In the beginning, exist the primordial gods and goddesses, those who do not speak the language known to the Olympians nor known to the beings that come after them, so ancient that it is impossible to pronounce their names.
The Night, the Darkness, the Sky, the Mother Earth, the Daylight...These are the names known to the beings that come after them.
And among them, stands the mightiest of all: he who created the cosmos, the Father Time, whose name is spoken as Chronos. As Chronos and Ananke split the world egg apart, forming the order of sky and land, sprang Gaia and Ouranos, the seat of the mortal beings and the abode of the gods.
Inside the darkness that could not be torn apart; Erebus, the Darkness took the young Night's hand, Nyx, and from their union came forth the Light and the Day, the twin Aether and Hemera.
And countless eons passed; came the era of the Titans' reign.
As it was a prophecy that was bound to happen, the era of Titans' reign came to an end. The youngest yet the most ambitious of them all, Cronus, whose rule was over the months and seasons was imprisoned in Tartarus where he was drunk on honey, to dream and to prophecy, chained for all eternity.
Time lapsed as it should be, and came the era of Twelve Olympians.
However, the reign over the sky and being the chief of all gods wasn't enough for Zeus.
And he declared war. His foes, as they were, the Twelve Titans, his ancestors and the primordial beings; going as far to oppose mortals that dare to cross him.
And thus, this vicious cycle of sacrifice, love, death and reincarnation begins.