History of Animas

In the genesis, a realm shrouded in the tapestry of nothingness, there existed a convergence of essence—matter, energy, and soul intertwined as one ethereal entity. Yet, amid this cosmic symphony, the soul harbored a desire to carve its distinction. With a whisper that echoed through the void, the soul embarked on a cosmic dance, shaping matter and energy to its whims. It crafted realms of space and realms of emptiness, ignited the fires of warmth and the icy breath of cold, summoned forth the brilliance of light and the profound abyss of darkness. The soul, once indistinguishable, became the architect of a boundless creation, a weave of endless possibilities. An opus unfurling in perpetual wonder. Yet, within the vast expanse of creation, a poignant question lingered like a shadow cast upon the celestial canvas. What would transpire if the soul, in its infinite wisdom, chose to cleave itself—soul from soul?

What would be the result if the soul decided to separate from itself?   So the soul offered a part of itself, giving birth to a new being. Eldrim received a fragment of the soul and was born with a desire and a purpose.   To reshape his world, its corners, or even its brightness? He had an idea of a universe, of a world, and it needed to be made beautiful.   After a while, he noticed that a vast emptiness constantly prevailed in his work. Eldrim had a mind quite different from the original soul, an animation in his being. It wasn't really evil, nor good for that matter... This notion wasn't really abstract to him, but would breaking the rules perhaps be the solution to his dissatisfaction? After all, hadn't the soul done it?

The birth of Nekros and Wyrd had come from Eldrim's transgression of the forbidden.   Nekros and Wyrd were not going to the same direcions. Wyrd had it all figured out. He planned on keeping his father’s legacy unspoiled. Going beyond the forbidden was a necessity but he was not going to so with no goal. He had a good understanding of good and evil. But himself was not part of it. He was above this. His Soul could lead to marvelous creations. Creation that could themselves experience good and evil, make choices leading to a destiny. Wyrd would work hard to imagine and conceive those individuals. This would be his masterpiece that he would watch and let the Fate decide their future and fortune. Nekros had less envy to enrule the task of his father. He saw the potential of his soul. What it could achieve, how powerful it was… but mostly, he saw of precious it was. Wash he going to waste it as his father did? Souls had a meaning to him. More potent than energy and more imposing than mater. Behind it, was a hidden power that would lead to a chaos and beauty that the world had not seen before.