'The beginning of the eon-long rivalry of who we call 'Gods and Demons' in this world, starts with two brothers, who over time and through different storytellers finally came to be known commonly as Percival and Severus. The brothers were ambitious, to say the least. They were set upon one goal, to unite the world, or at least whatever the world was back then.

The brothers left their home behind in pursuit of this dream, however, as the brothers travelled and travelled, performed penance and tried to find peace, they started to dislike each other. They realised that although their vision was the same, the path they wanted to take to achieve this vision was very different. Percival wanted to unite everyone, letting people live in peace and harmony, whereas Severus wanted to unite them under fear, become the supreme ruler of it all and lead with an iron fist.

The brothers finally got sick of each other, they couldn’t stand each other.

The earth at this time was fragmented, split into numerous islands and landmasses. The brothers both decided to go to separate islands so that the brothers did not have to interfere in each other’s work and can instead focus on their own goals. The two brothers found other people on the islands they decided to go to, and soon enough, the whole world was split, some believing in Percival’s ideologies while some believing otherwise and siding with Severus. And then supposedly, came us, the humans, as time went on the humans also started believing in these gods and demons who are supposed to be the powerful descendants of The two brothers still Perusing the goals of their ancestors.'  

Explains a teacher in a Montessori in the small town of Chimachi, the handful of students that he was supposedly teaching didn’t look keen to be taught.

'But of course, that’s all a myth and now not many still believe in these gods and demons.' He adds on.

An avid listener with a hint of curiosity and brown hair, shot his hand up in the air, looking like the only one who was listening at all.

'But what if they are real sir?'

Says the boy.

'There’s no such thing as Gods, dweeb'

Says a seemingly older kid sitting at the back.

'I wasn’t asking you, Ace'

The boy responds.

'Well, we’re dismissed have a nice rest at home.' 

Says the teacher immediately disrupting the conversation.

Everyone leaves the school without giving a single thought to the lesson they had just been given except one. The brown- haired boy, Hito seemed curious, still having hope that these fables might not be fables after all.