The Nameless One, the Lord of the Void, the Primordial Nothingness of Existence A ancient entity, born...or more like came into existence from darkest matter. The very material from the nothingness, given form and life. Sentience and power. A God in everyway. With the power to devour all, torment mortals and through torture of mortals, it can collect souls. Bending life and death, without restriction. A wicket, malignant entity, seeing humanity...creation as it food, and amusement. Representing the fear. The tyranny, and divine authority over all mortals, bringing ages of darkness and despair. Eons the Nameless One, primordial master and tyrant of mankind has ruled. Terrorizing it all. Growing in power, as humanity grow in pain, fear, sorrow, and anguish. In rare intenses, taking a vassal to manifest into physical form. Swallowing countless hundreds of thousands, and dragging them into the void to personally torture and kill. But as death is just a nuisance to this God. Those souls that it finds fancy, their pain and anguish is worth more amusement. Better than nourishment. Cause of this...obsession, the action similar to a cat playing with its prey. Has consumed and leading this God, in it's pursue of torment, torture, and amusement. These growing emotions, as well as the drastic increase of humans. The Nameless One, spawned...yes spawned powerful servents. One can say it children, powerful and unmatched. Each representing a aspect of itself, loyal to their creator and lord, earning guardians, enforcers, executioners of humans. Each tasked to rule, a pocket abyssal realm, that resides between the human world and the Void itself. And ever since, the Void and the Guardians, have tormented mankind, without resistance.
Until the Light. The Light gain its own divine sentience. After countless eons, a equal to the Nameless One has emerged. And with it, animosity and eventual war. Between the consuming void, and the virtuous light. Billions of souls, have been slaughtered by this war of two Gods. And their created servents. But even in the most powerful, primordial God, the first to be born of the abyss of nothingness. It was defeated, the Light's children...the Seraphims. Managed to shatter the Nameless One, as death can't touch what command it. Then the Light, scattered those shards across reality. The Guardians fled to their own abyssal realms, taking with them a shard of their master. Losing the battle...but not the war. Ages passed. Humanity belief in the supernatural and divine has all but banished. The original seraphims, forsake their oath. Relinquishing power for a method of mortality, and the Guardians struck. Slaughtering their ancient enemies, one by one. Until only one remained, taking the most important shard with him, the Nameless One's heart. As the time has finally come, the time to ressurect the Forgotten God, the Nameless One.
The Vassal of the Nameless One. Name: Aron Blakthorn Age: 29 Haircolor: Black Hairstyle: Short Eyecolor: Red. Appearance: A young man that wears a burgundy colored long-sleeved shirt, and matching pants, starts normal with the exception that his eyes, have turned blood red. But as his power grows, with each shard, his physical form starts to twist and change. From becoming paler, and paler, black veins and skin-marks begin to spread across his body. Origins: Blakthorn, a young man that suffered a great downfall. After his former best friend...no nemesis, oust him for plagiarism. His entire career as a rising artist, went down the toilet. The once proud family, that raised and taught him, discarded him like thrash. All his money, support, and even his life was over. While stewing and crawling through the street, a rat that hates the world. Is disgusted by the hypocrisy, cruelty, and more. All these emotions, making his soul and body ripe, for someone...something else. As a voice, starts to guide him. Eventually, he managed to break into the sanctum of the Barers of the Forgotten Lore, finding a shard of the Nameless One. The object that was calling to him, and once he swallow the shard. The man once known as Aron, died leaving behind a God in the making. Following the trail of other shards, to increase his power and ascension. Along with seeking a way to bring the Guardians, back to the world. Regaining the world, as the new Primordial God of Nothingness.
The Eleven Guardian Spawns 1.Adamas the Guardian of Fate, the Relic of the Temple that Always Was, the Idol.
2.Nox the Guardian of Pride, the Master of the Perfect Grotto, the Radiant.
3.Trixin the Guardian of Identity, the Wandering Lord of the Manor Karnak, the Shape.
4.Jedah the Guardian of Joy, the Ringmaster of the Eternal Carnival, the Toymaster.
5.Xeed the Guardian of Preservation, the Keeper of the Abundant Forest, the Gardener.
7.Krakkou the Guardian of Hatred, the Beast of the Bloody Meatplant, the Monster.
8.Seirhina the Guardian of Despair, the Dweller of the Black Sea, the Leviathan.
9.Hion the Guardian of Wisdom, the Caretaker of the Abyssal Library, the Eye.
10.Urru the Guardian of Paranoia, the Fiend of the Other, the Formless.
11.Laharl the Guardian of Love, the Dark Prince of the Infernal Asylum, the Demon. These are the Guardians, monsters of untold power, and malice, all created by aspects of collected emotions of the Nameless One. Despite being sealed away from the mortal world, their influence remained. As one of them, managed to whisper sweet words, corrupting the heart of those wicket, and hopeless, forming the groundwork for a ancient, and still standing cult. Know as the Barers of the Forgotten Lore. Those responsible for insuring the groundwork for the Nameless One's ressurection. And the death of ten of eleven seraphims. So even with these God-like monsters, not having a direct interaction with the world of mortals, they are responsible for the downfall of the humans original protectors. As well as preparing for the return of the Dark Times, as they call their ancient rule, from long ago...