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A long time ago when the gods had just caused the earth and the beings on it to be, they decided to make one more. A creature so beautiful that whoever looked upon it would rejoice at its beauty. And in truth it was a marvel to behold! The gods made this creature in their image so it was without a doubt beautiful. They bestowed many different gifts upon their new creations but among them all, the best was intelligence. They developed this gift among all their others. They were pleased with their creations and were happy.
But after a few thousand years the eldest of the eight gods, Alykrise, saw that their gift had turned out to be a double-edged sword. As he went through their creations, unseen as was the way of the gods, he watched them closely. He saw some who had in fact made good use of their gift, which pleased him. But he saw the others look at each other in suspicion and fear. Why did they do such a thing? They had made sure that their lives were filled with joys. What reason did they have to stare at each other in that manner? In this time Alykrise had no notion of hate but in this time he saw one of their own killing another.
Alykrise was deeply troubled. The gods held council. "Is this problem very serious?" Chanael, the third eldest asked.
Alykrise nodded gravely. "I believe so my brothers." As soon as he said this the other gods bowed their heads.
"Then we have no choice." Bronpe, the second to the youngest, said sadly.
"Is destroying them the only solution? Surely there is something we can do." the fifth child, Drakae, pleaded.
Alykrise shook his head sorrowfully. Their only sister, Daramil, rose suddenly. "That's it? You're just going to give up? No!"
"There is no other way-" Mrinko, fourth to the eldest, tried to reason.
"When there's a will, there's a way. We just have to find out what it is." She defended. Daramil was the youngest child. The brothers loved her very much and usually let her have her way but they saw no way of accomplishing that now.
"Perhaps we could isolate the creatures?" Kaltro, the second son, suggested.
"Would isolation really work? The creatures could breed and multiply anyway." Bronpe pointed out.
"Is there really no more hope?" Mrinko asked.
"Can any of you foresee any other way?" Alykrise asked.
"What if we deform the offending creatures?" Daramil suggested.
"Deform them?"
"Yes! Make them as ugly and unsightly as their thoughts and actions. It would also serve as a warning to everyone else that they are evil."
They appeared to think it over. "That's brilliant!" Kaltro enthused.
"How did you think of it?" they asked. She shrugged in reply.
They set to work immediately. They made it so that those who had done foul actions and thought evil thoughts were turned as soon as they had done it. Their flesh became rough hides and scales. Their eyes bulged out and their blood was turned green. They were an abomination to all who saw them. These they called demyonis.
Soon after that, Daramil was kidnapped! Search as they would her brothers found no trace of her. Till this day they search and mourn for her.

*** For those of you confused by my story up there this is the order of all the eight gods according to age 1. Alykrise 2. Kaltro 3. Chanael 4. Mrinko 5. Drakae 6. Jianes 7. Bronpe 8. Daramil