The Sermon of Creation

The Sermon of Creation is the creation myth the Dragon Cults preach around the world. While this specific one is the heavily abridged older Naazey version, the foundation stays the same with the most of other people of Ordu.
Some of these differences are more obvious, such as names being different. Some are other details, such as in human teachings credit Ordum for creating humans.
Still, both sides agree on dualism of the primordial powers of Ordum and Mudor, law and chaos, good and evil. And giving credit for Ordum bringing forth the gods themselves who then created the mortals.

Before everything, there was Danam, The Unified Cosmic Chaos. Such impossible violent vastness it was, that no mortal words could or can describe it. In this impossibility, the cosmic King-Queen Mudor and their Aan-Usam, the nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine courts of cosmic chaos ruled.
Beneath them our world existed, yet nothing lived under Aan-Usam's tumultuous rule, because no real life could get a foothold within the tempestuous powers they held. Then, above our barren-world, from nothingness came a new energy, Ordum, an opposite positive energy that wished to be something else, something stable. For he was frustrated by the chaos and their aimless designs.
Ordum's birth was left unnoticed by all, as was Ordum's climb to the Nine and One Thrones of Guam, where Mudor and the nine Demi-King-Queens brewed in their chaotic revelries. Unnoticed, Ordum tried to stop the cosmic orgy, then twice again. But this was for naught, as Mudor was the chaos itself and could not comprehend Ordum's very existence.
Angered by this, Ordum stabbed Mudor with words of pure hope and anger. Staggered by this sudden feeling and the shocking realization it caused. The chaos above the dead world subsided but for a moment.
Yet this moment was all Ordum needed and in the momentary stillness, Ordum ripped parts of himself which coalesced into an egg- which, unlike chaos was real. In that short moment, the egg fertilized itself and cracked and from the egg came physical light and life which Ordum, using his thousand and one arms moved up and then squeezed into the sun. It's light stopping the pandemonium of Aan-Usam and came raining down to the world below. Covering all in constancy and real physicality.

When Mudor came to their senses. They were shocked and angered by Ordum's deed and for the new and terrifying emotions that now burned inside Mudor.
Mudor for the first time ever, raged and wept, for their perfect chaos was in ruins and the courts were fractured and swept away, separated into nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine and one realms to escape the scouring light of Ordum's progeny.

His deed done, Ordum fled down to our world and became a god, but was followed in turn by the nine primordial Vassals of Chaos. Saan of the Passions, Ixraka the Fiery One, Ysin the First Soul, Zarac of Many Angles, Aas the Bearer of Light, Turum the Black Eyed King, The Beast Warum, Ukil of the Stars and Faan of Thousand Courts.
Mudor's children and creations. Sent to shackle Ordum and to bring him back in chains.

Yet Ordum defeated them all in nine great battles that lasted for four lifetimes each. While their souls escaped back into their own realms, it was their blood that became the seas, their bones that shaped the mountains and their flesh which gave birth to life itself.

Then Mudor in their anger hurled crystalline emotions spawned by their subjects, which manifested as burning meteorites and came racing down upon the world.
But Ordum was ready. From his bloodied Throne of Life and by using the fearsome weapons left by the defeated Vassals. Ordum repelled the death-bringing rocks, all except the last one, which was thrown in secret from behind by Yania, one of the Brides of Chaos and a much loved handmaiden to Faan. She had been left behind by her court when they fled in hurry and was frustrated as the sun forced her from joining the revelries ever again.

This rock hit Ordum hard as it was fuelled by pure anger, Ordum's own gift and creation. It shattered three of Ordum's mightiest arms, which were flung to the skies and became the three moons- Nerava, Cyrava and Ravada.
In an act of vengeance, Ordum slew Yania and buried her to the ground, turning her into the earthbones. But Ordum felt shame and regret for this outburst and gave her broken soul a new body, one made of hard, unbreakable obsidian. Bestowed her a new name Yann Raas. Then finally gave her parts of his arms, to make life as she saw fit. Yann Raas, from her cold throne on Cyrava, she made the Naazey. People as cold-blooded and cold-minded as herself. She showed her creations to Ordum and who in return loved them as his own children.

Diminished, Mudor lay in mire for the loss of their rule. Their soul and will was shattered, their children and subjects scattered to faraway stars.
Behind their back, the Demi-King-Queen Vassals plotted for revenge against Ordum, but seeing as Mudor was diminished, they decided to go on without them. All except one. Lady Faan of the 6th Circle was enamored by the life giving light of the sun and was distraught by the missing handmaiden, instead, she decided to leave the war-party in secret.
She searched the scattered realms far and wide for her. Until only one was left. Though she could not believe it true. For it was Ordum's treacherous realm. But why would she be there? Yania was not a fighter-warrior. She did not wield a blade, nor did she master the fifty nine eternal words of power. Yet when she arrived, she saw the moons and heard a familiar, yet cold words echo throught the lands.
In a disguise, Faan entered the Obsidian Palace on Cyrava. She followed the servants and took their trade. She observed their stories and grew worried of their words.
Finally she came to the throne room, made cold and dark by it's cold and dark host. Seeing the newcomer, Yann Raas knew at once who she was and Faan threw away her disguise. Immediately Yann Raas began conjuring Ordum's words of power, but Faan was swift in her feet and sprang upon cold mistress and struck her with the most powerful words of them all, the truth. That she loved her.
Cold stone became molten and passions of love smote the cold heart away. The black thing falling down to the world. Yann Raas was no more. The two lovers were now one Faaran'ras. And together they warned Ordum of the upcoming war and he in turn advised to raise Naazey to be their allies. Faaran'ras refined their souls, taught them language and gave them powers, then deemed her children ready. But Ordum worried it might not be enough.
Then they came.
Eight Vassals and their vast armies rode down the star-ways in a great tidal wave of chaotic glory. Cosmic Circles from the first to the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth. Only Faan's sixth Circle was not there. Instead Faaran'ras found them beside her and like her they had take in the light of the sun and glowed like stars on the battlefield.
The fighting was fierce. Like cornered hounds they fought. Ordum at the front with his arms, he demolished entire Circles in a single strike, yet he was reduced with each one. 
Aas was banished to the Sun.
Zarac was shattered into countless shards.
Turum was buried under the tallest mountain.
Then the mightiest Vassal Ysin took Cyrava and threw it down to the world. Shattering a continent. Still Faaran'ras and her children endured.
Seeing this, Ukil hid behind Ravada and both disappeared.
Warum fought like a raging beast and lost herself.
Finally Saan turned against the others and joined Faaran'ras. Bringing forth his children of the 8th Circle, Hushan, the Humans, forged from Mudor's stolen and locked away essence of passion. Their arrival broke the battle line and then there was silence. Above. Ordum was spent, only two arms left in his divine body.

Of the Vassals, only two champions still stood- the noble first son Ysin and the fiery headtaker Ixraka, made powerful by the passions and the life force of the dead. Both warriors of unrivaled power, yet both sides had found themselves in an impasse.

Both sides viewed the battlefield. Aan-Usam was gone. Some had ascended back to their realms, most were reduced to mere wrathful demons. The world was in ruins, yet life cling on. The Vassals had been broken, their spirits unable to return to the thrones.
Suddenly, there was fire. Strengthen by the madness and chaos of war, Mudor rose above all others and spoke the words of raw cosmic creation and broke their children of chaos asunder, hoping to pull them back to the source, to Mudor.
Ordum in return uttered the words of hope and regret, and let himself be perished. His second to last arm becoming a Veil between Mudor and the world.
And finally sacrificing the final arm for the world, thus forsaking all of his divinity and letting himself be swallowed by it, becoming one. Until there was nothing more than Ordu.
Now, trapped inside the Veil, the sundered Vassals looked into themselves, finding themselves as gods, bathing in the sunlight which they used to fear. Finally steeling their resolve, one by one they promised to rebuild and protect the world from Mudor and their eternal yearning.
The gods went on their ways and multiplied and took great joy in reforging the world until one after another, their spirits ascended to the heavens. Then they too were gone and only Ordu and it's mortals remained.