelve possessed beauty and strength far beyond anything seen before in Atreia, and thanks to their Aether-induced powers, they could take flight like the Balaur. Aion rewarded our faith and our devotion to Atreia: The Empyrean Lords were lifted up from among our number to save our world.
The inevitable battle between the Balaur and the Empyrean Lords and their cohorts soon drew out into a long and bloody war. The forces of the Empyrean Lords found sanctuary near the Tower of Eternity, inside the Aetheric Field that Aion created for us. However, the Field was small, and the land outside its boundaries remained under Balaur control.
The Balaur now drew their power from some source beyond Atreia that we could not comprehend, and Aion's Aether weakened them. Outside the Aetheric Field, however, the Empyrean Lords were vulnerable. Once the Balaur realized this, they lined up innocent creatures just outside its boundary and butchered them in an attempt to lure our Lords outside. These depraved actions only solidified our hatred for them.
This era was the time known as the Millennium War, a time in which humans prospered once again under the protective wings of our Empyrean Lords. I was born during the Millennium War. While I grew into a young man, I discovered that Aether responded to me, and I to it, and soon the Daevas noticed my talents. These Daevas were human at birth, but they possessed an innate ability to manipulate the Aether, just as the Empyrean Lords did. I became a Daeva and was ushered into their ranks. They mentored me.
Slowly I learned to master Daevic abilities. While I could only chill the air around me at first, within months I could freeze opponents in place and summon balls of fire to engulf the Balaur. I was revered like a god, and those who had once held me close now placed me on a mighty pedestal. The fact that I, the son of a simple farmer, could cause suffering to the Balaur was intoxicating. This ability was a blessing from Aion that I could never hope to repay.
Soon the number of Daevas swelled enough for our Empyrean Lords to mobilize us into a fighting force. I joined a Legion and progressed quickly through the ranks, leaving my child, an infant boy named Phalaris, behind.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 4
I excelled as a sorcerer, and within the year, I was granted control of a Legion. My Legion fought fiercely, and we were often in harm's way while striking against the Balaur, though our Empyrean Lords were careful to protect us. Our skills and tactics improved, and eventually we could kill the younger, more foolish dragons before we were forced to retreat behind the Aetheric Field.
Then the day that staggered us all dawned.
Lord Israphel, one of the two Guardians of the Tower of Eternity--Lord Israphel, who despised the Balaur like no other--declared that we should make peace with the Dragon Lords. The purpose of the Millennium War, he reasoned, was not to annihilate the Balaur. It was to protect Aion.
I was astonished--astonished that one of our saviors had lost his resolve so easily, astonished that his courage and fierce determination had slipped so--so suddenly. At first, the Empyrean Lords were shocked and concerned. The mere prospect of peace was unthinkable. We were all of one mind: Israphel's proposal was absurd.
Shortly, however, the weaker Lords showed that they had never had the stomach for the fight. Lady Ariel capitulated first. With honeyed words, she spoke of Israphel's wisdom, his forethought, his bravery--bravery!--in daring to propose peace. She had the audacity to tell us how we, as Daevas, should think and act.
How quickly she and her followers forgot the sacrifices of a thousand years. What meager value they placed upon the shed blood of so many of our kin.
Others of the Lords still had true steel in their spirits. I had grown to know some of our Lords, and the one with whom I worked best was the great and dignified Lord Azphel. His resolve was always strong, and it was on his missions that we had the most success. His skill and his determination were an inspiration to many of us, so when Ariel's insipid pleading began to sway some, and I saw the grimace on Azphel's face, I knew where my own allegiance lay. Lord Azphel stood to speak, and we stood with him. He berated Ariel for her disdain for the honored dead, and he blasted the peace initiative as a naive and misguided waste of time.
The hall erupted with fury. The words still ring in my memory--the roaring, the confusion, the hateful accusations. Each side railed against the other. I saw Israphel pull Lady Siel to one side and speak impassioned words to her. When he returned to address the group, he continued to insist that we could defend Aion by working toward peace. To my horror, Lady Siel was nodding as if his words might hold merit.
To preserve some fragment of concord, all of us agreed to depart and leave the twelve Empyrean Lords to their discussion. I left with my comrades-in-arms, those who supported Lord Azphel, but others slunk off in the company of their fellow cowards. Already we were dividing into separate camps: those who we sided with the worthy or those who clung to the weak.
We waited patiently for the outcome of the discussion of the Empyrean Lords that night. I recall looking across our world, seeing plumes of fire burning in the distance, and knowing that there could never be peace between Daevas and Balaur. I thought back and remembered the decades of perpetual fighting, remembered those dark soulless eyes, unblinking and unrelenting, as they massacred my friends and my family for no better reason than a desire for domination.
I was sure that Siel would reject Israphel's proposal. I knew that Azphel would argue his case, our case, and that the others, even Lady Ariel, would see sense and agree. Yet when the Empyrean Lords emerged, the decision they had made shook me to the core and left my Legion reeling. Lady Siel had succumbed.
For all our protests, she and Israphel, as Guardians of the Tower, held supreme authority over the twelve. The decision was final. We were to treat with the Balaur. I heard Ariel's voice raised in jubilant triumph, and the sound of her four cohorts singing an inane chant of peace.
Azphel left, his face carved of pure fury. I took flight after him, with many of my fellow Daevas in tow.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 5
Within days, the misguided peace conference began. As a mark of respect, the Empyrean Lords invited the Dragon Lords to enter the Tower of Eternity for the negotiations. The Aetheric Field was lowered to allow them to go inside. During those moments after the Field was down, time slowed to a crawl, a lifetime passed in the space of a few minutes for me.
I saw the mistrust and anger that I felt in my fellow legionaries as the Balaur walked into the Tower. How could our Lords' convictions have been so weak as to let these beasts, who wanted us to kneel before them even now, negotiate with us? I turned to my most trusted centurion to speak with him, in that moment, everything changed. The crowd shouted and milled about in startled confusion. One of the Balaur had fallen, and Lord Azphel was standing ready to fight, his eyes blazing.
The Balaur attacked. We screamed for Siel and Israphel to raise the Aetheric Field once again, but for the second time, they failed us. They were overwhelmed and distracted in the tumult, and they did not act in concert to defend the Tower. Under the Balaur's raging claws and weapons, the Tower began to splinter and fragment.
Israphel's tortured face, wracked with guilt, is seared in my memory as he directed Lord Azphel and all his Daeva Legions to the north, while Siel marshaled Ariel and hers to the south. Only one hope remained. Working in two groups, one at each end of the Tower, the Empyrean Lords would do all in their power to prevent the Tower's collapse.
With the steel of our spirit, the very iron of our will, we held fast. Those in the south did not.
Our world was plunged into darkness as the Tower's light was snuffed out. People screamed and ran in all directions.
I remember that moment as though it were yesterday. I remember looking up and watching shards of the Tower snap and fall, illuminated only by the flickering light of the great structure. I stood rooted to the spot as a huge fragment splintered from the Tower and fell toward me. I remember that day well. It was the day I found the other gift that being a Daeva grants me: immortality.
I awoke, gazed across our great world, and saw Atreia shattered into two halves. The lower half was bathed in bright, fierce light. Our half was plunged into icy darkness.
The peace conference was over.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 6
Slowly our eyes adjusted, and we found each other. Our people were distraught, terrified. No one knew how we had survived. I told everyone to make camp and stay warm, and I then set off toward the stump that had once been the Tower.
There I found the five Empyrean Lords who had been sent to the north to protect Aion and hold the Tower. These steadfast five, who we renamed the Shedim Lords, were still alive. They traveled to our camp and explained, as best they could, what had happened. They told us that our world had changed forever. The cost of the ill-advised peace attempt was millions of lives. Siel and Israphel, the two Guardians of the Tower, had sacrificed themselves so that we might live. In life, they had committed a great folly, but their deaths had not been without honor.We honored them in with respectful silence.
We knew that we had to work quickly if we wanted to avoid further losses. We constructed a huge fire as a beacon to other survivors. Over the next few days, thousands flocked to us, battered, bruised, and demoralized. I was fortunate enough to find Phalaris, my child, among the survivors, though no one else survived from my settlement that I knew.
Days passed, then weeks. Our world, though shattered, stabilized, and our destiny was once again in our hands. We could no longer feel the presence of our god, and we believed that Aion was lost, along with the Aether that had empowered us. For the first time in many years, I felt vulnerable. I rejected letting fear drive me, and I spoke with Azphel and planned the founding of a new home for us with him.
Hundreds of long years passed, and we changed. We soon stopped needing fires for light and warmth. Our eyes adapted to the darkness, and our bodies grew hardier and resistant to the cold. We built a glorious city and named it Pandaemonium. Our people flourished, adapted, evolved against all odds, always under the direction of our Shedim Lords.
Our skin grew pale in this engulfing darkness, and the hard ground, littered with razor-sharp debris, turned our feet into claws. Our hands acquired talons so that none of our race would ever go unarmed again. Though these changes in our bodies were difficult to accept, they were necessary for our survival. In time, we prided ourselves on our stronger, fiercer forms. Our land became Asmodae, and ourselves, Asmodians.
My son, Phalaris, grew old and died, along with his children, and their children. Such is the life of a Daeva.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 7
During the Cataclsym, shards of the Tower had scattered across Asmodae. One day, we began receiving reports from outlying regions that some of them had begun to emanate light and to levitate into the air. Azphel ordered our strongest Daevas, the Archons--of which I was now one--to investigate.
We left immediately and found a portal that took us to a region located between Asmodae and the lower half of Atreia, an expanse where pillars and islands of rock floated. The Aether that in ancient times had given us our powers was present in abundance. I was heady with relief upon feeling my abilities flood back into me. I returned to Pandaemonium and told our Shedim Lords what we had seen. Azphel immediately ordered other Archons to guard this portal. When I asked the reason why, he did not answer, but rather gazed at the sky, toward the lower half of Atreia.
Two days later while we were planning a second expedition through the portal, the guards, which we had stationed in Morheim, did not report in. Zikel, Lord of Destruction, took the remaining Archons, including me, to search for them.
We hadn't traveled long when we encounterd a group of beings standing their ground, weapons drawn. They said little, but their condescension and judgmental expressions told the whole tale. We soon realized that these beings were the same soft-hearted cretins who had welcomed the Dragon Lords into our Tower during full-scale war. What gall! They judged us for a crime that they, not we, had committed.
Zikel's rage was evident at their presumption. Zikel threw these "Elyos" to the ground, demanding that they disavow Nezakan, the Empyrean Lord they worshiped. Time, Zikel spat, had proven which side was at fault. Would these Elyos acknowledge their Lords' mistake and condemn them for their foolishness?
The Elyos leader, a man named Deltras, refused. With the pride that is the taint of all the Elyos, he piously refused to acknowledge the fault of or blame his Lords. Instead, he cursed Zikel. Both sides drew their swords, and we charged, cutting the Elyos down like the cowards that they were. Some of their numbers escaped, but most fled toward our home city where in their anger they butchered our women and children before we finished them. Two ran back to their homeland, bloodied but not vanquished. Not yet.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 8
We returned to Pandaemonium that day and began gathering our forces for battle against these Elyos. The next day we met with them in combat again, and full-scale war broke out between our people.
Shortly after the war began, the Balaur, long exiled in some strange dimension beyond Atreia, found a way out of their prison to enter the Abyss, though for now they are still unable to cross into Asmodae. Their thirst for blood is just as insatiable as in ancient time. With their old allies by their side again, their power is considerable.
And now yet another immediate and urgent threat faces us. We have discovered that our planet is hemorrhaging Aether. We spent many months searching for the source of this bleed, probing throughout the Abyss and Asmodae. In the end, we found it was right in front of us.
It's the two stumps of the Tower. A mighty resonance still exists between them, vibrating invisibly between the two halves of our sundered world. As an echo of the lost Tower of Eternity, they cry out to each other across the void. This reverberation has created the Abyss.
The Abyss absorbs Aether, drains it away like water pouring into a crevasse. Aether is spread thinner and thinner each minute of each day. Soon this Aetheric leeching will affect our Daevas and our planet. Atreia is held together by the Aetheric ties Siel and Israphel created when they drained their own ethereal bodies of Aether, a process that ended their own lives. Soon the Abyss will weaken these ties, and if they break, our atmosphere will collapse, and everyone on this planet would perish.
There remains one hope. The resonance will cease if only one stump of the Tower survives. Our path is clear: We must destroy the Tower of Light. Then the Aetheric bleed will end, safeguarding the lives of the Asmodian people and simultaneously ending the arrogant tyranny with which the Elyos threaten us.
We will not hesitate. We will not staying our blades. We strike with a brutal and irresistible wave of destruction that will finally rid our home of the arrogant and naïve fools that infest our lands.
Our fate is our own hands. We are Asmodians. We will not fail.
—Kineas, Praefectus Castrorum of the Asmodian Archons
Before my time, Atreia was full of green lands and bountiful pastures. It was a world in which the ancient humans prospered and lived happily with their families. There were no Elyos or Asmodians, just one united human race. Atreia was one, was whole. There was no divide, not between our worlds, nor among our people.
By all accounts, our ancestors were content while countless years passed. The ancients were bafflingly blithe about their good fortune and did not celebrate the paradise that they lived in. Perhaps they took their lot for granted. Only through the benefit of hindsight do we really understand those treasures that we once had. Perhaps even the wasteland that we now call home is a paradise compared to some other land, though I find it difficult to imagine a place more trying than this.
The glory of ancient Atreia was fleeting. Little did our ancestors imagine the sleeping horror that would soon bare its vicious teeth and attack.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 2
The slumbering horrors, the nightmares I spoke of, were the Drakan. Aion created the Drakan to rule the world. They were terrifying to behold. Our people's makeshift weapons were useless against their toughened hides. Worse still, they could spread their wings and take to the skies at a moment's notice, rendering our meager defenses ineffective in a heartbeat. Our people learned to hide from them in order to survive, for without a natural predator to challenge them, the number of Drakan and their confidence grew.
The Drakan's desire for power was insatiable. Entire species withered and died under their fury. They left little in their wake but charred and ruined lands. Worse, they were not only power-hungry and rapacious, they were cunning. After seeing the warlike tendencies of the Krall and the Mau, the Drakan did not destroy those races, but subjugated their remaining numbers, saving them only after they had sworn eternal allegiance to the Drakan.
Around the time of that subjugation, some Drakan underwent a transformation: They grew larger, stronger, and more intelligent than their peers. The first of these creatures, the five largest and most powerful, took command of the rest, becoming the Dragon Lords.
These five Dragon Lords quickly reorganized their forces, established military ranks throughout their society, and renamed their people "the Balaur." They attacked with renewed vigor, devastating the few remaining groups who dared resist.
Still they were not satisfied, and in seeking more powerful opponents, they turned their attention to their creator and demanded the same powers that Aion wielded. When the god refused, the Balaur, blinded with rage and driven by greed, turned on him, and gathered their forces for an attack on the great Tower of Eternity.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 3
In retaliation for the disobedience of his Balaur subjects, Aion created the twelve Empyrean Lords by imbuing humans with his own Aetheric energy. These twelve possessed beauty and strength far beyond anything seen before in Atreia, and thanks to their Aether-induced powers, they could take flight like the Balaur. Aion rewarded our faith and our devotion to Atreia: The Empyrean Lords were lifted up from among our number to save our world.
The inevitable battle between the Balaur and the Empyrean Lords and their cohorts soon drew out into a long and bloody war. The forces of the Empyrean Lords found sanctuary near the Tower of Eternity, inside the Aetheric Field that Aion created for us. However, the Field was small, and the land outside its boundaries remained under Balaur control.
The Balaur now drew their power from some source beyond Atreia that we could not comprehend, and Aion's Aether weakened them. Outside the Aetheric Field, however, the Empyrean Lords were vulnerable. Once the Balaur realized this, they lined up innocent creatures just outside its boundary and butchered them in an attempt to lure our Lords outside. These depraved actions only solidified our hatred for them.
This era was the time known as the Millennium War, a time in which humans prospered once again under the protective wings of our Empyrean Lords. I was born during the Millennium War. While I grew into a young man, I discovered that Aether responded to me, and I to it, and soon the Daevas noticed my talents. These Daevas were human at birth, but they possessed an innate ability to manipulate the Aether, just as the Empyrean Lords did. I became a Daeva and was ushered into their ranks. They mentored me.
Slowly I learned to master Daevic abilities. While I could only chill the air around me at first, within months I could freeze opponents in place and summon balls of fire to engulf the Balaur. I was revered like a god, and those who had once held me close now placed me on a mighty pedestal. The fact that I, the son of a simple farmer, could cause suffering to the Balaur was intoxicating. This ability was a blessing from Aion that I could never hope to repay.
Soon the number of Daevas swelled enough for our Empyrean Lords to mobilize us into a fighting force. I joined a Legion and progressed quickly through the ranks, leaving my child, an infant boy named Phalaris, behind.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 4
I excelled as a sorcerer, and within the year, I was granted control of a Legion. My Legion fought fiercely, and we were often in harm's way while striking against the Balaur, though our Empyrean Lords were careful to protect us. Our skills and tactics improved, and eventually we could kill the younger, more foolish dragons before we were forced to retreat behind the Aetheric Field.
Then the day that staggered us all dawned.
Lord Israphel, one of the two Guardians of the Tower of Eternity--Lord Israphel, who despised the Balaur like no other--declared that we should make peace with the Dragon Lords. The purpose of the Millennium War, he reasoned, was not to annihilate the Balaur. It was to protect Aion.
I was astonished--astonished that one of our saviors had lost his resolve so easily, astonished that his courage and fierce determination had slipped so--so suddenly. At first, the Empyrean Lords were shocked and concerned. The mere prospect of peace was unthinkable. We were all of one mind: Israphel's proposal was absurd.
Shortly, however, the weaker Lords showed that they had never had the stomach for the fight. Lady Ariel capitulated first. With honeyed words, she spoke of Israphel's wisdom, his forethought, his bravery--bravery!--in daring to propose peace. She had the audacity to tell us how we, as Daevas, should think and act.
How quickly she and her followers forgot the sacrifices of a thousand years. What meager value they placed upon the shed blood of so many of our kin.
Others of the Lords still had true steel in their spirits. I had grown to know some of our Lords, and the one with whom I worked best was the great and dignified Lord Azphel. His resolve was always strong, and it was on his missions that we had the most success. His skill and his determination were an inspiration to many of us, so when Ariel's insipid pleading began to sway some, and I saw the grimace on Azphel's face, I knew where my own allegiance lay. Lord Azphel stood to speak, and we stood with him. He berated Ariel for her disdain for the honored dead, and he blasted the peace initiative as a naive and misguided waste of time.
The hall erupted with fury. The words still ring in my memory--the roaring, the confusion, the hateful accusations. Each side railed against the other. I saw Israphel pull Lady Siel to one side and speak impassioned words to her. When he returned to address the group, he continued to insist that we could defend Aion by working toward peace. To my horror, Lady Siel was nodding as if his words might hold merit.
To preserve some fragment of concord, all of us agreed to depart and leave the twelve Empyrean Lords to their discussion. I left with my comrades-in-arms, those who supported Lord Azphel, but others slunk off in the company of their fellow cowards. Already we were dividing into separate camps: those who we sided with the worthy or those who clung to the weak.
We waited patiently for the outcome of the discussion of the Empyrean Lords that night. I recall looking across our world, seeing plumes of fire burning in the distance, and knowing that there could never be peace between Daevas and Balaur. I thought back and remembered the decades of perpetual fighting, remembered those dark soulless eyes, unblinking and unrelenting, as they massacred my friends and my family for no better reason than a desire for domination.
I was sure that Siel would reject Israphel's proposal. I knew that Azphel would argue his case, our case, and that the others, even Lady Ariel, would see sense and agree. Yet when the Empyrean Lords emerged, the decision they had made shook me to the core and left my Legion reeling. Lady Siel had succumbed.
For all our protests, she and Israphel, as Guardians of the Tower, held supreme authority over the twelve. The decision was final. We were to treat with the Balaur. I heard Ariel's voice raised in jubilant triumph, and the sound of her four cohorts singing an inane chant of peace.
Azphel left, his face carved of pure fury. I took flight after him, with many of my fellow Daevas in tow.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 5
Within days, the misguided peace conference began. As a mark of respect, the Empyrean Lords invited the Dragon Lords to enter the Tower of Eternity for the negotiations. The Aetheric Field was lowered to allow them to go inside. During those moments after the Field was down, time slowed to a crawl, a lifetime passed in the space of a few minutes for me.
I saw the mistrust and anger that I felt in my fellow legionaries as the Balaur walked into the Tower. How could our Lords' convictions have been so weak as to let these beasts, who wanted us to kneel before them even now, negotiate with us? I turned to my most trusted centurion to speak with him, in that moment, everything changed. The crowd shouted and milled about in startled confusion. One of the Balaur had fallen, and Lord Azphel was standing ready to fight, his eyes blazing.
The Balaur attacked. We screamed for Siel and Israphel to raise the Aetheric Field once again, but for the second time, they failed us. They were overwhelmed and distracted in the tumult, and they did not act in concert to defend the Tower. Under the Balaur's raging claws and weapons, the Tower began to splinter and fragment.
Israphel's tortured face, wracked with guilt, is seared in my memory as he directed Lord Azphel and all his Daeva Legions to the north, while Siel marshaled Ariel and hers to the south. Only one hope remained. Working in two groups, one at each end of the Tower, the Empyrean Lords would do all in their power to prevent the Tower's collapse.
With the steel of our spirit, the very iron of our will, we held fast. Those in the south did not.
Our world was plunged into darkness as the Tower's light was snuffed out. People screamed and ran in all directions.
I remember that moment as though it were yesterday. I remember looking up and watching shards of the Tower snap and fall, illuminated only by the flickering light of the great structure. I stood rooted to the spot as a huge fragment splintered from the Tower and fell toward me. I remember that day well. It was the day I found the other gift that being a Daeva grants me: immortality.
I awoke, gazed across our great world, and saw Atreia shattered into two halves. The lower half was bathed in bright, fierce light. Our half was plunged into icy darkness.
The peace conference was over.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 6
Slowly our eyes adjusted, and we found each other. Our people were distraught, terrified. No one knew how we had survived. I told everyone to make camp and stay warm, and I then set off toward the stump that had once been the Tower.
There I found the five Empyrean Lords who had been sent to the north to protect Aion and hold the Tower. These steadfast five, who we renamed the Shedim Lords, were still alive. They traveled to our camp and explained, as best they could, what had happened. They told us that our world had changed forever. The cost of the ill-advised peace attempt was millions of lives. Siel and Israphel, the two Guardians of the Tower, had sacrificed themselves so that we might live. In life, they had committed a great folly, but their deaths had not been without honor.We honored them in with respectful silence.
We knew that we had to work quickly if we wanted to avoid further losses. We constructed a huge fire as a beacon to other survivors. Over the next few days, thousands flocked to us, battered, bruised, and demoralized. I was fortunate enough to find Phalaris, my child, among the survivors, though no one else survived from my settlement that I knew.
Days passed, then weeks. Our world, though shattered, stabilized, and our destiny was once again in our hands. We could no longer feel the presence of our god, and we believed that Aion was lost, along with the Aether that had empowered us. For the first time in many years, I felt vulnerable. I rejected letting fear drive me, and I spoke with Azphel and planned the founding of a new home for us with him.
Hundreds of long years passed, and we changed. We soon stopped needing fires for light and warmth. Our eyes adapted to the darkness, and our bodies grew hardier and resistant to the cold. We built a glorious city and named it Pandaemonium. Our people flourished, adapted, evolved against all odds, always under the direction of our Shedim Lords.
Our skin grew pale in this engulfing darkness, and the hard ground, littered with razor-sharp debris, turned our feet into claws. Our hands acquired talons so that none of our race would ever go unarmed again. Though these changes in our bodies were difficult to accept, they were necessary for our survival. In time, we prided ourselves on our stronger, fiercer forms. Our land became Asmodae, and ourselves, Asmodians.
My son, Phalaris, grew old and died, along with his children, and their children. Such is the life of a Daeva.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 7
During the Cataclsym, shards of the Tower had scattered across Asmodae. One day, we began receiving reports from outlying regions that some of them had begun to emanate light and to levitate into the air. Azphel ordered our strongest Daevas, the Archons--of which I was now one--to investigate.
We left immediately and found a portal that took us to a region located between Asmodae and the lower half of Atreia, an expanse where pillars and islands of rock floated. The Aether that in ancient times had given us our powers was present in abundance. I was heady with relief upon feeling my abilities flood back into me. I returned to Pandaemonium and told our Shedim Lords what we had seen. Azphel immediately ordered other Archons to guard this portal. When I asked the reason why, he did not answer, but rather gazed at the sky, toward the lower half of Atreia.
Two days later while we were planning a second expedition through the portal, the guards, which we had stationed in Morheim, did not report in. Zikel, Lord of Destruction, took the remaining Archons, including me, to search for them.
We hadn't traveled long when we encounterd a group of beings standing their ground, weapons drawn. They said little, but their condescension and judgmental expressions told the whole tale. We soon realized that these beings were the same soft-hearted cretins who had welcomed the Dragon Lords into our Tower during full-scale war. What gall! They judged us for a crime that they, not we, had committed.
Zikel's rage was evident at their presumption. Zikel threw these "Elyos" to the ground, demanding that they disavow Nezakan, the Empyrean Lord they worshiped. Time, Zikel spat, had proven which side was at fault. Would these Elyos acknowledge their Lords' mistake and condemn them for their foolishness?
The Elyos leader, a man named Deltras, refused. With the pride that is the taint of all the Elyos, he piously refused to acknowledge the fault of or blame his Lords. Instead, he cursed Zikel. Both sides drew their swords, and we charged, cutting the Elyos down like the cowards that they were. Some of their numbers escaped, but most fled toward our home city where in their anger they butchered our women and children before we finished them. Two ran back to their homeland, bloodied but not vanquished. Not yet.
Aion: The Tower of Eternity The Book of the Asmodians Chapter 8
We returned to Pandaemonium that day and began gathering our forces for battle against these Elyos. The next day we met with them in combat again, and full-scale war broke out between our people.
Shortly after the war began, the Balaur, long exiled in some strange dimension beyond Atreia, found a way out of their prison to enter the Abyss, though for now they are still unable to cross into Asmodae. Their thirst for blood is just as insatiable as in ancient time. With their old allies by their side again, their power is considerable.
And now yet another immediate and urgent threat faces us. We have discovered that our planet is hemorrhaging Aether. We spent many months searching for the source of this bleed, probing throughout the Abyss and Asmodae. In the end, we found it was right in front of us.
It's the two stumps of the Tower. A mighty resonance still exists between them, vibrating invisibly between the two halves of our sundered world. As an echo of the lost Tower of Eternity, they cry out to each other across the void. This reverberation has created the Abyss.
The Abyss absorbs Aether, drains it away like water pouring into a crevasse. Aether is spread thinner and thinner each minute of each day. Soon this Aetheric leeching will affect our Daevas and our planet. Atreia is held together by the Aetheric ties Siel and Israphel created when they drained their own ethereal bodies of Aether, a process that ended their own lives. Soon the Abyss will weaken these ties, and if they break, our atmosphere will collapse, and everyone on this planet would perish.
There remains one hope. The resonance will cease if only one stump of the Tower survives. Our path is clear: We must destroy the Tower of Light. Then the Aetheric bleed will end, safeguarding the lives of the Asmodian people and simultaneously ending the arrogant tyranny with which the Elyos threaten us.
We will not hesitate. We will not staying our blades. We strike with a brutal and irresistible wave of destruction that will finally rid our home of the arrogant and naïve fools that infest our lands.
Our fate is our own hands. We are Asmodians. We will not fail.
—Kineas, Praefectus Castrorum of the Asmodian Archons
Aion Lore
The world of Atreia has a reach history and plenty of lore that chronicles the conflict that not only lead to the splitting of the Tower of Eternity but the very conflict between the Elyos and Asmodians as well. Told by the Book of the Elyos and the Book of the Asmodians, the lore tells a story of betrayal, distrust, and great conflict.
The Book of the Elyos
Chronicled by Rafaela, the Book of the Elyos tells the creation of Atreia, the rebellion of the Balaur, and the splitting of the world from the point of view of the followers of the Seraphim Lords. This book looks at the wisdom of their offer of peace, and the banishment of the other Lords to Asmodae, and the return of the Balaur and the Abyss.
The Book of the Asmodians
Chronicled by Kineas, the Book of the Asmodians tells the creation of Atreia, the rebellion of the Balaur, and the splitting of the world from the point of view of the followers of the Shedim Lords. This book looks at the cowardice of the Seraphim Lords in their peace offering, the trials of adapting to the harsh world of Asmodae, and the return of the Balaur and the Abyss.
The Book of the Elyos
Chronicled by Rafaela, the Book of the Elyos tells the creation of Atreia, the rebellion of the Balaur, and the splitting of the world from the point of view of the followers of the Seraphim Lords. This book looks at the wisdom of their offer of peace, and the banishment of the other Lords to Asmodae, and the return of the Balaur and the Abyss.
The Book of the Asmodians
Chronicled by Kineas, the Book of the Asmodians tells the creation of Atreia, the rebellion of the Balaur, and the splitting of the world from the point of view of the followers of the Shedim Lords. This book looks at the cowardice of the Seraphim Lords in their peace offering, the trials of adapting to the harsh world of Asmodae, and the return of the Balaur and the Abyss.
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