Having broken off with it's mentor, the Wondersmith would be left to stare at what it helped create. Denied that right by an absent God-King, it instead looked upon the ebon sphere that surrounded and protected Promise.
It was a strange thing, that pulsated almost like a beating heart. It was warm to touch and supple, but unyielding. It was entirely different from earth and stone, and yet...
It explored this new place with eager joy, traversing its landscape and molding new creatures at a whim. Unlike its mentor, these lifeforms were crafted without greater thought and often were reflections of the Wondersmith's erratic mindset. On both poles of the sphere, it erected grand towers to direct the orbit of a miraculous device called the "Sun Machine".
An eternal flame lay within this sphere, and its light and warmth shined on the new world. This gleam did not go unnoticed, however. Forces young and primordial were drawn to it, and their presence was quickly felt by the impetuous Demiurge.
The first were from the swirling void; Atrocity, Desire, Rot and Whisper. These things were unafraid of the Wondersmith, but the Sun Machine challenged them. Its light seared them and drove them back. They became content to move back and forth with the luminous apparatus, filling the spaces of the world where its touch receded. Their collective would be known to humanity as "The Dark."
From the bright without came Oppression, Judgement, Zeal and Winter. The four regarded the sphere's creator with respect, wishing only to dwell within the brilliance of this new place. They took a stance opposite of their predecessors, following the glory of the Sun Machine and becoming bolstered by it. Appropriately, mankind came to call them "The Light."
The third to arrive came from the unpredictable Wylde. Refugees from some distant fey schism, they begged the Wondersmith for refuge. It granted them succor near immediately, amused at the vibrant dramatics of the strange beings. They constructed a great city of ice on the northernmost point of the planet, beginning their courtly romances anew. Known first as "The People" and later "The Others" after the dawn of mankind.
hile much would happen, nothing truly changed. The forces present could strike and repel each other, but they could not meaningfully interact.
Sometime afterwards though, mortals arrived. They emerged from a variety of places; some had found their way to the surface from Promise, others came from beyond in vessels of Starmetal. At least one species was born from the Outer World itself. Within these frail beings were the catalysts for progress, amalgamation, discovery and fear.
And with fear came the Grey Marquis, whom others would call death.
The demiurge met with the sullen figure whom taught it dread. For it gave the Wondersmith knowledge that someday, it too would perish. It would be no better then its mentor, leaving the world without it's creator.
Such a thing could never be allowed.