Notice: This story was not intended to be a history of PMC. I just used a few PMCers because I couldn't be bothered to make my own. And I still haven't found Cyprezz x Paril on the internet.

First, there was color.

From the color arose the high one, Cyprezz idhet Paril, the entwined creators.

From them, order sprung.

Color formed shapes. Space was formed.

The high ones created three lesser beings in their image.

They were the Dehnóir Vlii, Divici, Dinowcookie, and Iilo.

The five were. And existence was.

After and before unquantifiable lengths, the beings created time.

There was music.

At first, the newly formed universe was chaos.

The five Dehnóir wove the threads of time with the fabric of space.

Order arose once more.

The Dehnóir existed and thought for many millenia.

From this thought, the five formed life on many worlds, each far apart from the other.

They watched as life developed.

They watched as civilizations arose.

They watched as they died.

They watched as entire races exterminated themselves.

A great sorrow opened like an enormous black pit in the Dehnóir.

Following this, the five, except the eternally entwined Cyprezz idhet Paril separated and left to the far reaches of the universe.

They vowed to never subject life to the cruelty it had endured before.

The universe, cleansed of life, was empty, a vast barren field.

Chaos always finds ways, however, and through disorder, the seeds of new life began unbeknownst to the Dehnóir.

THis life developed entirely unguided by the hands of the five, a wild abberation from the order that once was.

There was war, and there was strife, but there was also peace and happiness.

Scattered among the stars lay five races that had succeeded in the chaos, the Caprus, Corvi, Pygo, Lapicans, and the D'taar.

Through their efforts, the five learned of science and magic, taught to them by minor entities formed in the chaos.

They used their knowledge to overcome many obstacles, and they reached into space.

Following much searching, the four races found eachother and made peace.

There were minor disagreements and struggles between them, but life was good.

These beings were not the only things that had arisen from the chaos, however.

Through the time in the absence of the Dehnóir, something stirred in the void of space.

Beings of pure malevolence coalesced, and began to attack everything they could find.

All of the five races fought together against the evil beings, except the pacifist D'taar.

For a long while, it seemed as if the opposing forces had reached a horrible stalemate.

Then, the horrific masses swarmed around the world of the D'taar, and in a single burst of evil, destroyed the entire world.

Far away, the Dehnóir felt the agony of the billions of deaths.

The five arose, and were amazed at the beauty of the four races that had arisen from nothingness.

They appeared to the four remaining races and offered their support against the evil forces.

With the aid of the Dehnóir, the surviving races exterminated the invaders, but not without heavy losses.

The Dehnóir vowed never to abandon life again and after some thought chose to patron the species that most fit their beliefs.

Dinowcookie chose the Pygo, Divici the Lapicans, iilo the Caprus, and Cyprezz idhet Paril the Corvi.

At first, this caused some rivalries among the races, but this was settled over the years following their victory.

Over the years, society was rebuilt, relationships and communications reestablished, and peace restored.

Art and pacifism thrived during this era of prosperity.

Such times were not to last, however, as arrogance and disagreements drove people apart over the years.

The nature-loving Caprus were constantly at disagreement with the industrial Pygo and Lapicans.

The Corvi had an air of arrogance because of their being favored by Cyprezz idhet Paril.

Even the Dehnóir themselves begain to isolate themselves from the others and consolidate their contact to their followers.

Interspecies relationships deteriorated, and racism and violence prevailed.

Even the two species that had throughout history cooperated the most, the Pygo and Lapicans, began to discriminate against eachother.

Petty feuds escalated into larger and larger fights, until entire wars broke out.

Their respective Dehnóir patrons supported these arguments, and fought amongst themselves as the four races did.

As the four races fought, their supporting celestials also fought.

Once more, the stars knew grief as the fighting continued to escalate.

This time, however, there was no sense of comraderie between the combatants.

Each race developed progressively more horrific weapons in a massive arms race.

Each race had a terrible fear for the other races.

Isolated from eachother, monstrous tales of the other races arose.

This fear only increased the viciousness of the fighting, as each of the races believed they were fighting some horrible demonspawn.

THe fighting killed people in scores, each death fueling their rage.

The gods wounded eachother endlessly, only to heal themselves and engage in combat once more.

Anyone who expressed sympathy to the other forces was quickly eliminated, as tolerance was entirely unacceptable.

Grief abounded in the decades of war.

After nearly a half-century of fighting, each faction grew increasingly more desperate to win.

Pockets of defectors had arisen faster than the governments could smother them.

One particularly radical group formed of memeberes of each race decided that the only way to end the war was to force every race to feel the same great and horrific pain.

Through stolen technology combined with their own, they created a terrible doomsday weapon of sorts.

It had taken a good few years, and many more lives, and they planned to take many more with their weapon.

They had designed a weapon powerful enough to kill an entire planet.

Through a series of messages, they communicated to the warring factions that they planned to annihilate all sentient life unless the war stopped.

The war didn't stop.

Armed with a superweapon and a small fleet of ships, the defectors swept through space, wiping out planet after planet, starting with the home planets of each race.

When only a few sparsely populated colony planets remained, the defectors sailed their ships far out into space, where they were never seen again.

The Dehnóir were greatly weakened by their fighting, and once more retreated to the far reaches of space.

In their absence, the law and order they had imposed upon the universe warped and deformed, magic ran wild, and science danced intimately with magic.

Life was hard after the now-ancient defectors' imposed apocalypse.

Living conditions were often miserable and dangerous to those without experience.

New ideas and technologies were formed, and relations between people were decent enough.

Progress was slow, however, and some groups hung onto the past in exclusive and often violent pockets devoted to preserving pre-apocalypse life.

Despite the hardships and chaos, people managed to survive.

THere were often threats, and there were also people there that were willing to face them.

Some of these people became heroes, others villains, and more faded into a morally ambiguous position.

Few of these people were remembered for long, and many didn't care.

Still, there were those whose feats were great enough that their names were remembered for generations to come.

And as long as people like that existed, hope for life in the universe remained.
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