Aejeon
High God of Fire; Husband of Anvirthiel, Father of Malovatar (Te Nesavatar), creator of the Black Fire
The birth of their son, Malovatar, was heralded as a sign of divine favor. Here was a child born of fire's might and air's grace, destined for greatness. Aejeon doted on his son, teaching him all the mysteries of flame, blind to the darkness growing in the young god's heart.
"In the first breath of creation, when Te Vevutur shaped the Five from nothing, Aejeon's flame burned brightest - a star given will and purpose."Among the First Hundred, the Eeirendel shaped by Te Vevutur's hand, five were chosen to rule the fundamental forces of existence. Of these, Aejeon emerged as master of fire, his essence burning with such intensity that it illuminated the void before Thianon kindled the sun. His dominion was absolute within his sphere - every flame, from the smallest candle to the mightiest volcano, answered to his will.The Book of First Fire
"We were as brothers then, before ambition poisoned love. Aejeon's laughter would set the heavens ablaze with joy, and his passion ignited the very stuff of creation."In those first ages, Aejeon worked alongside his divine siblings to shape the realms. While Aranon raised mountains and Daeranon filled the seas, Aejeon kindled the fires at the world's heart, forging the very core of Edrion. His greatest work was Malondria, the Realm of Fire, a dimension of pure flame where even gods feared to tread without his blessing. The Golden Age saw Aejeon at the height of his power and wisdom. He taught the first mortals the secret of fire, showed them how to forge metal and cook food. His temples were places of warmth and light, where sacred flames burned eternally. The Galavesi, his chosen people, became master craftsmen under his guidance.From the personal writings of Aranon, High God of Earth
"Each breath of a volcano is Aejeon's sigh, each spark from the anvil his blessing. In the beginning, all fire was sacred."His marriage to Anvirthiel, second of the Four Air Eaters, marked the zenith of his joy. Their union was celebrated across the realms - fire and air joining in perfect harmony. The flames of their passion, it was said, could be seen from distant stars, and their love sparked new forms of creation never seen before.Ancient Galavesi Prayer
"I remember when Malovatar was young, how Aejeon would create dancing flames to amuse him. Such simple joys... how could we know those same hands would one day forge our doom?"During the Age of Shrines, as the divine houses competed for Te Vevutur's favor, Aejeon became increasingly focused on displaying his power. He created ever more elaborate temples and demonstrations of fire's might, pushing the boundaries of his dominion. This competition would plant the seeds of tragedy. It began as research - an attempt to understand fire's fundamental nature. Aejeon believed that by mastering fire's deepest secrets, he could honor Te Vevutur's gift and prove fire's supremacy among the elements. He did not see how his ambition was being subtly guided by his son's growing influence.Memoirs of Beryl, High Goddess of Light
"The road to darkness is paved with noble intentions. Aejeon sought to perfect creation through fire's purifying touch. Instead, he forged the weapon that would nearly destroy it."In his laboratories beneath the Crystal Palace of Fold, Aejeon began experimenting with new forms of flame - fires that burned hotter, burned longer, burned with purposes no natural fire could achieve. He believed he was working toward divine perfection. In truth, he was opening doors that should have remained forever sealed.Chronicles of the First Black Fire War
"He spoke to me of divine fire, of flames that could burn away imperfection itself. Only too late did I realize my father was burning away his own soul."Unknown to Aejeon, Malovatar had discovered an ancient artifact deep within the Void Reaches of Malondria - a sphere of absolute darkness that whispered secrets of anti-creation. While Aejeon pursued his research with pure intentions, his son subtly guided him toward increasingly dangerous experiments, seeding his father's mind with ideas that seemed to spring from divine inspiration. The first successful creation of Black Fire occurred in 7596, during a conjunction of Ganur and Grano. Aejeon believed he had discovered fire's purest form - a flame that could burn away imperfection from creation itself. The reality was far more terrifying. The Black Fire consumed not just matter, but the very laws that governed existence.From the sealed confessions of Malovatar, before his corruption
"I witnessed the first spark of Black Fire. It did not illuminate - it devoured light itself. In that moment, I saw Aejeon's face change. Was it triumph in his eyes, or terror?"The creation of the Celevesi in 7598 marked Aejeon's first major application of the Black Fire. He believed he was elevating his chosen people to new heights of perfection. Instead, he was transforming them into something that should never have existed - elves whose very essence was intertwined with the void. As the power of the Black Fire grew, Aejeon began to experience disturbing visions. He would wake from dreams of cosmic destruction, his mind filled with equations that seemed to describe the unmaking of reality itself. Yet he pressed on, convinced that these were tests from Te Vevutur.Testament of Paerdys, before her fall
"There are nights I still hear his screams echoing through the Crystal Palace. 'It must be perfected!' he would shout. 'The fire must be pure!' But with each experiment, the darkness in his eyes grew deeper."The formation of the Black Fire Generals in 7600 represented both the peak of Aejeon's achievement and the beginning of his downfall. Altabar, Aialgan, Draleba, and Lavos were meant to be masters of this new power, but their creation opened channels through which entities from the Abyss could enter reality. Aejeon's relationship with Anvirthiel began to deteriorate as his obsession grew. She could see the changes in both husband and son, but her warnings went unheeded. The warmth that had once characterized their marriage cooled, replaced by an intensity that burned without giving light.Anonymous servant's account
"Each night fewer stars could be seen from Malondria's highest peaks. We told ourselves it was merely cloud cover, but in our hearts, we knew - the void was growing stronger."The emergence of the Demon Lords in 7601 should have been a warning sign, but Aejeon was too far gone to see it. He interpreted their appearance as validation of his work - proof that the Black Fire could bridge realities and expand the boundaries of creation itself. By 7604, when the Masters of Fire Beasts began creating new races to serve as soldiers, Aejeon had fully embraced the vision of cleansing and remaking the realms. His original quest for perfection had become a crusade for transformation at any cost.Lament of the Galavesi
"Father and son, fire and void, creator and destroyer - in those final days before the war, they became impossible to distinguish. When Aejeon spoke, we heard Malovatar's words. When Malovatar acted, we saw Aejeon's will."Records of the Last Days of Peace
"When the Black Fire first touched the waters of Marenwe, the seas screamed. Not with sound, but with the death-cries of a million years of life. Aejeon heard these screams in his dreams, and they began to drive him mad."The outbreak of open war in 7610 marked the point of no return. As the Black Fire began to spread beyond Malondria's borders, its true nature became impossible to deny. Aejeon watched in growing horror as his creation devoured not just physical matter, but the very fabric of reality itself. The schism within the House of Fire deepened as Aergerus led the Galavesi in rebellion against the corruption. Aejeon's original chosen people, rejecting the path of Black Fire, turned against him. This betrayal struck him deeply, though in his more lucid moments, he began to question whether they were the traitors, or if he had betrayed himself.Testimony of Daeranon, High God of Water
"I saw him standing atop the Crystal Palace, weeping tears of molten gold as the Black Fire consumed another city. 'This isn't what I intended,' he whispered. 'This isn't what it was meant to be.'"By 7613, the weight of his actions had become unbearable. Aejeon fled into the remote regions of the Plane of Malo, pursued by his own nightmares as much as by Thianon's armies. In his exile, he began experiencing visions of every death caused by the Black Fire, every moment of suffering his creation had unleashed. His capture in 7615 came almost as a relief. When Thianon's forces finally found him, he offered no resistance. The Light God's armies found him kneeling in a field of ash, muttering calculations and formulas that seemed to describe the unmaking of existence itself.Hidden writings of the Last Faithful Galavesi
"In his prison cell, Aejeon would trace equations on the walls with his own blood. Not spells of escape, but attempts to understand where his perfect fire had gone so wrong. The guards said his calculations sometimes burned their eyes to look upon."Imprisonment in Nuril-Ambantil brought new torments. The Sanulium prison cut him off from his elemental power, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the endless parade of visions. Time began to fold in on itself in his mind - he lived through every moment of suffering his creation had caused, would cause, could cause across infinite possibilities. The interrogations by the gods of light sought to understand the nature of the Black Fire, hoping to find a way to counter its effects. But Aejeon's answers became increasingly incomprehensible - he spoke of void mathematics and anti-creation theorems that caused his questioners to flee in terror.Records of the Wardens of Icteia
"His eyes... his eyes had seen too much. When he spoke of the Black Fire's true nature, reality itself seemed to shudder. We began to understand that his madness might be the only thing protecting him from worse fates."Each day in his cell lasted an eternity as his divine consciousness, unable to touch fire, turned inward. He began to perceive patterns in the flow of time itself, seeing how the Black Fire was changing not just the present, but the past and future as well. These revelations brought no comfort, only deeper understanding of the catastrophe he had unleashed. In rare moments of clarity, he would beg his captors to end his existence before Malovatar could reach him. He had begun to sense something vast and hungry stirring in the void beyond creation - something that his son's corruption of the Black Fire had attracted. But none who heard these warnings understood their true significance.Confession of Beryl's Chief Interrogator
"There are worse things than death, worse things than divine punishment. In my prison of light, I have seen them stirring in the spaces between realities. The Black Fire was just the beginning. It draws them here... oh brothers, what have we done?"Last recorded words of Aejeon before Malovatar's assault on Nuril-Ambantil
"When Malovatar breached the walls of heaven to free his father, he found not the god he remembered, but a hollow vessel filled with equations of entropy. The Black Fire had already consumed Aejeon's essence - his body simply hadn't noticed yet."The assault on Nuril-Ambantil brought no joy to Aejeon. From his Sanulium prison, he felt every death, every corruption, as his son's armies laid waste to the city of light. The sacrifice of twenty-five million Malondrian lives to reach him only added to the weight of his guilt. When Malovatar finally reached Icteia, Aejeon attempted to warn him about what he had seen in his visions - about the vast consciousness stirring in the void, drawn by their tampering with creation's foundations. But the Sanulium dampened his powers so completely that he could only watch in mute horror as his son claimed his prize.Chronicles of the Sundering
"In the depths of Icteia, time flows differently. Aejeon spent what felt like eons trapped in moments, each second stretching into years of contemplation. By the time his son reached him, he had lived a million lifetimes of regret."The journey from Nuril-Ambantil to the Crystal Palace of Fold was a parade of devastation. Trapped in his Sanulium sarcophagus, Aejeon witnessed the full extent of what his creation had wrought upon the realms. The waters of Marenwe had become poison, the skies of Gerlandria were torn with void-rifts, and the earth itself was scarred with wounds that would never heal. Within the Crystal Palace, Malovatar spent years studying the Sanulium prison, seeking ways to free his father. But Aejeon had retreated so far into himself that even when brief moments of freedom were achieved, he could no longer fully manifest his divine will.Testimony of Otsmani the Betrayer
"They say he spoke only in numbers during those final years - strings of calculations that described the mathematics of unmaking. Those who recorded his formulas went mad, their minds unable to contain the terrible truths they represented."The exile to the Burning Wastes of Sorthad in 7780 was Aejeon's own choice. He relinquished his divine powers, keeping only enough of his godhood to sustain his immortal form. In the harsh desert, he sought to isolate himself from all creation, hoping to prevent the Black Fire's corruption from spreading further through him. For centuries he wandered the wastes, his mind fractured between moments of piercing clarity and depths of cosmic horror. He continued his calculations in the sand, trying to find some way to undo what he had begun, though he knew it was far too late.Secret Archives of the Crystal Palace
"The wastes themselves seemed to flee from his presence. Where he walked, the very ground became sterile - not from heat or divine power, but from the equations he muttered that described the fundamental emptiness of being."As his power waned, his visions became more intense. He began to perceive the true nature of the void between realities - not merely empty space, but a living darkness that had always been there, watching, waiting. The Black Fire had not created this darkness; it had merely opened doors that should have remained closed. The final years before his death in 9255 were marked by increasing episodes of temporal displacement. Those few who encountered him reported that he seemed to exist in multiple moments simultaneously, his form flickering between different ages and states of being. He spoke of conversations with his past selves, arguments with futures that would never come to pass.Accounts of the Desert Nomads
"In the end, he became a living paradox - a god who had discovered truths that negated his own existence. When Malovatar finally found him, consuming his essence was perhaps a mercy."Final Observations of the Blind Seers
"The final meeting between father and son was not a battle, but a communion of horrors. As Malovatar consumed Aejeon's essence, the full weight of his father's visions poured into him - truths that would transform him into something creation was never meant to contain."Malovatar found his father in the deepest reaches of the Burning Wastes, surrounded by patterns scratched in the sand that seemed to move of their own accord. The equations had taken on a life of their own, describing realities that began to manifest simply by being calculated. The very air shimmered with impossible geometries. The death of a god is never simple, but Aejeon's end transcended even divine understanding. As Malovatar approached, his father was simultaneously present and absent, his form shifting between states of existence that contradicted each other yet somehow remained true.Forbidden Text of the Blind Prophets
"The sand for leagues around had turned to glass, not from heat, but from bearing witness to calculations that proved reality itself was optional. In that glass, they say, you can still see reflections of moments that never happened."Aejeon's final words were not spoken but rather burned into the fabric of space-time itself. He tried one last time to warn his son about what lurked beyond creation's walls, but the message became twisted, corrupted by the very forces he sought to describe. The warning became an invocation. When Malovatar began to consume his father's essence, he discovered that Aejeon had become something more and less than a god. Centuries of contemplating the void had transformed him into a living theorem - a proof of creation's fundamental instability.Tales of the Glass Desert
"As father and son became one, the sky cracked open like an egg. Through that crack, for just a moment, observers reported seeing eyes - countless eyes that had been watching since before the first spark of creation."The absorption of Aejeon's power and knowledge triggered Malovatar's final transformation into Te Nesavatar. But what should have been a simple transfer of divine essence became something far more terrible. He inherited not just his father's power, but the weight of every possible reality his calculations had revealed. The Black Fire, which had already corrupted Malovatar, merged with Aejeon's cosmic understanding to create something new - a force that could not only destroy creation but could prove mathematically why it should never have existed in the first place.Witness accounts from the Glass Desert
"When Te Nesavatar rose from the glass desert, he was no longer merely a corrupted god. He had become a walking negation - a being whose very existence proved the impossibility of existence itself."The site where Aejeon died became known as the Desert of Proofs, a place where reality itself becomes uncertain. Those who venture there report seeing equations floating in the air, each one describing a different way the universe could end. The sand continues to rearrange itself into new calculations, as if Aejeon's mind lives on through the mathematics he left behind. In consuming his father, Te Nesavatar gained terrible purpose. He had glimpsed through his father's eyes the vast consciousness that stirred beyond reality's walls. Though he never fully understood what he had seen, the horror of that knowledge would drive him to seek the unmaking of all things.Hidden Records of the Blind Seers
"In the Desert of Proofs, they say the stars look different - not because they've changed, but because Aejeon's final calculations proved they were never really there at all."Musings of the Mad Geometers
"In the temples of the Galavesi, two flames burn eternal - one white for Aergerus who leads us now, one black in memory of Aejeon who taught us first. The black flame is kept in a sealed chamber, for even in remembrance, fire must be contained."The worship of Aejeon persists in complex and often contradictory ways throughout the realms. The Galavesi, under Aergerus's guidance, maintain carefully regulated rituals that honor their first god's original teachings while explicitly rejecting his later corruption. Their temples feature mathematical gardens where complex geometric patterns are maintained in living fire, celebrating Aejeon's early brilliance while staying far from the dangerous calculations of his final years. The Brotherhood of Balanced Flame, established by Aergerus, studies Aejeon's early writings on the nature of fire and creation. Their work focuses on understanding divine fire's original purpose, seeking to cleanse it of Black Fire's taint. Their libraries contain thousands of scrolls documenting Aejeon's initial experiments, though any texts containing his later mathematical proofs are kept sealed in Sanulium vaults.Codex of the White Fire Priests
"We forge as Aejeon first taught us, with pure flame and honest purpose. Each hammer strike is a prayer, each quench a remembrance. The Black Fire took our god, but it cannot take our craft."In the forges of Malondria, ancient anvils still bear Aejeon's mark. Aergerus has maintained many of the old forge-blessing rituals, though modified to draw power from white fire rather than the original divine flame. Master smiths still whisper Aejeon's name before beginning important works, though they are careful to invoke only his aspects as teacher and creator. Perhaps most intriguingly, the Resonance Mystics of the Sunlit Spire claim that Aejeon's final calculations are somehow encoded in the Spire's structure itself. They believe that Thianon's weapon, being made of Sanulium, captured and preserved some echo of Aejeon's imprisonment. Their meditation chambers are said to sometimes fill with floating mathematical symbols similar to those found in the Desert of Proofs.Creed of the Galavesi Smiths
"In the deepest mines, where Sanulium meets memory, we sometimes hear him still - not the god he became, but the teacher he was, whispering the first secrets of flame."Aergerus has established a new order of scholars, the Keepers of the First Flame, dedicated to preserving accurate historical records of both Aejeon's achievements and his fall. Their work is considered vital to preventing future corruption, operating under the philosophy that only by fully understanding how a god of creation became an agent of unmaking can similar tragedies be prevented. The most controversial aspect of Aejeon's legacy is found among the Chronographers of the Spire, who claim that his final calculations actually altered time itself. They point to inconsistencies in historical records, suggesting that the Black Fire's corruption reached backward through time, subtly changing the past. Aergerus has neither confirmed nor denied these theories.Journals of the Deep Miners
"Each year, when Ganur and Grano align above the Spire, the Sanulium sings with equations. The miners say Aejeon is still trying to warn us, but his messages are fractured across a thousand timelines."In the Burning Wastes, nomadic tribes still follow the "Path of Proofs" - a complex series of mathematical patterns Aejeon walked in his final years. They believe these paths hold some fundamental truth about reality, though they are careful never to try solving the equations themselves. Aergerus maintains distant contact with these tribes, monitoring their practices while ensuring they don't stray too close to dangerous knowledge. The most closely guarded secret of Aejeon's legacy lies in the sealed vaults beneath the White Flame Temples. Here, Aergerus keeps a collection of artifacts from Aejeon's early experiments - tools and texts from before the corruption. These are studied under strict supervision, as even Aejeon's purest works are now viewed through the lens of what they would eventually lead to.Notes of the Chronographers' Conclave
"We honor what he was, learn from what he became, and pray we have the wisdom to tell the difference."Aergerus, addressing the First Council of White Flame
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