Many years ago, in the heat of the god wars, there was a tribe of outcasts. Some had spoken ill of their gods and been exiled. Some had committed crimes, and fled to escape punishment. But they were all joined in their anger and vengefulness. Among this pack of misfits a man named Jacob Quaiyne /*Yes, like Kane from TS*/. One day while gathering food for his tribe Quaiyne's hunting party was attacked by a great blood-red beast. Only Quaiyne survived, as he was rescued by an angel.
"What can I do to thank you friend" Quaiyne asked the heavenly figure.
"All I wish for is your servitude," Responded the towering figure. He told Quaiyne of a stone that held untold power, and told him of its secret powers. He told Quaiyne to learn how to use the stone, and help him use it against the angels of good.
From that day forward, Quaiyne became obsessed with the strange stone. As he examined it his mind grew. He crafted beautiful weapons with skill matched only by the most experienced Luchiurp. He enchanted the stone and created magics that Amurite Mages would envy. As his obsession with the stone grew, his intellect grew. And yet his sanity diminished.
However, eventually the god's warring found its way to Quaiyne's peaceful village. He was caught in the middle of one battle while gathering more of the stone. He watched as angel fought angel. Then he saw him, the angel that had helped him so long ago, summoning the same beasts that had killed his friends. He realized that this angel, Agares, had betrayed him.
Quickly he returned to his workshop and destroyed all of his creations. He smashed the armors and swords, the statues and figures. He littered the village with rubble of the stone. He peered out the window, and viewed the villagers as they went about their days. His sense of right and wrong were dead, and his rational thought was no more.
He then made up his greatest enchantment of all. As he chanted the runes, the shards of rock turned to a green mist that enveloped the town. His friends screamed as the stones fused with their flesh, deforming their bodies and remaking them as monsters.
With nothing but blind fury guiding the monsters, they went out to destroy anything in their paths. Among them was Quaiyne. His conscience was gone. His mortality was gone. He and his monsters descended on the battlefield, attacking angels regardless of their alignment. Fighting the abominations was useless, as swords could not scratch them, maces could not dent them. They grew more powerful by the second, absorbing magic from the battles and feeding on the life of the mortal world. Their power surpassed even Agares himself. He had only one option. He had to banish them from this world. He cast the creations from the earth to a place where they could never bother him again.
The centuries of wear that has afflicted them has no doubt weakened these monsters, but they are still out there. Their separation from the mortal realm removed their immortality, and with Agares influence waning, the stones from which they were created have become scarce. And though he has lost his insanity, Quaiyne has kept his intelligence. He knows that some day, the planes will become weak enough for his minions to return to the earth, and regain their power.