In the beginning, when the realms were cast from the breath of creation, the Creator sculpted an angel unlike any other — Vitalis. His wings were born not of flesh or feather, but of living prism, each facet a mirror of the electromagnetic spectrum that binds light and life. Through him flowed the radiant code of existence — from the fiery red of will to the serene violet of wisdom.
For eons, Vitalis stood watch as guardian of equilibrium: protector of light’s harmony and breaker of every distortion that threatened it. His tale endures through seven sagas, each carved in burning light upon the walls of celestial memory.
The First Saga: The Wicked Witch of the Twilight Vale
When the Witch wove storms of corrupted light to blind the heavens, Vitalis descended through kaleidoscopic fire. With one strike of his spectral sword, he split her shadow into seven harmless rays — each color now a redeemed fragment of her fallen heart.
The Second Saga: The Spellbounder Frog
From the swamps of forgotten dreams croaked a creature cursed by its greed for magic. It trapped voices and traded echoes for power. Vitalis found it knee-deep in misery, its words twisted into chains. He lifted the curse, transforming the frog’s croaks into chords of harmony that now echo in the rain.
The Third Saga: The War of Serpents
In the jungles between stars, serpents slithered through root and starlight, whispering deceit into the souls of mortals. Their tongues dripped with illusion. With his prism wings blazing like dawn, Vitalis struck, burning their dens to glass. Even now, shards of that glass gleam in the night sky — the relics of a righteous storm.
The Fourth Saga: The Caveman and the Swine Lords
In an age before thought, when greed first took shape, the caveman and his pig-born allies dared to steal the relics of heaven. They forged idols of pride from stolen halos. Vitalis descended upon their kingdom of mud and gold; thunder followed his cry. When the light cleared, only lessons remained — that gifts of the divine cannot be owned, only honored.
The Nightmare Controller and the Watchman of Chains
In that age of sleep and shadow, when dreams were enslaved and souls shackled to fear, Vitalis shattered the gates of illusion. The Nightmare’s chains became stars in his wake — reminders that even terror bends to light.
And thus Vitalis endures — ageless, radiant, his sword of refracted fire ever ready. For whenever darkness stirs, his wings ignite anew, scattering color through shadow and reminding all worlds that no curse, no thief, no nightmare endures beneath the spectrum of divine light.
