The War in Heaven, they call it—an eternal clash between Celestials and Fiends, those cursed spirits who see fit to wage their battles across the Aether, heedless of the destruction they bring. It’s said this war began when the Golden City turned black. Once a place of light and order, it fell into darkness, and the Divine lost control of the Aether. The Celestials, those so-called pure spirits, were left to fight for a city that no longer exists, a paradise now turned to ash. They seek revenge against those they believe darkened their precious city, the Infernals who revel in chaos and corruption. But do not be fooled into thinking the Celestials are any better than Fiends.

The Infernals are wicked things, true, but at least they do not hide their nature. They twist and torment, using other creatures as pawns in their infernal games, all for their own amusement or the pursuit of power. But the Celestials? Ah, they are the worse of the two, for they believe themselves above all, pure and righteous in their cause. They use others not out of cruelty but out of a sense of entitlement, for they see themselves as the chosen, the flawless servants of a bygone order, inheritors of the Divine's domain. And being spirits, they cannot comprehend the pain and suffering they cause—they are blinded by their own brilliance, too arrogant to see the world as it is.

This cursed war spilled into our world when the Veil was shattered by the maleficar, those damned sorcerers. What followed was the Age of Chaos, a time when the War in Heaven raged across Gaias, leaving naught but ruin in its wake. Both Celestials and Fiends poured through the breach, dragging their battle with them, and it was we mortals who suffered for it. Cities were razed, groves corrupted, kingdoms fell, families torn asunder, and countless lives were lost—all for a war that is not our own.

It was Amalia, our blessed Mother, who ended the madness. She gave dedicated her life to closing the Veil, sealing the Aether away from our world and restoring some measure of peace. But the scars of that war remain, and the Celestials and Fiends still rage on in their endless struggle, oblivious to the pain they have caused, and the scars forever visible on Gaias.

So do not be fooled by the Celestials’ shining light or the Fiends’ twisted whispers. They are two sides of the same coin, spirits locked in a battle that will never end, each convinced of their own superiority. And in their eyes, we mortals are nothing but pawns, to be used and discarded as they see fit. Pray to Amalia for protection, but trust not the Celestials or Fiends, for neither care for you.

Brother Caius
Humble Servant of Amalia