The ancient universe that spanned across time and space was one of layered complexity—eight prime Realms stretched like cosmic titans, each ruled by a supreme power known as a God Clan. These Clans were the epitome of racial, martial, and spiritual supremacy, each rooted in ancient legacies that predated memory.
The Doom Clan of the Asuras—dark, ominous, and bathed in an eternal crimson mist—reigned in the Nether Realm, where bloodlines were measured in death and strength was carved through war. Their ancestors, seven of them, all stood tall in the God Realm, unchallenged pillars of power. Most feared among them was Doominy Ruth, an arrogant matriarch of unspeakable might and cunning.
Opposing Doom were seven other God Clans:
Tatsuya Clan – Rulers of the Draconic Peaks, dragonkind whose might shook mountains and tore through laws of nature. Sapientia – Qilin-blooded seers of destiny, wielding time and wisdom like blades. Sprite Alliance – Elemental sprites bonded by natural laws, agile and elusive. Yahweh Clan – Angels of holy light, pure and fierce, longstanding enemies of the Doom Clan. Sacrum Empire – Humans who stood atop ingenuity and vast numbers. Beast Alliance – Three apex beast clans: Griffins, Phoenixes, and Devouring Serpents, formed a triad of ancient
Lastly. The Pantheon God Clan- not much is known about them since they are very mysterious and powerful and is the only clan who doesn't allow the other clans to create sub clans on their plane, though all the above clans can be called "God Clans" because of the existence of the God realm ancestors in their midst, the pantheon God clan belong a species of beings who are genuine Gods, there are rumors that the angel clan work for them but so far no one has verified anything.
These Clans shared a fragile peace, broken frequently by blood-soaked wars and sacred competitions to determine supremacy. At the heart of this tangled universe lay the story of a boy named Desmond Doom.
Born to Foster and Ivy—Foster being the elder brother of the Doom Patriarch—Desmond's existence was neither favoured nor shunned. Foster, the strongest member of the current generation, had never sought the patriarchal throne despite standing in the Emperor Realm. Ivy, a gentle but fiercely intelligent woman, nurtured her son with genuine love. Desmond, by age ten, had already displayed signs of quiet brilliance—sharp eyes that missed nothing, and a disposition colder than the cruelest winds in the Nether Realm.
He was not cruel, but calculating. Not impulsive, but cautious. A demon forged of intellect, not temper.
By Doom tradition, cultivation began at age fifteen. The bloodline awakening ceremony would determine one's purity grade—from Dao Grade to the fabled God Grade, the latter being the exclusive domain of the ancient ancestors. No one expected Desmond to awaken anything extraordinary. His aura was calm, too calm, and his spiritual pulse was buried beneath silence.