Iblees, the Fallen One, is the first Fallen Daemon, and was once one of the greatest worshipers to the Mighty and Benevolent Creator. A heretofore squalid protector of the Void, and Kin spirits to the Aenguls was plagued by the atrocity implanted into his mind, he was the source of the curse imposed on the four brothers, Malin, Krug, Urguan, and Horen. Iblees led the Undead in their assault upon the world of Aegis and after the success of the Champions in sealing off the Nether, unleashed his own rage upon the Cloud Temple of Aegis. The status of Iblees was not entirely known for over a hundred years, with some claiming that he never really left and others saying he has been vanquished for good. Such changed in Athera, where after an expedition to some ancient looking ruins, he was released once more into the world. Much of what is known about Iblees was written by the Wandering Wizard in the Ancient History.
From the Seven Skies Iblees descended, the fallen of the brethren of Aenguls and Daemons, he took form as a kind and gentle man who loved all things delicate and pure. He was quick to befriend Horen, Malin, and Urguan, but Krug held doubts. After the three brothers' persistence into trusting the stranger, Iblees was forced to turn to a different method in dealing with Krug. For discernment unknown, Iblees had the will and drive to raze all God had created. His drive for complete and utter destruction fueled his devious plots to ruin the realm of Aegis and sowed seeds of seeds of evil into the minds of the four brothers, prying on their needs and lusts.
To Malin, lover of nature, he promised him many children. He promised him that their laughter would resonate across their forest homes and that he would be content. Malin did not want anything more in this world than a bountiful amount of young to occupy the barren forests. To Urguan, he promised infinite wealth of Gems and Ores, colours and crystals he could never imagine. To this, Urguan's greed failed him. To Horen, his anxiety came in the form of wishing to see his great cities and settlements living to their full potential. He begged for longevity, and desired nothing more than time, and Iblees struck the cord and promised immortality. Krug was the most resilient to Iblees' deception. Unwavering to greed, lust, and envy, Iblees grew furious over Krug's adamant mindset. He then challenged Iblees to open combat in rage.
The Transformation and Defeat
The whole world witnessed Iblees' transformation into a hideous beast of the void. His skin turned into scales, fangs erupted and dark horns exploded from his head. He grew large wings and began to breath terrible fire. All stood in shock and horror as the man they once trusted became a demon, a harbinger of death and misfortune. The beast terrified all inhabitants of Aegis. Animals fled, and the sons of the Descendants were too weak of blood to stand before a being of such evil and fury. Only the sons Malin, Urguan, Horen and Krug were able to withstand the evil. In Iblees' right hand, a sword wrought in flame emerged. Krug, naked and unarmed charged at the Daemon, throwing himself against the scalding scales of Iblees. He screamed in agony as his skin burned and decayed, becoming green and molten. Iblees was knocked off his feet. He stood up, heaving in rage and fury as flames exploded from the pores of his skin, he roared in anger and where he struck his sword the land collapsed and the ground erupted.
And lo, great was the valour of Urguan and the strength of Krug as they fought the beast. Powerful were the arms that carried Krug's Axe and strong was Horen's heart as they fought in open combat upon the plains of Aegis. Malin's sword was fast and swift, smiting Iblees upon his breast and sides. For thirty years The Descendants fought Iblees, the world became a war torn mess. The dead were defiled, summoned from their graves to follow Iblees' mastery. The more mortal descendants died, the greater Iblees' armies grew. It was a sad chapter in the World of Aegis, and in an act of prayer, the brothers threw up their arms to God in prayer and in agony. Their creations destroyed, their children massacred, woe to the Sons of Man and Woman.
Krug grew bitter, his resentment of his brothers increased for befriending such a beast. Urguan grew greedy, he fought chivalrously but began to hide his treasures underground. Malin feared for the lives of his children and did not leave his forest sanctuary. Horen was too ambitious, too weak of a leader, many of his people fought for Iblees and many of them died of recklessness. It seemed the world was destined for ruin. Iblees grew in strength and the Descendants weakened, until one day, with their courage aggregated. Beautiful horns echoing all across the skies of Aegis. God had heard their prayers. An army of Aenguls and Daemons from the seven skies had appeared on the grand shores of Aegis. Their majesty and beauty so strong that all The Descendants could see was a flash of power white light erupt from the east. Only Malin with his strong sight could see the figures of light as they sped across the skies towards the armies of Iblees.
Iblees' soldiers burned where they stood. The thousands of Skeletons and Zombies burst into a fiery inferno, and his living servants fled. In the middle of the world, he was cast down and chained by the Aenguls and Daemons. A robed figure with brown hair and a black wreathed apparition stood before him. They were a terrible image to look at, all shyed down and bowed in their majesty and glory. They stood before Iblees, knowing he was immortal and could not be killed, sentencing him to banishment to the void where his dark soul would be forever trapped in torment.
Before they could complete the sentence, Iblees stood tall for one last time. “You believe you may simply banish me from this plane and that my taint shall not last? I have touched this world with evil and it shall forever be part of the souls that inhabit it. Malin, I curse you with sterility, you and your kin shall forever lack the children they need. May your forest halls forever be silent, and your hearts heavy with sadness. Urguan, your greed and lust shall overcome you, you are not worthy of the height God gave you, your descendants shall be short, squalid and ugly. You will always seek to find Gold and Gems in the deep underground of the earth, your hunger never satisfied. Horen, you wish immortality? I will curse you with the opposite, early death for you and your kin. You shall age quickly and die before you experience the fruits of your useless labour. And you Krug, the most hated of The Descendants, you shall always have the lust of war. You are strong? Well, the strength shall be used against your brothers, used to pillage and murder! Your lust for battle shall be unsatisfied and your descendants shall grow ugly and heartless.” As soon as his words were uttered, the world grew suddenly dark. A great roar erupted from Iblees' mouth and in a blast of fire he was banished from the Mortal World.
The Resettlement of Aegis and Rise of the Undead
After a long and prosperous era of peace, Aegis began to settle. The aftermath left the world scarred and deserted. The eventual death of the four brothers and their pure, untainted kin was inevitable, and soon, the rise of the cursed kin of the Four Brothers rebuilt the world.
The Humans settled the northern parts of Aegis, choosing to establish a great kingdom, named after their forefathers to died to bring them peace. This was to be named the Great Kingdom of Oren. The Dwarves, retreating to their caves in search for jewels, founded the Great Kingdom of Kal'Urguan, christened after their father; Urguan. The Orcs, finding the sands of the east to be ideal to found a nation of battle-hardened brutes, named their Great Kingdom after their father; Krug, officially calling it Krugmar.
And lastly, the forest-dwelling sons of Malin sought tranquility within the growth, founded their Great Princedom of Malinor, named after their own father. Their tranquility, however, was not to last. The descendants of the Four Sons began to quarrel and fight, their respective curses growing into trees of hatred.