Once there was two deities; Hyrath the god of war and Mira the goddess of fertility; they had decided to find peaceful lands and sculpt the Drakeith from the purple soil, the life sprung into them. The gods vanished from there and left to bring a child into the world. The Drakeith were a peaceful, wise and strong race with them taking pride in this and keeping away from the other races. One day; Hyrath and Mira came back and introduced their daughter now grown and their child start to plot against them, sewing the seeds of doubt and telepathically leaving seeds of doubt, "what is the point of such greatness if one cannot use it?" and other words along the lines of, "wouldn't it be nice to get a slave to do this work for you instead?" The split was made clear with the two deities noticing their daughter doing this. Hyrath demanded Myraith seize her actions at once.
Myraith didn't budge and so; her parents took their power and went to crush the rebellion at once; Myraith standing in the way of her parents left no choice but to birth the lands of new beast, the creatures filling the once quiet lands. The food supply being eaten by the monsters; the Drakeith who rebelled had no choice but to hunt and eat the monsters; said rebels started to twist and change as the men and women grew sharp claws, large fangs, long tails with a sharp bladed end, curled horns and the men becoming shorter and the women becoming taller, their minds gone feral with them turning on one another. At first the young goddess panicked until a twisted smile grew on her face; Myraith used this to her advantage as she honed their bloodlust and anger towards the other Drakeiths as she got their minds honed in on those who dared not to rebel; now with their minds focused on war, fighting and the thrill of the fight in sight. Hyrath and Mira seeing their plan back fired fend off their own child but not wanting to hurt her and all the while the rebel Drakeith lay waste to every man, woman and child who had not joined their cause.
Myraith did not get the last laugh with her parents leaving to join the other gods above them, Myraith now alone to rule over her people, goading them into wars and using them for what they were meant for, Myraith remembering all the stories of her father telling her about the conquest and battles of the day he saw and this entertainment was no different to Myraith, win or lose; she enjoyed seeing the battles all the same. They got their spoils of war and she got her entertainment, it all works out for her. A sinking feeling sits in her chest and all the while the feral nature of her people starts to calm, she flares that feeling back inside them once she's bored again and continues onward with others exhibiting more monster-like traits.
