Power. Yearned by many, reached by some. Abused by almost all. It is something many have fought and died for. It is also something that succeeds just normal creatures. Also wanted by the gods. More power, it drives even them to drastic oods and usually they fail to ever reach more. There are some succeed, but one in particular did not achieve, did not succeed and was not forgoten. His name was Balthazaar. Balthazaar was created by Pan, one of the original creature dieties created by Vodul himself. Pan was a great mentor, friend and father. Pan and Balthazaar had an unusual relationship though. Pan never treated his son Bathazaar like his son, his kin, his creation. Pan treated Balthazaar like an old friend, on the same level. The two were unseperatable. The two often told each other riddles, participated in lavish parties, and sometimes played pranks on the other gods. It was a sight to behold. Vodul had often commented on how HE even envied Balthazaar and Pan\'s relationship. No one thought that much of it, and came to accept the beauty of Balthazaar and Pan\'s love. Untill that fatefull day 7 Otaga and 7 ages ago to THIS day. It was a beatifull day in the plane of the gods. The gods were at ease, nothing major in the other planes had happened for quite some time so the gods were overall relaxed, but ever ready for an attack or revolt of course.
Crimson. Color of the gods some say. Color of death, color of wrath, color of power. That day, crimson filled the skies, an omen of death. The gods immediatly were ready, no time was wasted, the posts were mantled, the guards were on alert, the plane of the gods was a warzone once again. Vodul spoke, \"Crimson not only floods the skies, my children, but also the ground.\" Pan, has been slain. The gods appauled. No one spoke a word. Motives for pan\'s Death had not been heard in the plane of the god. Every creature, in the plane of the gods, in the mortal plane and every other corner of existance shook that day. Balthazaar wept. His cries were as loud as anything ever heard in the Kingdom of Vodul. Many shared his love, his shock, his horror, as well as his hate for whatever had done this to his mentor, his friend and most of all, his father and creator. Vodul announced that whoever or whatever was responsible for this attrocity would not pay in death, but in eternal suffering in a plane accessable only by Vodul himself. This plane represented ever evil, every pain, every single kind of hurt anything could suffer a thousand times over, every second of eternity. Anyone sentenced to this plane had the pity of every creature in Voduls Kingdom.
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