Mythology of Darkside

Long ago, large wars were fought amongst the strongest of the species, The Clan of Moon, the Tribe of Sun, the Children of Stars, and the People of Nature. There was no true victor, no matter the amount of damage wrecked upon the world. Dark beings arose, awakened form their slumbers, from the caves and dells where they had rested, chained by the Five Gods of Magyck. Nightmares and chaos spread across the Lands, and Aether, the All-God, demanded that something must be done. The Five Gods of Magyck; Aqua, Terro, Ignitio, Venu, and Spira, decreed that the war was to end, at all costs. So out of desperation, the Sixth and Seventh Gods of Magyck, Lugh and Dranon, were made, from the Aether that had birthed all of them.
But all did not go according to plan, for Lugh and Dranon, though they were brothers, did not get along, since their nature's were opposite. The Fifth God, Spiral, tried to subvert them under her control, as the other Four were, but to no avail. The created did not obey the creator. And the demons and monsters that the magycks of the Species set loose, were destroying the fabric of Gaia slowly and surely.
The war wasn't always fought between species. At the Advent, the day of the Creation of Lugh and Dranon, the influences of the brother's was spread amongst the inhabitants of Gaia. The Fifth race, a group of wayfaring people from the Next Plane of Existence, were the ones most influenced by the brothers, and fell under the seductive spell that, together yet against each other, they wove. But even the original Four Races fell, and hatred and rage were sown into the battles. Sibling turned on sibling, father on son, and mother on daughter, and the Four Races soon dwindled, from in-fighting, and from the Great War.
The Fifth People, decided that, no matter what, they would stop the war. Gifted with strong magyck, called "tecknomancy" they enslaved the other races, and subjugated them to their will. Half of the Fifth, the Daemons, aided by the dark brother, Dranon, conquered much of the lands of Gaia, and brought them under their sadistic rule. Lugh, disgusted with his brother, sided with the other half, the Celestials, and fought for supremacy.
The Five Gods of Magyck had traded one great war, for another. In desperation, they allied their forces; hidden ranks of the Four races; and launched a counter attack, both in the physical and spiritual realms. Five Gods against Two, Four races against a single, if divided People.
But even then, Victory was not achieved. The Five Gods defeated the Two, and imprisoned them. Stealing their powers, they set the magyck of the Two into two giant shrouds; One to wrap the world in Night, One to warm the world in Day.
The bodies of the fallen Gods are hidden in places unknown, kept there till the end of time. The warring Brother's power was given equal share of the world. But the followers of the Two still waged their holy wars against each other, still enslaved the original Four Races, with no hope in sight. The Five Gods of Magyck departed from the world in despair, leaving to journey deeper into the universe, to build new worlds and new places, leaving their first and marred creation behind.
Except for one. From the blood of the Two, an Eighth being was born. Sharing the bloodlines of all Five Gods, this Goddess, named Aerith, came into existence. Her power, wild and chaotic, became the Wilde Magyck, the power of Nature. Becoming the Patron Goddess of the Insurgents, the hidden rebels of peace, she watched from her palace on high, and waited patiently for her fathers and their siblings to take charge of what they had wrought. But the Five ignore her pleas, instead reveling in their new creations, in their new toys. Their magyck still permeates the air, and their powers are still passed on into the Races of Gaia. But no interest is taken in their first children.
Five hundred years later, she still sits. Anarchy, murder, rapine and slavery hold sway of the entire world. The Insurgents still fight on, secretly from the shadows, waiting for some hope. Their leader, the Demigod Zachariah, fights out of love for the Goddess he has dedicated himself too, all the while looking for a way to end the War.
But so far, no ending has come. The Goddess has yet to choose her Champions. And the people still slave away, to the darkness of the world, of the monsters that had been freed previously. Quickly are they seducing the Fifth Race, the rulers and masters of Gaia, with silent, sweet and seductive overtures.