In the South was a peninsula watched over by two Gods. Largely surrounded by water, it was gifted with large hauls from the seas; the plains at the shore was so fertile that it guaranteed annual substantial harvests. The residents were those who had migrated from the deserted north. Their ancestors, upon realizing the land possessed the blessing of the two Gods into account, decided they could establish a country in the middle between the south and the north. There, they could enjoy both fishing in the south and farming in the north. Two temples worshipping the two Gods were built on the embankment in the south and the cliff in the north respectively, in the hope that the Gods would bless the place forever.

        A few generations later, the land suffered from a drought, while the fish hauls drastically diminishing; the villagers were left unable even to subsist. One morning, a man led the fishermen to the temple at the shore to recite their prayer. “Oh, God of the Sea, we are your most faithful disciples. We pray that the deep sea can be free from poisonous plants, so that the fishermen can earn a living.” As the man left his home with the fishermen, his wife also led the farmers to the temple on the cliff, reciting: “Goddess of Wisdom, you are our mistress. We only wish for everlasting supply of rainwater to fall on the earth, so that the crops can prosper.”

        The fishermen and farmers ran into each other on their way back to their country. With their their hoes and harpoons pointed at each other, they criticized the Gods worshipped, each asserting the evil of the other’s God were responsible by the country’s decay. They each insisted upon their own ways, swearing that the relationship between the two sides would end if the other side would not change their religion.

        Already enraged, Poseidon slammed into the sea with his trident; a horse rose from beneath the surface and galloped towards the country. The fishermen had first knelt before the miracle; yet, as they saw a flood following closely behind the horse, they reacted charged at the farmers with their their harpoons in hand. At the moment a spear fell from the sky before thrusting into the ground. There, it grew into an enormous olive tree. The farmers held onto the trunk of the tree, hoping to serve as human-dams for the flood water, while retaliating against the fishermen with their hoes.

        The residents in the town fought each other, taking pride in punishing the supposed traitors among friends and family alike. However, the dispute between the two parties soon ended with all consumed by a flood. The Gods, left with no one to fight over, were forced to seek out believers elsewhere. Gods fought among themselves in the realm of Humans; the war while intermittent was perpetual.

        Before the war between Gods and Demons, the Gods had found the realm of Humans through a coincidence. Coveting the power of the Elder Gods, Zeus sent Gods to garrison the realm. The Gods endowed blessings upon the people with their godly powers, bringing order to nature and volume to the harvests. However, the royal authority of the human kings respective realms were unfortunately supplanted by Gods. Hence, the Gods started to involving themselves in the mortals’ power struggles while wars erupted between their worshippers claiming to be fighting on Gods’ behalf. Exploiting this opportunity, Demons developed their strength, forebodingly setting the stage of the later war between Gods and Demons.

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