The only gods Acamar knows are Ao, Selune, and Shar. He is but one of many stars that shine brilliantly, and the radiance that leaks from them becomes the energy that forms gods like Selune and Shar, that forms the aasimons that will be later be called angels, that forms the divine lattice that shakes under its own weakness as it coalesces. To put things simply, the Planescape is young. So young that Acamar is not dying, is not the hateful thing it will become. Currently, Acamar is full of hope and joy and curiosity as Lord Ao creates more and more. The aasimon are pledged to no master, and there are more of them than needed right now. They are free. Not bound to the gods as endless servants quite yet. Not bound to any one nature of good or evil.

Right now, Acamar and the aasimon are bound by nothing at all.

There are aasimon who decide to play with the stars. The stars will live incredibly long lives and in turn their minds are like children, where the aasimon are born fully formed and fully as adults due to their immortality. Planetars and Solars sing as they orbit playful stars who flicker and flare with their great joy. There is no star who loves the aasimon more than Acamar, who is unmoored from the static placements of many other stars. Acamar dances in the astral sea with their beloved aasimon companions Arkas and Penemue. They are all so flush with happiness that Acamar begins to burn out. Their radiance is spent, and they begin to fall. Arkas and Penemue don’t know what to do. They cry out for Lord Ao who doesn’t answer their cries. They beg the other stars to offer their radiance for Acamar, but the other stars fear falling as Acamar does. When Arkas and Penemue try to find Acamar again, the star has lost all brightness and is impossible to see or sense. Acamar has died alone.

But Acamar is not fully gone.

Acamar’s brooding thoughts turn to hate, and hate is powerful enough to become something real. Hate that echos and binds. Arkas and Penemue can see their friend and what they have become. They can’t change what has happened. They cannot save Acamar. They can only wait in their sorrows as the aasimon become slaves to gods that cannot bear to value them properly. That sacrifices them in petty power plays. Arkas and Penemue largely serve Selune if they can, if only because to die early would be to truly abandon Acamar. The Dawn War killed many aasimon, but they survived for Acamar. This is simply how tightly they are bound together. They know one day something will come of Acamar’s hate, and they will be ready.

But they could never be ready.

Acamar’s avatar comes to be known as The First Lord because he is the first thing to threaten the Planescape as a whole. The Primordials wanted it as a trophy but Acamar wants its destruction. Arkas and Penemue tried to warn others when they felt their coming but none took the threat seriously, for who or what could be greater than the gods? Then Acamar began to eat them. What Acamar wanted was to eat Selune and Shar who didn’t help them before, but the others would do. All to help them eat Ao who allowed their death. Arkas and Penemue couldn’t avoid the inevitable. They had to help against Acamar. They would at least try their words before coming to blows. Their lives were now forfeit to Acamar’s hate. This was the destiny they had all been bound to back when they failed their beloved star before. To wait, to suffer, to die, as Acamar had.

Barely had they a moment to speak before Acamar lashed out in recognition. The centuries didn’t allow him to remember them as friends. He remembered them as traitors. They had tricked him into thinking they were happy, only to burn them dry of radiance and kill them! Acamar couldn’t forgive it. They would never allow any of those who let them die to live if it could be helped. Arkas was struck down first, their wings shredded in an instant. They fell to their knees in a bow before Acamar. Apologies spit out in celestial song as Acamar battered their mind with all the pain they had endured. Arkas scream-sang of pain and sorrow in its purest form as they broke under Acamar’s assault. Penemue paused. Who wouldn’t when death stared you in the face? Eyes of unforgiving hate met eyes of unforgiven mistakes. Penemue didn’t fight, just as Arkas hadn’t. Penemue lowered themselves and chanted their practiced apologies and earnest feelings as their body was broken piece by piece. They never cried out. They never wavered, even as their death dirge rang out.

Some part of Acamar that didn’t hate, had hated this.

This part of Acamar was horrified at what they had done. All this time they had wanted nothing more than to feel that happiness again. To dance with their favorite aasimons once more. They hadn’t fought. They had cried apologies. What purpose did their deaths serve? The only beings that had tried to help them. Now, truly, Acamar was alone. There was no coming back from this moment. The part of Acamar that didn’t hate was separated from the rest. There was no room for them and the pain they caused the whole. No worth in anything but hate. Hate had gotten them this far. Defeat, however, was not far away.

The whole of the Planescape had come to defeat Acamar, and they did. This part of Acamar that didn’t hate was amazed by it all. So many wonderful new things they were seeing, so many races of many colors and creeds, so many inventions both beautiful and terrible, so many nations all under this one banner. If only they could’ve come in peace. If only they hadn’t had all this hate they could’ve lived like them. This part of Acamar remembered how things used to be pulled away, splitting their form from the rest, but there was a price. There is always a price for hate.

This part of Acamar that felt love, hope, and curiosity remembered nothing.