I am Alveron, one of the first, one of the Elders of twelve. We, I, existed long before the one called the Alpha & Omega. Not to be disrespectful but rightly forward. We, omnipotent, were silent but alive, awake, but had lost the talent of touch, emotion, and yet, we were. There were pitch and patches of unborn universes, thoughts, and in the distance, darkness, and shadows of obscure meaning.
Then, two thousand years before the heavens and the earth, seven things were created: the Book of Avalon written with black stone on white marble; the Celestial Throne, erected in the third Circle of Eternity; Elvindor on the right side of the one who would become known as Eldric, Hell on the left side; the Celestial Sanctuary directly in front of Eldritch, having a jewel on its altar graven with the name Elvindor, and a Voice that whispers aloud, "Return to the path you came, come this way upon your own demise, turn back now, turn back."