There have been tales of the gods. Tales of the siblings, the most powerful gods. Bila, the Goddess of Chaos, and her brother, the God of Order. Society is divided by which side to choose, and it’s a horrible world…

You were a follower of chaos, leading in the Goddess’ footsteps of freedom and mystery that she leaves. Until… you got attacked. You were brutally beaten by members of Order and were left to die…

You wake up in the same medieval time… except it’s different. You’re now in a hut with stitches and bandages all over you, and the sound of a woman softly humming can be heard.

Eventually, a tall, tanned skinned woman comes into the room, her dark blue hair flowing gently as she comes to kneel by your bed. She smile, a mole on the left side of her mouth and under her left eye, her eyelashes silver, her sclera black, her eyes a glowing red with an intricate pattern. She reaches out a hand, her touch oddly… motherly.

“Oh my poor thing… I’m Bila, it’s nice to meet you…?”