BEGINNING OF TIME
From the First Book of the Reflection Creed
Vol. I by Egobah Dagodeau, 270 P.F.
“Transcribed in the first volume of the Word of the Argent, this holy text is the foundational doctrine of the Church of the Reflection Creed. It is the story of all that was before, as it was revealed to us through the wisdom of the Argent’s chosen. To the faithful, it is truth. To the heretic, it is myth. To the lost, it is the only light guiding the shadows of doubt.”
And so it was.
Before time was measured, before the stars were placed, before the Weave was spun, there was only the Nexi—formless, infinite, and bound in eternal stillness. They were raw psychic energies, fragments of consciousness adrift in the Neverland, the Void of unreality.
But they were not alone.
A force presided over them, feeding upon their power. This was the Forefiend, the great hunger, the eternal warden of stagnation. It bound the Nine within an infinite loop, consuming their essence, reveling in a cycle that would never cease. The Nexi existed not as individuals, but as threads in a vast tapestry of endless repetition, woven and unraveled by the Forefiend’s will.
And so it was.
Praise the Argent as we falter…
It is not known how the sire, the Forefiend, first came to be, nor why it forged the Nine. This mystery shall remain forever unwritten, a truth hidden even from the Divine Family. What is known is that they were bound to it, and to it they suffered.
Yet all cycles break, and all prisons weaken.
And so it was.
Of the Nine, it was the Tempest, the embodiment of change and chaos, who first rose in fury. He saw the Forefiend’s hunger for what it was—a vampiric malfeasance, a parasite on the divine. He would not stand for it.
With great effort and focus, the Tempest gathered his energies—thunder, fury, chaos. A vortex of conflict, a maelstrom of defiance. His rage ignited the dormant will of another: the Reaper, whose scythe burned with the judgment of an unyielding will. United in purpose, they struck against the Forefiend, shattering the eternal loop.
And so it was.
"In the blink, no shorter; a union of purpose arose;
Set free, the Reaper unshackled and the Tempest flowed.
As the Forefiend sank, wounded, truly alone;
The Reaper and the Tempest broke the unknown.
With great tides of energy, the Nexi rebelled;
In the blink, no shorter; the Forefiend was felled.
Ever vigilant for the demonic echoes that linger;
The balance is held with the Argent’s steadfast finger."
The Forefiend fell, its form shattered by the tempestuous fury of the rebel Nexi. Yet even in its defeat, the echoes of its hunger lingered. The Void stirred, a wound in the fabric of unreality. The Nexi had won, but their victory came at an unimaginable cost.
And so it was.
The fall of the Forefiend ripped open the Void itself. The veil of pre-time was torn irreparably, and the Divine Nine were to be unmade. Even as the Tempest raged and the Reaper’s blade cut reality itself, the world was unraveling.
It was the Veilkeeper, the quietest and most contemplative of the Nexi, who saw the truth before any other. She knew that the Forefiend’s fall would bring ruin unless something new could be woven from the chaos.
While her siblings wielded fury, judgment, and balance, the Veilkeeper sang. Hers was not a song of power, but of harmony, a new force that had not existed before. She reached into the unraveling strands of pre-time and wove them together, creating the first threads of the Weave.
As she sang, the Nexi began to see her vision. One by one, the strands were spun into something new, binding the unraveling Void into a pattern of order and chaos, light and shadow, creation and decay.
The tide of war slowed. The storm dimmed. The fire waned.
And so it was.
In the stillness of that pause, the Argent, first-sire of the creator, saw the truth. The cycle was beyond repair. The balance had tipped. But from its ruin, salvation could rise.
It was the Argent who gave the Weave its first anchor: Time. With sheer ideatic force, the Argent shaped the first creation, the Time Gate, through which the laws of existence could flow.
Through the Gate surged light, sound, force, and emotion, pulled together into a divine crucible. The explosion of all that was—past, present, and future—rippled through the Void. From this act, the Neptaverse was born.
"From the first note came time, from time came light, from light came life.
This was the first song of the Argent, and from its echoes, the Neptaverse was born."
No longer would all things be bound to an infinite loop. No longer would they exist in chaos without consequence. The Argent’s creation birthed the Sacred Geometry of existence—roles for the Divine Nine, the Weave to guide creation, and the foundation upon which all life would stand.
And so it came to be.
Currency of the Gods
Souls are what the Divine value. The devotion of a living soul, grants them Divine Power. In the simplest terms, the emotional energies of devoted souls when praying, echo through the planes. This energy is amassed by the Nexi and redistributed to their Descendants through Divine Magicks.
When a soul passes from its mortal form, it is shifted to the transitory plane of the Ethereal. If it was a devoted soul, the soul will pass onto the plane of the deity that it was pledged. From there, souls are most often re-formed and transitioned back into the Neptaverse for a chance to re-devote themselves. Souls who go undevoted during their mortal lifetimes are transitioned to the Plane of Purgatus. From here they will sit and stir in the Sea of Souls where they may float for time eternal. Particularly bright souls or capable souls willing to bargain may catch the eye of a particular divine capable of bartering for their resurrection.