Vorelheim

Wet foot-falls of a woman running through a rainy street, greeted with shut windows and locked doors. She screams for help between gasps for breath. She cannot stop. She sees the doors to a holy temple, to safety. Street lights illuminate her path. Behind her there looms a creeping darkness. The lights go out two by two, and silence follows them. The rattle of a distant chain makes her clench her jaw and run faster, push harder than ever before. Her hands outstretched to the temple. She's almost there. Once inside, this nightmare will be over. The lash and snap of a hooked chain whips out from behind, gaffing her by the throat. Screams turn to a gurgle. The temple shimmers, and fades away. The lights. The rain. The unwelcoming houses. It all melts away revealing blood stained stone walls in a hallway caked with viscera. It all goes black. They say when hope is lost at the last second, it makes the blood sweeter.  They crave the taste of purest despair. They, are those who truly rule over Vorelheim. 

Eons Ago

The Creator made a world of peace and magic. As time went on, those living there turned to their worst appetites. Insatiable levels of greed, lust and wrath forced The Creator to start anew. And as this happened, the mortal races returned to their vile ways. Five apocalyptic events had come and gone. With this, The Creator too was gone. For if this world wished to live in the shadow of sin, so be it. Upon this, was an influx of wild magics that formed new "proto-gods" to decide the fates of their believers. 

Now..

The world has gone dark, and succumbed to new immoral masters. 

On the surface, things may seem common and orderly. It's when you peel back the layers of this world's flesh, and that you reveal the true horrors that reside within. Below all that is pleasant, is the purest putrescence.