Ages ago, a terrible darkness was laid upon the mantle of Heaven.  The powers of angels split asunder and fell into a state of war over the kingship of Heaven, the right to rule over miracle itself.  Various banners of war were erected and millions of angels flocked to battle.  Machines of destruction were designed that scythed through thousands, while vast fleets of ornately armored aerial battleships consumed countless swarms of angels in fiery death.  The great Wyrms of legend were awakened and mounted by the most powerful of warriors, or used to pull chariots through war-torn skies.   Once used for noble cause, now the very power and magic of Heaven; Manna, was harnessed to feed the dogs of war.  The Seraphim, magnificent in their grace, were the most glorious of angels: the captains, generals and heroes of the war.  After a timeless battle that brought ruin to the halls of the Gods, the host of angels that had rebelled against their own were cast down to the lands of men.

As they plummeted towards the earth, their broken war machines tumbling down by their sides, they began to know that they had been cursed eternally.  They would live as men, without ever having the chance to re-attain the grace and glory that was once theirs.   They would revel in miracles no longer.  In order to trap the dissidents in this world of men, their souls were fused with a stone called the Lanuth. One stone was affixed to each rebel’s chest. This stone was the prison of their soul.    Should ever their physical body be slain, their soul would still be trapped in this earthly, yet indestructible stone, forever unable to return to Heaven.

As the rebel Seraphim fell, their bodies also mutated and changed based on their very natures.  Those who would never repent of their rebellion were transformed into leather winged creatures known as Demons. Those that asked for the forgiveness of Heaven became the bird winged Angels.  Finally, those that accepted their punishment and their new home transformed into the insectile-winged Fey.

Around the globe rained down the various warships and devices of the rebels, like scattered leaves after a harvest.  Once the dusts of the earth had settled the great host of rebels awakened to find that the mortals of the land had begun to worship them as gods.  Cut off from Heaven, the Seraphim no longer had the rich magical Manna of their homeland to sustain them.  They soon learned, however, that these new human followers could provide this needed energy directly to them in the form of The Chant, a magical prayer energy that only humans could create.  Trapped on that forsaken world, cut off from the very sustenance of Heaven, the Seraphim found that this force could be used to sustain their bodies and powers.