<em>Much had changed in the realm of the Gods after they had populated the world with their offspring. The Godesses had less and less to say in matters, and with the dissapearance of Cheitunturnray the women now had one less vote in the Council of the Gods, leaving the men in majority. Ceraleghangray were mighty displeased by the way their plan had backfired, he had lost his mate and was now the last dragon. He started isolating himself more and more, but still gave the male side his vote, on a general principle. Gunbumble wasn't pleased either, he had been preasured to side against his wife and the rest of the females, but he dared not go against the Gods now that they were firmly in power. The women had less and less power, until the men removed their rights to vote all together. They were still alloved to sit in on Council meetings, but were not allowed to speak.<br/>Down on Bacchanalia things could have been better aswell. The females were viewed as the weaker sex, and since the men had the full support of their Gods, they were in complete control. To make matters worse, Khazak-Thur's design was flawed, making the women suffer needlessly during childbirth. They also bled from their sex once a month, a testament to Khazak-Thur's error and the betrayal that resulted in the women's lot in life.<br/>The women all suffered under the male rule for ages, their blood spilling on the ground each month untill suddenly, two vampires, man and woman, rose from the sea. Their names were Count Skelos von Drakenhoff and Baroness Ilsbethory van Doom and they both dressed in black, liked capes, had a fetish for tophats, never smiled and spoke with a strange accent. The blood on the ground and the womens despair had called to them and Death followed in their wake. They called to the Gods: "Open the gateth and let uth in! The blood hath awoken uth from our thlumber and we demand thatithfaction!" to wich the Gods answer was: "Say what now?"<br/>The Gods held council and decided that they did not want to let those two wierd creatures into Heaven. They called back: "Terribly sorry, but we are filled to capacity up here. There are 13 on the Council of Gods, and as you know, 13 being a sacred number and all, we can't possibly let anyone in, our hands are tied." The vampires faces turned red in anger (as red as their pale faces could be, anyway) and they replied: "Fine! We don't want to live in no thiny palathe anyway! We hate the thun! We will go live underground and claim the Kingdom of Death ath our own!" And so they did.<br/>The vampires moved into the Kingdom of Death, just as they had promissed, and the people, who had up until now been immortal, started dying of disease, violence and old age (although most often not at the same time).<br/>The people lived and died and the Gods held court in heaven untill suddenly, two drow, one man and one woman, rose from the sea. Their names were N'tinroth and Ach'ild'aen and they proudly marched up to the gates of heaven and demanded entrance. This put the Gods in a bind. If they let the Drow in they would have to let the vampires in, wich noone were very keen on, since they seemed to be the kind of people that moped about, read depressing poetry and complained about how dreadfull life was. Even though Bacchus was very keen on some "Drow ass" (and vampire ass for that matter) the Gods denied the Drow entrance in the interest of keeping the vampires away. The Drow took this very badly, and swore vengance. They moved underground and started plotting. Or rather, N'tinroth plotted and Ach'ild'aen helped in anyway she could. Their relationship was not an equal one and N'tinroth could be very cruel to his wife. Together they invented magic, to level the playing field, but nothing they came up with seemed to be enough to gain them entry into heaven. Finally, N'tinroth came up with the solution. He claimed the night as his realm and demanded entry to heaven so he could watch over his domain like a proper God. The Gods didn't like that one bit, but it seemed like they would have no choice but to let the Drow in. A compromise was made. They would gain entry and become proper Gods. Furthermore, Ach'ild'aen would be altered so she could bear N'tinroth's offspring. But neither of them would get a vote in the Council, but they were alowed to sit in on the meetings.<br/>N'tinroth started plotting his revenge as soon as he was made God. He kept his wife pregnant, so his servant race would grow strong and numerous. The Drow moved underground to honor their God, as he had lived underground for the first part of his existance. N'tinroth spread lies and mistrust among the Gods, and whispered poison in their ears. He convinced the men that the women was plotting their destruction, and they would  be wise to strike first. During these turbulent times, as N'tinroth spread his lies, the Gods attention was focused elsewhere than Bacchanalia, and the people suffered for it. Wars and famine and pestilence swept the nations, and the Halls of the Dead were filled with new souls at an alarming rate.<br/>Finally the Gods, paranoid beyond reason, launched an attack on their wives, planning to put them in shackles forever. Once more war raged across the Heavens, but this time it looked like the war would have a winner. The women had been stripped of more and more of their power during the men's reign, and even though they fought valiantly they seemed to be doomed. But then N'tinroth struck. With the Gods attention elsewhere, he trapped them and stripped them of their power, to late did they learn of his treachery. But just as he was about to proclaim himself Supreme God of all Existance, Ach'ild'aen slipped a poisoned dagger into his back. That broke his spell and the Gods were free once more. Once N'tinroth had been put in chains, it seemed like the struggle would continue. At the last minute it was agreed that the women would get their votes back and they could once again sit as full members of the Council. But the first motion the women put before the Council was a motion that would put the women in charge with the men stripped of their votes and their power. The men laughed at this, they knew they still had the majority with Cheitunturnray missing. To their suprise, Ceraleghangray cast his vote in favor of the motion and it passed. Forced to obey the Council's ruling, the Gods were stripped of vote and rank. And so it was that the Godesses came to rule both Heaven and Bacchanalia.</em>