Erebus explained the following to Inali when they were on guard duty together the first night outside of St. Etienne and then to others, who were interested enough to inquire, during current travels…
"Once, men were gods. We saw clearly and had the power to act on our discoveries. Atum-Ra stole our divinity and locked our senses.
‘Thou shalt be blind to the truth and see only that which is false! Thine powers art fettered and thine souls bound to mortal flesh.'
With these words, Atum-Ra drew power from the other Aeons and locked Humanity into the Illusion we call Reality. We are fallen angels, shipwrecked and stranded. This deception hides the fact that we are, essentially, imprisoned. For millennia men have believed that they were meant to be mortal. Fated to be the pawns and playthings of higher powers with grand designs. Destined to short, brutish lives that end with eternal punishment in some burning purgatory.
For too long we have accepted this without ever asking the Truth. We must seek the Truth and find our way to freedom."
- 'On Approaching Gnosis', Thule Anathrak, Eternal Karnath, High Priest of Set, Lord of the Black Ring
Mankind has not always been ignorant. Before the dawn of history, we had senses that could perceive the whole of Reality. We were born as gods, with power over matter and the ability to create that which we desired. Our existence on Pa'Earth, our inability to see the Truth is CAPTIVITY. Those few people who manage to break through the Illusion and into the true world may escape from the prison and regain their divinity.
There are many ways to perceive Reality. The most common is one that is centered on Atum-Ra. It was Atum-Ra that blinded us, long ago, and imprisoned us. He locked us into the Reality we now see around us and made Eden Perfection invisible to us. Perfection has been known by many names such as Tanelorn, Eden or Paradise.
Some claim that Atum-Ra created the worlds, or our part of it. In southern Europe, he calls himself the Maker. The northern men call him Zeus. It is believed that he felt threatened by Humanity. Perhaps a rule was broken, or perhaps he was Human and feared the potential of his own species. Whatever the reason, he inserted a curse into our souls, a curse that confines us to a limited view of what truly is. Up to the present, very few have managed to overcome this curse. With the aid of his servants and other Aeons, Atum-Ra has kept Humanity shackled, locked inside a prison designed to keep us ignorant.
Like pawns in a greater game, our destinies are controlled by a lost tyrant and his minions. In our prison, we live together with unknown creatures and dark forces arrayed against us. We live our lives without ever knowing what surrounds us – the things hidden behind the Illusion.
Our worlds and the known dimensions rotate around a heart of darkness, a complex clockwork of Illusion and Reality. This heart of darkness is the Citadel of Ammon-Re. In its awesome halls, fearsome beings and sacred artifacts await the return of their master.
Darkness and light emanate from the Citadel and fierce storms rage above its cloud shrouded towers. The windows are black and there are no signs of life within.
Surrounding the Citadel in a great ring are the strongholds of the Aeons and beyond those lie the cities and gardens of Eden Perfection, the first home of Humanity. Absent its intended inhabitants, Eden has fallen to ruin. Like a cancer the darkness spreads, growing and expanding – swallowing more and more of the other dimensions of space and time. Jagged, towering spires, halls filled only with echoes, and streets of littered with ancient, forgotten memories now house innumerable creatures created by Ammon-Re or his servants. Twisted to bestiality by the passage of time and the madness that comes from losing their purpose, they live in the shadow of the Citadel and all quest, in their own way, for the Truth of the master's disappearance.
Tanelorn, known as Eden to some, also hosts the remnants of worlds created by other beings. In these shadowy realms, forgotten gods and creatures that spawned our own legends roam. They make their home in the darkest of alleyways, the most wretched of dwellings, and the ravaged wreck of the once beautiful city of Eden.
It is said that there is a City of Doors from which, From the remains of Eden, one can gain access to the prisons of Humanity. It is within these prisons that we are bound – kept and confined through every state of consciousness from birth, life, death and dream. Echoes of lost legends name some of these prisons as Elysium, Limbo, and Inferno.
Humanity, in all its forms and scattered races, are spread throughout these prisons, chained to the ground by fear of the Unknown. We are limited by our own worries, fear of divine justice and anxiety that our dark actions will eventually emerge from the past and demand retribution.
The most trusted servants of Ammon-Re, the Aeons, have turned his perfect creation into a jail. They control our lives, our dreams, and the very fires of our damnation. They drive their dark designs in a constant assault upon our very souls. They are the wardens of this jail – a Jail of Night from which we much strive to escape at all cost.