Long ago, when the world was actually new, Kwillians were nowhere to be found on the planet they now call home. Leht and Beht had lived in harmony in their realms, viewing the planet and making their own small changes. Adding this, changing that. Both were in a way happy, able to express what they wanted, to think how they wanted, to create what they would. However, one day, Leht began to think to herself, “All these creatures we've made, and yet none can speak like us, none can think like us,” and she was right.

All of the creatures they'd made together and none of them were truly like them, able to think and speak. Leht had an idea, one that would take two wills, two halves of a whole idea, to create. So she went to her brother and counterparty, Beht. She told him of her idea, to create these creatures, these Kwillian, even if only to see what might happens. Beht was against the idea, his paradise half of the planet was wrought with thorns and danger, hazards that would prevent the Kwillian from living there. “No,” he said to his sister, his counterpart, “No. I will not ever give up my paradise for your dream of thought. It's not what is fair.”

Leht left her brother, but she did not heed him well enough, she did not read between the lines back then. She merely thought what wonderful fun her idea would be, and so, she made them anyway. Brought to life by her loving thoughts, the Kwillian were happy at first. They thrived, learned, and thought. Most importantly, they began to invent. They invented things neither Leht nor Beht had ever thought of, and Beht soon began to take interest in the little Kwillian. Anger, Sorrow, Envy, feelings that spread like wildfire as the Kwillians unlocked new thoughts, and new ways of interacting due to Behts will over all of the planet. Fights broke out, illness began to spread, and the negatives began to rear. Yet the negatives were soon understood, illnesses less so than emotions, but understood nonetheless.

The Kwillian thrived for hundreds of years, and they spread. All over the continent, all over the blonde, all over the world that Leht and Beht had once built together. As they built and expanded they began to forget the god that had made them, the gods that had adored them. They ripped up Lehts work first, tearing her green earth up to build cities of chrome that reflected the heavens back into the skies. They ripped up where the two gods had worked together, they hunted their creatures more, and they took for granted what was given. Then, at the beginning of the end, they began to rip through the landscape, pets, and creatures, that Beht had made.

This enraged the Deity, he screamed his fury at the Kwillian for destroying what he had made. He did not care that they were hazardous to the Kwillian, he did not care that they were obstacles to life and expansion, it was his paradise. The god would not ever give up his paradise for his sister's dream of thought, it simply wasn't fair. Beht inflicted pain on the Kwillian, splitting the earth, and causing black smog to belch from the ground. Tainted earth began to spread, corrupted plants began to twist, and storms of magic that ravaged the planet began to rage as the Deity made his anger known. Kwillian ran for shelter in buildings first, and when those began to come down and folk began to die en mass… they moved below the ground.

As Kwillian took shelter below ground to shield themselves from the god's rages, a battle began to take place in a world unseen, a battle only known to Kwillian through the word of the Deity Leht, and all of the minor Deities she's brought to life. Leht took a stand against her brother, despite all his anger and despite the fact that she knew that he would turn that fury on her for her decisions. It wasn't the fault of her creations, it was her fault alone, and it was blame and guilt to bear. Soon, the two deities began to clash, fighting as Leht tried to calm her brother's wrath and get him to see reason, to calm and return to as it was. Unfortunately, no such compromise could be made.

Leht was forced to lock her brother and counterpart, Beht, away in his dimension. Forever.

Though Beht has been banished from the world Kwillian live in now, unable to inflict the mass damages he did that day of the collapse, his dark influence seeps through cracks between worlds. Corrupted Creatures, Flux Storms, The King of the Hunt, and much more have still been brought on by Beht's untamed fury, leaking into the world. Trapped though he may be, he isn't gone, and he never will be. After all, gods can never be killed, no matter how minor, as far as we know…