The sky was torn open by the great weapons of the decievers. Thunder peeled back the heavens and lightning struck at the heart of his kingdom. He was the unnamed, the creator of them all. He sat and waited for the seven, as his creation was taken apart around him. He knew the day would come when they would turn on him, as it was with all his inventions, they were allowed the free reign of sentience. And, with sentience came the need to find ones place, to develop as each lifeform seen fit.

The same went for Mhelclem, his most beloved creation of all. Perfect in all ways, commander of the forces of forever, sat at the right hand of him longer then anyone before. Mhelclem relished in the love of his father, for all the others knew that next to their father Mhelclem was the prince of forever. Always there to impose the will of his father.

Soon it came to be the Mhelclem, full of pride, began to want more than what was his place in the natural order of the kingdom. He wondered what it would be like to sit in his fathers seat. And one day he no longer wondered, he bagan his quest to dethrone his father.

Mhelclem was popular among his brothers and sisters, being the prince, they stuck to him like glue, to always be in his favor.

Mhelclem began, as any good coup does, by planting the seeds of decension into the hearts and minds of his kin. For he knew something they did not. Their father, doing as he was meant to, was in the process of building a new creation, one to rival all others. Allthough incomplete in it's construction, Mhelclem decided that this would be the platform on which he would cieze power from his father. He would become the holder of the key to forever, he would sit in the seat of wisdom, he would become king.

The day came when he built enough anger in his brothers and sisters to turn them against their father. They gathered in the mountains of shadow to hide from the eyes of he who always was. They made a plan. they were seven in all, but they were the most powerful and skilled of all the others. There was Zabak the wonderer, who knew all passages in and out of the kingdom forever. And Posal the Architect who helped design the fabric of reality, it would be his job to unmake the fabric of the city forever where the seat of power lies. The sisters Reina and Cassandris with their beauty would encant the weak with promises of lust. And Ka the murderer would take it from there doing what he does best. Then there was Rustin who was gaurdian of the cities defenses, keeper of the weapons that never should have been built, and never should have been entrusted to him. weapons so powerful that all would be destroyed in there unleashing. A nessesity Mhelclem thought if need be and their plan failed. . . .

War raged in the heart of the kingdom, he sat and waited. He had set a trap for his sons and daughters, they would be blinded by their greed and never see it coming.