History: The Other Worlds
When the Silver Age ended, Earth's doors drew closed to the Mystic Realms. But that did not mark their end; the darkness had been cast out among them by Serenity's desperate gambit, even as the shattering of the chains that bound them close to the Blue Planet sent the worlds scattering.
Among them all, one world realized that its moment had come. While many worlds struggled to find a new status quo - militaristic, powerful worlds taking patronage over one or more Fairy Worlds to keep them secure and productive - one looked out, and realized it could seize them all.
Thus it began again: the ambition of the Sankt Kaiser - the Saint King of the Holy Belkan Empire - swept out across the worlds like an expanding shadow, drawing all into a conflict that would last for untellable generations. They drew on the forbidden power of demons and gods; they fused technology and magic in ways that even the wizard-engineers of Autozam could only boggle at. They created weapons that could rupture stars, and others that could puncture a world's own heart. Power that the magical warriors of the far-flung realms could only struggle to match, mastering the powers of genies, Rune Gods, developing whole schools of magic designed to match that impossible strength.
Perhaps it could only end as it did: In the end, Belka destroyed itself, the corruption of their world's magic ultimately annihilating it. Sadly, that did not actually end the long war; the Belkans rose again, riding their magnificent ultimate weapon and battleship to another desperate hundred years of war, now desperate only to find a new home.
It was the last Saint King Olivie Sagebrecht who drew the curtain on her peoples' long agony. What exactly she did - how she did it - is now lost to history, despite being so very recent. Somehow burning her life away to shatter the Belkan war machine forever, the last Saint King drew Recognition Inhibition around her final act - vanishing into the workings of history to ensure that by rendering her final actions ambiguous, the Belkan Empire would never be able to undo them. To save the people of the worlds, she destroyed her own. Now, the Belkans huddle in small enclaves, their native magic forbidden, much of their culture buried by the victors to prevent a third rise, or handled by the closely-monitored Saint Church, which follows the pacifist teachings of the final Saint King.
Those victors gathered together, for even then the next threat was plain: With the end of the great war, the demons and horrors summoned up by the Belkans over generations of war had at last been set free. Now roving unchained, the worlds knew that they would need defenses. The greatest of these organizations, led by the vast magical world known as Midchilda, became the Time-Space Administration Bureau; a good-faith army, meant to contain the relics of the war and the demons spawned by it.
Little could they imagine just how far their mandate would be pushed, as only a scant few decades after the Administration's founding, sensors went wild with an outpouring of new magic, ringing out across the cosmos. A demon of unprecedented power had appeared in a magically-rich world, a world that emerged from ancient wards amid the mayhem of the final years of the war....
The Desert King had appeared at last, surging straight out of myth, and seeking the hearts of a world called Earth.
For more information, please see: History: Clow Reed, History: Modern Times, History, Theme Primer, Theme
