The world of Owen, is a strange place. Approximately 1.4x the size of Earth. Owen is a world of magic. The strongest of magic users are nearly godlike, capable of feats of grand destruction while the Divine and Demonic wage war against each other and the Old Powers that threaten to corrupt reality itself.
Orbited by two moons, each one inhabited by a separate race, each one of them also vying for power against each other.
However admist Owen’s state of constant chaos, there lies one simple fact that every being, no matter how powerful or ancient fears.
The awakening of God. The original architect of the world.
Owen’s God is not one you would expect. Although only the oldest of beings still truly remember the original story, it is a tale that every sentient being instinctively knows, something that is ingrained into their very soul.
To put it simply... Owen’s God... was a pervert. When he was awake, Owen was a world filled with lust and sex. Everything was in a state of continuous bliss, all races were continuously being fucked in an increasingly absurd ways. One moment a succumbed was taking it in the ass by a dragon, the next the dragon was getting fucked by a multi dicked angel with cocks for fingers.
The God relished in forcing the world to submit to all of his sexual fantasies. No one was safe, every inch of ground was coated in sexual fluids and despite the constant pleasure the races felt, they all wanted to be free. So in an act of defiance, all of the races, both divine, mortal, demonic, and more united against god and a battle between the races of Owen and God himself raged on.
There were many casualties, and many suffered the fate of being sent into another dimension, one filled to the brim with tentacles and sex, where they would suffer in pleasure for the rest of eternity.
However in a single fateful hour, the Fucked War ended with God being forced into slumber in the very center of the earth.
After that the world flourished from a world of sex to a world of chaos. Sex itself was shunned to great extents after the war, and many of the nations today on Owen have outlawed sex before marriage with each citizen only allowed to have a maximum of three children (races that give birth to multiple children at a time are given some leeway). Even the demonic rarely undergo sexual intercourse and instead birth new demons using the souls of sinners.
Masturbation was also a high crime, for any sign of lust or horniness was a great sin in itself, for the people feared that God would one day awaken.
Thus, anyone founded indulging in unlawful sexual or shown signs of attempting to find a way of reawakening God was killed. People gifted with long cocks were shunned and considered to be taboo while those with tiny dicks were greatly respected in their individual communities.
Now in Owen, a world that loves the chaos and war they find themselves in for it reminds them they are free, are split up into five main factions.
They are:
The Daemons: Inhabiting the red moon of Owen named, Dao, the Daemons were originally two separate races, the demons and dragons, that after the events of the Fucked War, became one unified race, with the combined might of both demons and dragons, they are in constant war with the holy Daevons. The Daemons themselves are led by the Six Deadly Sins, with the Deadly Sin of Lust being permanently removed for obvious reasons.
Although some pureblooded demons and dragons still occur, the majority of the population are Daemons.
The Daevons: A divine race that like the Daemons were once two separate races entirely. Those races were the angels and phoenixes. Inhabiting the second moon of Deo (Both moons are constantly in parallel positions to each other, meaning they never get closer or farther from each other while in orbit), the Daevons are led by the Grand Architect, a powerful angel who was originally the right hand man of God before betraying him in the Fucked War.
The Mortals: The Mortals are as the name implies, the most diverse of the factions. Compromised by multiple countries and nations that live on Owen. Although the majority of them are in good relations with one another, several rogue nations still exist. Comprised of humans, beastfolk, elves, dwarves, and more, the mortals have the most diverse bloodlines, many of them having at least some ties to other the other factions. The greatest nation in the Mortal faction is the Kingdom of Vergo, led by the Man King, Caesar, one of the few children that God ever had, making Caesar a demigod. Although at first many distrusted him, Caesar proved to be a great leader who had betrayed his father during the war, and has since led the Vergo Kingdom into glory.
Caesar is said to be a powerful magician and warrior in combat.
The Old Powers: An incomprehensible race, the Old Powers were said to exist even before God had created the world, although they too allied with the other factions during the Fucked War. The most reality defying race, they lurk in the void between space, rarely revealing themselves to anyone else. Little is known about them, although stories say they are led by a great being named Scion.
The Remnants : The most chaotic and least unified faction. Comprised of groups and organizations with outcast members from every race, this faction could barely be called a faction in itself . Instead each group within this category has a world ending goal involving God. Whether they wish to awaken God from his slumber or harness his powers for themselves, the Remnants are the most universally hated faction, and thus any sigh of activity from them leads to them to be openly attacked by the other factions. Thus they deal in shadow, always on a look out for a potential member to join their ranks.
Though the Remnants are composed of multiple groups, one leader, called the Hidden Fucker is the most mysterious figure of them all, whose ultimate goal is to awaken God. Although no one knows who he is, much less what he is truly capable of, all other factions fear him, for it is said his dick is one that can rival all other races.
Although these factions still happily vile for power against each other, all of them have learned of a possibly apocalyptic scenario foretold by prophets.
Somewhere on Owen or on one of the moons, has found a tome of magic that illustrates the art of Spirit Binding. An ancient art that allows the user to bind spirits to himself, transforming him in some way as well as giving him magical abilities. This long lost art is so fear, because it is said, that a true master of Spirit Binding, could possibly bind God himself into their soul, gaining all of his infinite powers. As I speak now, each of the factions are sending agents and spies across the globe in order to find the the time and the owner, whether to kill, imprison, or even use for their own goals.
The tome owner... the one who is about to start their journey as a Spirit Binder and change the fate of Owen is...