Momma Seer told me this one...
Once upon a time, there was a moth god named Lumen. Lumen was not the creator of the moths, but rather a separate deity inspired by them to take a physical form similar to theirs. Lumen did not invent the dream, but he did innovate it, coming up with various things that brought the moths joy and protection- the dream nail was originally his work, but this was ultimately forgotten. As Lumen continued to win over the moths, their creator, the Radiance, grew increasingly envious. While the moths loved the Radiance, Lumen was humble and entertaining, so they found themselves relating to and bonding with him to greater levels. The Radiance allowed this to stoke her paranoia, beginning to fear that Lumen, and in turn that perhaps everyone, was out to turn the Moths away from her. With no family or therapy of any sort, this paranoia reached a climax when a small group of moths declared that they were going to leave the moth tribe to worship Lumen in the ancient basin. The radiance not only denied this claim, but she also took her refusal to the extreme and finally decided to cut the head off of the wyrm. She took a mortal form (something that, unlike Lumen, brought her much frustration), jumping Lumen in his sleep and stabbing him to death. Lumen's body died, but in the dream, he lived on. Lumen sank into the darkness as he slowly processed what had happened to him. Lumen was consumed with spite, with hatred, with wrath and disappointment that it had all ended like this- so pathetically, so pointlessly. Lumen hated the gods; he hated the moths, he hated the light, and more strongly than all 3 before, he hated good. Heroism. All the kind, decent things that had abandoned him. Finally, after spending that time stewing in those negative emotions and festering in the darkness, Lumen made a decision.
If he could not rule with peace? He would rule with chaos. If he could not embrace the moths? Then all would know Lumen's twisted love. If he could not guide his children with love? He would bind them with fear. If he could not be the king of dreams? Then he would be the king of nightmares.
















