"Well," Selma starts, "Long ago, there was the Void. From the void, The Goddess gave birth to everything from nothing, including the other eleven great divines. Eventually, they created the world's inhabitants. But after a long time, one race began to control the others, and stole a spark of divinity, allowing them to live forever, if they weren't killed. The other races rose against them, and in the end broke free. But a man lived through it, and enjoyed the death. And began living for it, until one day he stopped living. He kept going, now a lich, trying to change the world. He decided that if he took the Seeds of Divinity, he'd become a god. but one day, he heard a woman speak prophecy. 'A Maiden of the Moon shall save the world from you' A gypsy spoke. He began searching for the Maiden of the Moon instead. But he never found her, and sank into dust, having spent everything trying to find her or the seeds." Selma shrugs. "At least, that's the jist."