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Titan Edda
The Beginning
Long before there were stars, worlds, planets, or moons, there was only darkness. Deep within that darkness, there was a swirling chaos of mists and fog, freezing cold, howling winds, and terrifying fire. There were no suns, no moons, no stars, no land, nor sea. There was only a great, yawning void called Ginnungagap ("the yawning void," "the pit," magically charged void,"). These two forces, cold and heat, would come to be the very basis of which all energies would take shape as Nether and Aether. Eventually, through that chaos, two Worlds came to be: Niflheim, land of cold mists; to the south was Muspellheim, the land of fire. From Niflheim’s spring, Hvergelmir, flowed the 11 poisonous rivers of the Elivagar. They emptied into the chasm, froze, and filled it with venomous ice. From Muspellheim came sheets of fire that turned the ice into mists and dense fog. These two worlds flowed freely within the Ginnungagap, interacting with each other for a million years, both fire and ice coexisting with each other until at last there came the sparks of life.
The fiery Aether of Muspellheim mixed with the icy Nether of Niflheim to create Ether, the pinnacle of all energies that connected all dimensions and gave birth to Urd's Well; a sheet of pure, reflected water across an expanse from which all fates became connected and so gave rise to the World Tree, Yggdrasil. Its mighty branches connected the two worlds and established order within the dark chaos.
...But the state of order was short-lived as the Titans, beings of vast power formed from the abyss of Ginnungagap, rose from the abyss and attempted to raze Yggdrasil. In that moment, the Norns, three Völuspá (a Seeress), living within Urd's Well began to spin the threads of fate throughout the universe. Yggdrasil used Ether and its existential energy to bind the threads of fate into one being: Ansemund. Ansemund, risen from the powers of Ether and the magic of Ginnungagap, rose as the mightiest Titan in existence in order to protect Yggdrasil and the two worlds. He waged war against all the Titans and sealed them away to the deepest corners of the universe. And thus came true peace as Ansemund became the sentinel of the cosmos.
Ansemund went on to create the rest of the seven worlds to make the Nine Worlds that connected to Yggdrasil; Asgard, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Midgard, Jotunnheim, Nidavellir, and Helheim to go with Muspellheim and Niflheim. Ansemund then created nine Eternals, omnipotent entities that embody concepts of the universe, created from his own essence and assigned them all to guard over an individual world. He first created Phanes Acmon, the Titan of Existence, and from him molded the other 8 Prime Eternals. These Eternals went on to create eternals of their own faction and then created the Gods, beings who hold omnipotence over a certain realm or domain, who then in turn created the Mortals, beings of varying degrees of power who possess no omnipotent powers.
There was order in the Nine Worlds, a peace after the chaos of the genesis. The Eternals created their Guardians who would serve them closely and protect their worlds directly. The Eternals and gods did not quarrel under the watchful eye of Ansemund and thus the mortals prospered. This would come to change as Ouranos, the Titan of Ginnungagap, schemed to once again raze Yggdrasil, but to do so It had to take care of its protector.
The fiery Aether of Muspellheim mixed with the icy Nether of Niflheim to create Ether, the pinnacle of all energies that connected all dimensions and gave birth to Urd's Well; a sheet of pure, reflected water across an expanse from which all fates became connected and so gave rise to the World Tree, Yggdrasil. Its mighty branches connected the two worlds and established order within the dark chaos.
...But the state of order was short-lived as the Titans, beings of vast power formed from the abyss of Ginnungagap, rose from the abyss and attempted to raze Yggdrasil. In that moment, the Norns, three Völuspá (a Seeress), living within Urd's Well began to spin the threads of fate throughout the universe. Yggdrasil used Ether and its existential energy to bind the threads of fate into one being: Ansemund. Ansemund, risen from the powers of Ether and the magic of Ginnungagap, rose as the mightiest Titan in existence in order to protect Yggdrasil and the two worlds. He waged war against all the Titans and sealed them away to the deepest corners of the universe. And thus came true peace as Ansemund became the sentinel of the cosmos.
Ansemund went on to create the rest of the seven worlds to make the Nine Worlds that connected to Yggdrasil; Asgard, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Midgard, Jotunnheim, Nidavellir, and Helheim to go with Muspellheim and Niflheim. Ansemund then created nine Eternals, omnipotent entities that embody concepts of the universe, created from his own essence and assigned them all to guard over an individual world. He first created Phanes Acmon, the Titan of Existence, and from him molded the other 8 Prime Eternals. These Eternals went on to create eternals of their own faction and then created the Gods, beings who hold omnipotence over a certain realm or domain, who then in turn created the Mortals, beings of varying degrees of power who possess no omnipotent powers.
There was order in the Nine Worlds, a peace after the chaos of the genesis. The Eternals created their Guardians who would serve them closely and protect their worlds directly. The Eternals and gods did not quarrel under the watchful eye of Ansemund and thus the mortals prospered. This would come to change as Ouranos, the Titan of Ginnungagap, schemed to once again raze Yggdrasil, but to do so It had to take care of its protector.
The Fall Into Ginnungagap
Ouranos was the opposite of Ansemund in every aspect. Only the Eternals and the very highest of prime gods know of It, but none understand Its true nature. Even to Ansemund and the Eternals, they are ensure of Ouranos' existence and only know of the effects. Something is stirring within Ginnungagap. Something is creating the Titans. Something is preventing Ansemund from truly becoming all-knowing and all-powerful. The Titans are outside of the realm of death and even the Eternals can die should Yggdrasil ever fall. There is an ancient and mysterious darkness charging the magic of Ginnungagap, keeping the mightiest of powers from ever coming to existence. This enigma and cloud of mystery that surrounds Ouranos is what entices Ansemund and unravels the order of the cosmos.
Ansemund could understand everything in existence; science, death, the mind, the body, the soul, the natures of the universe, and everything associated with it. What he could never come to understand was the nature of non-existence. There was a barrier keeping him from understanding such a thing and that was the thing that lurked deep within Ginnungagap and has lurked there since before time and space itself. Thus, Ansemund walked out of Yggdrasil...and fell.
Ansemund fell into Ginnungagap and there he saw the beginning of time itself. He saw the swirling mists and the raging fires - the birth of Yggdrasil. As he fell deeper, he saw further beyond even that. There was nothing. There was no heat, no motion, no cold, no light, no sound. It no longer felt as if he were falling. What was felt was a suffocation...and the fear. Everything that existed deep within that well of eternity was inside of him and inside of him was the overpowering sense of danger and dread. A normal man would have fallen into insanity instantly, but it took far longer for Ansemund and insanity did he succumb to. He was within the very heart of darkness and could not escape. And there it was that he finally felt the presence of the oldest evil in the universe. There he felt the presence of Ouranos beginning to take hold of him and he could not fight back.
Finally, he could no longer bear the crushing pressure and his body lit up the abyss of all sorrow with a piercing light and he saw Ouranos. There was only an eye more massive than any star and Its many hands stretching further than one would ever imagine, Its many hands holding Ansemund. Ansemund was crushed in Its grasp and the power of the explosion was enough to free himself from Ouranos' grasp and when the raging fires of energy died down, Ansemund was gone. There was only two new beings in his place, both shining in white armor and unconscious, blasting away from each other. One rocketed up back to Yggdrasil and the other into the embrace of Ouranos. Thus began a new age in the universe, an age of war and battles for conquest rooted in ideologies and greed.
Ansemund could understand everything in existence; science, death, the mind, the body, the soul, the natures of the universe, and everything associated with it. What he could never come to understand was the nature of non-existence. There was a barrier keeping him from understanding such a thing and that was the thing that lurked deep within Ginnungagap and has lurked there since before time and space itself. Thus, Ansemund walked out of Yggdrasil...and fell.
Ansemund fell into Ginnungagap and there he saw the beginning of time itself. He saw the swirling mists and the raging fires - the birth of Yggdrasil. As he fell deeper, he saw further beyond even that. There was nothing. There was no heat, no motion, no cold, no light, no sound. It no longer felt as if he were falling. What was felt was a suffocation...and the fear. Everything that existed deep within that well of eternity was inside of him and inside of him was the overpowering sense of danger and dread. A normal man would have fallen into insanity instantly, but it took far longer for Ansemund and insanity did he succumb to. He was within the very heart of darkness and could not escape. And there it was that he finally felt the presence of the oldest evil in the universe. There he felt the presence of Ouranos beginning to take hold of him and he could not fight back.
Finally, he could no longer bear the crushing pressure and his body lit up the abyss of all sorrow with a piercing light and he saw Ouranos. There was only an eye more massive than any star and Its many hands stretching further than one would ever imagine, Its many hands holding Ansemund. Ansemund was crushed in Its grasp and the power of the explosion was enough to free himself from Ouranos' grasp and when the raging fires of energy died down, Ansemund was gone. There was only two new beings in his place, both shining in white armor and unconscious, blasting away from each other. One rocketed up back to Yggdrasil and the other into the embrace of Ouranos. Thus began a new age in the universe, an age of war and battles for conquest rooted in ideologies and greed.
The Iron Thanes
The first battle for the worlds, where all nine nearly fell back into the yawning void from whence they came. The mighty Eternals, who stood divided in defense of their worlds, failed to impede the passage of the rising Titans. So rose Nine Iron Thanes to stand as the last line of defense of the final world, guarding against the Titan's ultimate victory. With great honor, I name them: Aldebaran, Camilla, Arcturus, Rigel, Antares, Cephei, Pollux, Carinae, and Ursae. All Nine stood in defense against the encroaching darkness in the Eve of Tragedy to hold the Nine Fronts of Ásgarðr...Yet, no matter their power, their triumphs, the Iron Thanes of Yggdrasil were only men and doomed to die.
I called to them, speaking to their hearts, "Shall you surrender your power to time like the beasts of the fields? You are the Lords of the world! Go forth to claim the empty throne of Heaven and be gods!"
Nine fronts were held in the plains of Vigrid, in defense of the final world, Ásgarðr. They summoned the power of Yggdrasil, above them a river of Light shone, before them the throne of Heaven, waiting. Beneath their feet, the footprints of Ansemund...until all around them echoed a vast Silence. The darkness encroached and one by one each Iron Thane fell, slain at the hands of each Titan until only Aldebaran stood tall and brave before the walls of Valhalla. Then came a terrible, cold whisper in his heart: "Look upon the Temple of Darkness. God of Silence, who speaks to the faithful in dreams. No words of desire may sway His will. No cry of valor may stand against Him, for His Silence conquers all. And His Secrets are shared only with the worthy. Look upon the Temple of Darkness and fear him."
Aldebaran held no fear in his heart, for he was the mightiest of all the Iron Thanes and his fate was sealed before Norns. In his final stand, he bellowed to his legion:
"Arise! For after a thousand years, the seed of the tree that was hewn has taken root and sprouted!
Arise! For though your kinsmen stand strong in the shieldwall, more might is yet needed upon the field!
Arise! For the wights of field, stream, and stone seek to reforge the bonds that long have been broken!
ARISE! For a thousand generations of ancestors stand firmly behind you throughout every success and failure!
ARISE! FOR THE GODS HAVE SOUNDED THEIR CALL ACROSS THE WORLDS AND YOU HAVE HEARD IT DEEP WITHIN YOUR HEART!
ARISE!
I have sacrificed much to achieve peace! So too must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace! RESPONSIBILITY! DUTY! HONOUR! These are not mere virtues to which we must aspire! They are ESSENTIAL to every soldier...to every KING!"
At last, through splintered shields and broken spears, Aldebaran fell and so too did the Last World. When the Titans stepped forward, with Surtr at their command, toward the empty throne, a great voice, MY voice, cried out to shake the very foundations of Heaven and earth:
"AND SO THE GOLDEN CITY IS BLACKENED WITH EACH STEP YOU TAKE IN MY HALL! MARVEL AT PERFECTION, FOR IT IS FLEETING! YOU HAVE BROUGHT SIN TO HEAVEN AND DOOM UPON ALL THE WORLD!"
Violently were they cast down, for no Titan may walk bodily in the sacred realm. Bearing the mark of their Crime: Bodies so maimed and distorted that none should see them and know them for what they once were.
In the final battle, where the Eternals and Warriors stood victorious against the Titans, the Titans fled deep into the world, away from the Light. In Darkness eternal they searched for He who goaded them on, until at last they found their prize, their god, their betrayer: the sleeping god, Ouranos. Their taint twisted even the false-god, and the whisperer awoke at last, in pain and horror, and led them to wreak havoc upon all Nine Worlds for the second time.
- Adonai Messiah
I called to them, speaking to their hearts, "Shall you surrender your power to time like the beasts of the fields? You are the Lords of the world! Go forth to claim the empty throne of Heaven and be gods!"
Nine fronts were held in the plains of Vigrid, in defense of the final world, Ásgarðr. They summoned the power of Yggdrasil, above them a river of Light shone, before them the throne of Heaven, waiting. Beneath their feet, the footprints of Ansemund...until all around them echoed a vast Silence. The darkness encroached and one by one each Iron Thane fell, slain at the hands of each Titan until only Aldebaran stood tall and brave before the walls of Valhalla. Then came a terrible, cold whisper in his heart: "Look upon the Temple of Darkness. God of Silence, who speaks to the faithful in dreams. No words of desire may sway His will. No cry of valor may stand against Him, for His Silence conquers all. And His Secrets are shared only with the worthy. Look upon the Temple of Darkness and fear him."
Aldebaran held no fear in his heart, for he was the mightiest of all the Iron Thanes and his fate was sealed before Norns. In his final stand, he bellowed to his legion:
"Arise! For after a thousand years, the seed of the tree that was hewn has taken root and sprouted!
Arise! For though your kinsmen stand strong in the shieldwall, more might is yet needed upon the field!
Arise! For the wights of field, stream, and stone seek to reforge the bonds that long have been broken!
ARISE! For a thousand generations of ancestors stand firmly behind you throughout every success and failure!
ARISE! FOR THE GODS HAVE SOUNDED THEIR CALL ACROSS THE WORLDS AND YOU HAVE HEARD IT DEEP WITHIN YOUR HEART!
ARISE!
I have sacrificed much to achieve peace! So too must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace! RESPONSIBILITY! DUTY! HONOUR! These are not mere virtues to which we must aspire! They are ESSENTIAL to every soldier...to every KING!"
At last, through splintered shields and broken spears, Aldebaran fell and so too did the Last World. When the Titans stepped forward, with Surtr at their command, toward the empty throne, a great voice, MY voice, cried out to shake the very foundations of Heaven and earth:
"AND SO THE GOLDEN CITY IS BLACKENED WITH EACH STEP YOU TAKE IN MY HALL! MARVEL AT PERFECTION, FOR IT IS FLEETING! YOU HAVE BROUGHT SIN TO HEAVEN AND DOOM UPON ALL THE WORLD!"
Violently were they cast down, for no Titan may walk bodily in the sacred realm. Bearing the mark of their Crime: Bodies so maimed and distorted that none should see them and know them for what they once were.
In the final battle, where the Eternals and Warriors stood victorious against the Titans, the Titans fled deep into the world, away from the Light. In Darkness eternal they searched for He who goaded them on, until at last they found their prize, their god, their betrayer: the sleeping god, Ouranos. Their taint twisted even the false-god, and the whisperer awoke at last, in pain and horror, and led them to wreak havoc upon all Nine Worlds for the second time.
- Adonai Messiah