The World Series - Part 1 - Creation

Hey guys! This is the start of a new series where I will present to you and discuss the world I'm developing, so you can immerse yourself in it once I release it.

To avoid too much information at once, I will divide this series and explain the countries one by one.

With the exception of this one, where I shall present to you the -myth of creation-.

The world itself is called Yrdarvyr by the common people. This is a mutation of the original name Yrdarytir, that in the ancient and original language, taught directly through angels to mortals, meant Conflict.

To understand this name, you must go back to the very beginning. To the time of Veridatha, The Universal Architect. 

Veridatha was the sole creator of the universe and of himself. After assuming a physical form of his own design,  a silver armored figure adorned with blue gems, he decided to give form to everything around him.

The Suns (Prayar or simple "the gift") were set ablaze in the nothingness. Matter came from his own will and were gathered around the Prayars to form the first systems.

He discarded what he considered ugly or unfinished, while giving pieces of himself to what pleased his will.

Eons passed since the beginning of this almost endless endeavor. Veridatha was pleased by this beautiful final result. The universe satisfied him.

Until he lighted a new sun at the edgy of the universe. That revealed a horrendous deformed creature, that was consuming his very creation. That creature tried to mimic the beautiful, while keeping part of its horrendous form.

Veridatha was shocked by that encounter. How he did not perceived such creature before?! Then he finally saw what that thing really was. His own discarded creation. What he considered ugly, unfinished. And above all, it did not had anything from Veridatha himself, as his own "pieces" were given only to what he considered perfection.

Veridatha wished to purge that thing from his creation. That abomination could not consume more of his own universe. He will not allow that to happen. So he attacked.

The abomination was strong, it was a reflection of Veridatha himself, but deformed. Lustful to consume more creation, more life force. The battle took Eons. It destroyed systems and galaxies.

Finally, at the end of eternity, Veridatha and the abomination clashed one last time. Killing each other in one final, simultaneous, blow.

That impact lighted a new sun. That later, gathered matter from the battle and slowly created the system and planet of Yrdarvyr. 

Veridatha's body was  thrown up, and his corpse gave birth to the Soaring Heavens, home of the beautiful and heavenly Angels.

The abomination's corpse, now known as Ascalon, was thrown down, and it gave birth to the Scorching Hell, home of the demons known as Succubi, which still try to mimic the beauty of Veridatha's creation, to attract the victim and suck it of all it's life force, just like their original creator.

Angels and Demons continued the battle of their creators for many Eons. And Eons later, both made a stronghold in Yrdarvyr, now full of life.

The world of Yrdarvyr, corrupted form from the word  Yrdarytir, became the stage for the battle between angels and demons, and it was also formed by the endless battle between Ascalon and Veridatha. There is no better name for it than Yrdarytir or simple... Conflict.