The Daevite Gods
Written by Alistair Vitrux
The gods of the Daeva, reunited in glory. The Scarlet King, God-King, the Great Conqueror. The Violet Queen, Tear Bringer, Goddess of Power. The Malorian Mastor, upholder of Malor, harbinger of Chaos. Malor, which is the mastery of our empire, the control of our lesser. Power, which is the building block of our Great Empress and the High Lords and Ladies. To conquer, which is the Scarlet Truth that keeps our Empire alive.
The Daevite Gods were not born equal. The Scarlet King, the most glorious, he who is on high, crafted two servants; Malor, born from an unknowable color. The lust, the mastery, the control that every human aspires for became him. He is youth and grace, a being of great power, and the ancestor of the androgyne peoples born in the Daeva, for he was the first.
The Violet Queen, who raised Malor and granted him the gift of matriarchy. She, the matron of seduction and breaker of hearts. Born full and in power, she was the handmaid of the Scarlet King, but she was never taken as a wife, for she evaded even his advances with skillful grace.
Across history, the Daevite people have been pushed down, but have always risen back up. The Daevite Empire, which persevered through the Great Breach and more, is the true Great Empire. More powerful than SCP and even the Holy Foundation. It has been prophesied by the Lady Of The Scarlet Church, her Empress Nuvadia, in the year 576 A.B. that one day, centuries from now, the Daevite Empire will be visited by a group of strangers. Among this group will be the avatars of Malor and the Violet Queen, who will come to raise the new avatar of the Scarlet King. No matter how we may try, these strangers will persevere to meet the Empress. There is no stopping them. When they reveal themselves as Malor and the Violet Queen, the Daevite Empire will begin its apotheosis. The strangers they bring with them will not know the nature of their partners until it is too late. All Hail The Empress, Glory to the Scarlet King.
Ḳofá kut vaduk pev́a kut malor. Daev tintau. To Conquer, To Gain Power, and To Master. This is Daeva.
The Daevite Empire is great and powerful beyond all explanation. That is what our people know, and what the fearful zealots whisper when they dare speak our name. Our enemies call us a monstrosity, a symbol of the elite crushing the weak. They spat these words as if they were truths. They are not.
The lesser nations misunderstand us, just as the Holy Foundation always has. Since our rightful revival, they have declared the Daevite Empire catastrophic to humanity, from the Seven Continental Provinces to even Wotantainmentland. They cling to this lie because they cannot accept a simpler truth: if all that we are is wrong, then how have we endured? How have we risen again and again while their so-called righteous orders crumble into insignificant dust?
For ages, our traditions were buried, suppressed by those who feared what they could not control. Yet even after thousands of years beneath their heel, the Empire was never truly dead. Power such as ours does not vanish. It waits. The former Empires of Rome, of Greece, of Disney, they are NOTHING now.
It was the Children of the River who first moved to restore what was ours. They stole the Book of the Daevites and began the great ritual that would awaken the Empire. They were… useful. But usefulness does not guarantee survival.
The agents of the Chaos Insurrection, who had aided the Children in escaping the Holy Foundation and in evading the Knightly Order of Kondraki, understood what the Children did not: the Daevite Empire did not care for the weak. They slaughtered the Children and completed the ritual in blood, as was always inevitable.
What should have taken centuries was accelerated by the divine power of Saint Vitrux, the great wizard whose teachings have guided our people for two hundred years. Vitrux wielded power worthy of godhood, as do many of the witches and wizards who now stand in the courts of our queens and kings.
With his hand upon the world, the lands of Europe and Asia were remade. The rulers of Daeva rose from death itself, and our invasion began in earnest.
The Chaos Insurrection unleashed their peoples alongside us, and together we shattered the old powers. From the Rising Sun lands, the Mutherland, and to the countless others who believed themselves secure, their people now serve where they were always meant to serve. Only the strong were permitted to remain above the tide.
From victory came order. The Four Kingdoms were established: Verin in the south, ruling from the hot and fertile lands of Hinstia; Ozra in the east; Vadahm in the north; and Carrion in the west.
At the heart of all stands Revelia, the city that binds the Four Kingdoms as one. There, our Empress and her court rule the entire Empire. Each kingdom bows its head, as it must, and follows the true Daevite Way.
Understand this well: the Daevite Way does not care for race or gender. It cares only for power. The Witch of Verin rose from slavery through strength alone. The Queen of Ozra claimed her throne by killing her predecessor, and still wears the woman’s skin as gloves. Such is the price of weakness. Such is the reward of strength.
We give our sacrifices to the gods. We make our offerings to the Scarlet King, the Violet Queen, and to Malor. Through them, we endure. Through them, we rise.
You may call us barbarians. Many have. You may call us evil. Many did, however briefly. But we are not the ones humanity must fear. We are the ones humanity must accept. The Daevite Empire has returned.
And all will fall to Daeva.
- Fellian Stallsworth, Knight of the Daeva Order of St. Montauk, Church of the Scarlet King