Prelude
They always liked being part of a family.
They were so many.
When everything vanished, the four sisters were left alone.
A fallen humanity, a decayed world.
They didn’t want to be alone, so they tried to rebuild the fallen world.
A new creation to live and be worshipped in.
But they had also learned from the previous mistakes. After a life spent observing, forgotten, what their relatives would do.
They built a smaller world, with less land.
They sorted their duties. One would create humans, one demons. One would choose to whom she would give a talent, strong or weak as it was, and one would decide the name of the blessed ones who would guide the people. The names, they decided, would remind of their deceased family members.
Soon they came to realize that, even after every precaution taken and excluded a few exceptions, humans feared the diverse.
The created monsters would be hunted away and forced to find refuge in a land that not even men would lay foot on, subject to hostile atmospheric events.
Even if the monsters managed to create their own empire, their mother was devastated.
Maybe my children are more human than human themselves, she thought. They even had families. They would procreate, feed, and understand their own feelings. They were sentient.
When many of them began growing tired of being mistreated, thirsty for blood and revenge, the Goddess did nothing to stop them from hunting their prey. For the next centuries, the fourth sister only observed those cruel and grotesque scenes as a spectator.
Until they found a solution.
