With the sudden appearance of The Light One, The Dark One's first thought was to defend itself from the Light, which burned and seared him. The Light One defended itself with great force, the Dark One was thrust away, and the Void was created between them. Both of the Beings were injured, as they were mirrors of each other. They bled, the plasma creating Azyuus, or Stars.
Chaos, a powerful and very destructive matter was created in the battle. Unstable, the matter combined with Azyuus and the Void to create a third being; Athius.
Athius knew he had not the power near that of the other Beings and he cared little. However, he grew bored. When The Light One started to shape the Block, Athius grew interested. As springs of water sprouted up, Life followed. Athius hid himself from The Light One and grew closer to the little beings. Life, complex and beautiful, interested him to no end. However, it seemed incomplete. This saddened Athius, now infatuated with the work of The Light One. Gathering what Chaos was left, he created the Souls. Extremely powerful and malleable, they fit into the little beings perfectly.
However, when the life was snuffed out, the Soul was unstable and explosive. He, Athius, knew this could not be. Turning his attention to an abandoned project of The Light One’s, he linked the Souls with this place. The realm was of fire and darkness, far from the Light, perfect for the project of his.
However, he had not realized that The Light One had not completely abandoned this realm. Pigmen, creatures who has been created to survive purely off of heat, had been created. These Pigmen, soulless and incomplete, had been twisted by the power of the Souls linked here. They changed, losing some sentience, keeping only the sense of a tribe.
As souls gathered amass, Athius had concentrated them into a fine powder, to try and hide them from The Light One. A spark of Life fell upon this Soul Sand and formed the Ghast, a creature that rode the heat drafts, was made of pure Souls. However, the memories of the past creatures and their deaths filled these Ghasts with sadness and anger. A single tear of one of these creatures would empower a Pigman with the strength of ten.
Men had ventured into the realm and named it The Nether. And it was so.
By: PenitusVox