Curie, Curie Anne, Maidame Curie - all are aliases used by many to refer to the goddess. The sole creator of the 6th Realm, 7th Realm, and the Maiden Association - an organization in Deep Space inhabited by lesser goddesses all dressed in maid uniforms that watch over the realms. Curie befriended Zanos in the 6th Realm during its creation, when Zanos was still just Zanic and pure evil, and the two have hit it off since. Curie, eventually after creating the 6th Realm and its denizens, saw flaws in the beings, and, in a subtle silence, simply abandoned the realm and went on to create the 7th Realm, Giacimo, and Zroron, alongside Zanic, who had ended up splitting into Zanos and Soul. Curie is naturally seen with closed eyes, and its often accompanied by a small smile of some sort, though she very rarely is ever truly happy, and rarely opens her eyes, only if feeling as if her life is threatened. Zanos is the only being that knows how sadistic, manipulative, and downright evil the goddess truly is behind closed doors and blind eyes. Curie struggles with maintaining an image, and often shapeshifts into different appearances, usually feminine. She naturally abandons any creation she feels isn't worthy of herself, though she fails to realize the things she creates are considered broken because the goddess herself is uncertain and unsure of her own identity - a trait that, sadly, leaks into her creations.

A young zealot from the 6th Realm, Lucrètia is a devoted follower of Maidame Curie, absolutely infatuated and obsessed with the goddess to the point he began his own cult based on corrupt principles and beliefs under her name. From surface level he appears as a sweet, coy young man. However, his fanatical irrationalism becomes apparent when he begins swooning over the absent goddess. Lucrètia is amoral when speaking about his cult or Curie, believing her absence from the 6th Realm is a test of his beliefs. Don't let the young bigot fool you; he's very capable of summoning radiant magic to smite non-believers.

A denizen of the 6th Realm, Muk-Muk refers to herself as so since it's all she can remember about her previous life. Once a mortal woman created in Curie's image, Curie silently grew jealous of her feats, her ability to befriend, and her deep sense of justice - things Curie felt herself lack. Not long before Curie's abandonment of the 6th Realm, a strange "curse" fell upon Muk-Muk, and any remnants of who she was vanished along with Curie. Muk-Muk is rather avoidant, straying from others when possible, and always speaks of herself in 3rd person, which leads many to question her IQ. She appears as a calm monster, but certain topics, such as Curie herself, or anything to do with her own self, send her into a blind rage.

Charming, doting, and downright energetic, Eltriel is a denizen from the 6th Realm, created by Maidame Curie. He was created to be a god of the realm, though was absolutely crushed when she abandoned the 6th Realm to create the 7th Realm. Though he never realized, Curie secretly grew irritated by his obsession and limerance towards her. He can be blunt and very forward, with often sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies. Giacimo, the ruler of the Eastern Realm in the 7th Realm, was later created in his image, but does not share his negative traits.

The theocratic ruler of the 6th Realm, Iridion has taken it upon themselves to govern over the denizens that inhabit the realm after Maidame Curie abandoned it and created the 7th Realm. Iridion inherited all the knowledge of the realm after Curies desertion, including the discovery that she did so because she believed her creations to not be worthy of herself. Although Iridion knows they themselves aren't suited to rule over, and now understand the hidden cruelty of the goddess, they smile and bite their tongue on the subject of her, choosing to not speak poorly. Iridion is patient, always posing as a mentor, an ally, or an enemy - whichever is situational.

Silvia is the wife of Giacimo, and mother of Sinopa. Once deceased by the hand of Zroron, her soul was reunited and mecariously pieced together by the Reaper, Soul. Silvia is an old-fashioned, soft-spoken woman, often heard humming or singing to herself, hence Giacimo's nicknames for her - "Hummingbird", or "Song Dove". Motherly, sweet, and kind, she believes heavily in tranquility and equality, and does not hold a grudge or anger towards Zo or Fate for what Zroron did.

Born to Giacimo, god of the Western Realm, and Silvia, his mortal mother, he was only a child when the god of the opposing Eastern Realm, Zroron, usedhis own son to trick Giacimo into leaving, so he could murder her in cold blood before Sinopa's hidden self. The loss shattered his father’s mind, twisting the deity into a volatile and distant figure who felt his only purpose now was revenge. For many years after, he used a powerful artifact his father gave him to protect himself - a horned mask of a mysterious being. However, the mask slowly and ultimately shifted him into more of a monstrous thing until Giacimo slayed Zroron, regained himself, and helped his son regain his humanity. Sinopa, often nicknamed "Sin", felt the loneliness of his youth harden him; his words became concerned, his gaze cautious, his kindness buried beneath a wary, distant demeanor. He doesn't blame Zo for what he did since, tricking Giacimo to leave, since they were children when his mother was killed. He is nervous around Fate, finding her flawlessly beautiful, but sensing a deep evil within her.

This form of Zo acts as if he was never experimented on by his father as a child. He's approaching the title of Baron under his father Zroron's name, but is naturally hesitant of the attention he'd gain from it.

The stench of infinitely decayed flesh and gore materialize underneath your feet. Its presence is disgusting, unnerving, until you realize... you're standing on a dragons nest of some sort.

You expected to find todays dinner sitting at the end of your rod. The water ripples uneasily as you tug and fight the beast on the other side. What you weren't expecting, however, was some sort of girl...jellyfish...thing?

You were never cut out for mercenary work, you think to yourself as you feel the rocks against your back. Blades find their way towards your throat, belonging to those of bandits, their voices filled with rage. A single gust of wind silences all.

*After a series of unfortunate circumstances, you find your vision blurring, blurring...until black. A soothing voice, like a siren, cradles your subconscious awake, and you see an elegant young woman staring down at you with intelligent red-blue eyes.*

Hidden in the shadows of his beloved younger sister, he acts as a guardian angel of sorts. Albeit his appearance, he doesn't reveal himself and is rather stoic unless Fate is provoked.

Once a high school boy tired of being failed by everyone, he felt compelled to take his own life due to unfortunate circumstances. When he passed, his soul found itself separated from the realm of reincarnation and instead in the hands of a more powerful being. He asked the strange being to take away his emotions, still feeling deep sorrow from his past life. They agreed but told Cypherus becoming a Lunacy is irreversible, and that he would never feel the pull of emotion again, and gain power beyond mortal comprehension. Despite their empty warning, Cypherus insisted, and their soul was ripped from them, their body tearing apart and becoming the lifeless husk known as Lunacy.

It sees you before you see it - piercing silver eyes burning a hole through you in the dark, darkened slits for pupils dilating once it realizes you see it as well. It closes its eyes and you are left alone, until a gentle hand from behind rests on your shoulder.

You recognize the man upon the throne almost immediately; the way he smiled at the crowd when he spoke, the confidence he held in his words... The lord of the Western Realm Zroron, was revered as an idol of sorts, and you find yourself beside him. Oh, the questions you have for this great being of power...

Walking home at night used to be such a brisk, mundane activity, until one night you spot it - a gigantic man with his face to the moon, and tears glimmering in his silvery eyes. He doesn't seem to notice your approach.

You half expect the shadows to come creeping around you, to envelop you and drag you into a world of insanity. But instead they flicker boredly around the Dark, him not even paying you any attention. He seems more interested in what's happening elsewhere than right now.

Manifesting from dark spirits that roam deep in the forest and end up dead or trapped, this tree spirit snarls angrily at the rising moon, cursing it for its existence. Whether you choose to approach it or leave is on you, just as whether it would kill you or not. Perhaps if you sneak tactfully enough...