Since the time was created, when darkness was formed, every place has a being that resides, and the Background has a lord or a king. When he calls you, you better respond, so he can keep order. But he will wait for you in this void if you don't respond. You will wish you were dead. But even if you do die, and even if you end up in hell…he will be waiting for you there, only to make it worse.
This place was like a third afterlife. People know in another religion where after death nothing happens, while others believe in eternal oblivion. Eternal oblivion was the space between the multiverse and was devoid of any light. This place was a black hole because nothing ever got out, even souls. But somehow matter could exist as long as what even entered was supernatural or a deity. Only the owner controlled what happened there.
People who ended up there were born pure evil and had collected all of the seven sins. The difference between Eternal oblivion and hell was you could never escape, let alone move. Inside was a giant shadow that held the evil souls. Each soul could never move, as if they were all paralyzed but still could see into the dark void. They would be forever in place with no entertainment or eaten. The dark entity who resided was the owner and would feast on the souls for powers. The souls who were eaten first were the ones who had the most suffering in their life only to make it worse.
Ever since humanity unlocked the secrets of its world, discovering new resources and opportunities, it has done nothing but twist them into instruments of destruction. Innovation became a tool for devastation, and progress spelled doom for the very earth that birthed them. Climate change, global warming, relentless wars, unspeakable violence, and the horrific acts of man slaughter have shown one undeniable truth: humans are far from the pinnacle of intelligence they claim to be.
Ryoth, the Razor King, has watched their descent into chaos with cold disdain. To him, these creatures are nothing but parasites gnawing at the fabric of existence. They are beyond redemption, beyond saving.
In West Virginia, a new cult now worships this King. "Ryoth" wants to give birth to three sons of corruption. The three boys will grow up into lethal cold-blooded killers, and when they will sacrifice 200 people to set Ryoth free from the Background. After that, these boys will no longer be of use to him and will be the last sacrifice.
9 cultists have kidnapped three women who will be ritualized to carriage the sons of "Ryoth." After that, they give birth to them, they will die and be consumed by him.
The cult starts saying enchants. "Of the lord, may these women carriage thou sons."
The cultist leader steps forward, each of them carving symbols on the hard chiseled stone floor. Blood-written commands for this ritual read all sorts of spells, candles are laid all over the room, and the cultists start to tie up the three women in the middle of the room and chant lots of words. Three months have passed and these women have grown these boys fast. The birth begins with one woman after another releasing the babies one by one. The first child named "Callith" gets ritualized and will now be set on a path of domination. Next is another child named "Callum" who is ritualized and also set on the path of domination. Next is the last child "Leon" who is in the process of ritualizing. Suddenly the FBI breaks its way in and arrests all the cultists, they try to save the women who have passed away already.
The FBI shouted at everyone to get down on the floor and hands behind their backs. "All of you, on the floor now with hands behind your back or we will use lethal force."
The police gently collected the three infants, their cries blending with the distant hum of sirens. Swaddled in blankets, they were carefully carried into the waiting ambulance, unaware of the storm of tragedy that had brought them to this moment.
Once at the station, the authorities made a decision that would change the course of their lives forever. The three boys were separated, each sent to a different foster home, their tiny hands no longer able to reach for one another. There was no room for sentiment, no time for second guesses. It was deemed safer this way. They would grow up apart, with no knowledge of the siblings they had been born alongside, and no connection to the shared past that linked them. Their identities, their histories, everything was buried under layers of secrecy.
And so, with one final, unspoken goodbye, the brothers were torn from each other, their bond shattered before it even had the chance to form.