In the early days of Man, or perhaps even before them, Mother Songbird descended from the Glory with the Old Wyrm, her male counterpart and lover. Their couplings brought forth new gods for the fledgling mankind and Mother Songbird cared for them with all her love, even those that would come to be scorned by others. Even those that would refuse her care. Even those that would do her harm. Mother Songbird's penultimate child, the Briarsalt, did not live past its conception. It passed into Nowhere within moments, and the two titans of creation were driven mad with grief. It was prophesied that if the two had another child, Mother Songbird would be the next casualty. But they ignored the warnings. They coupled again, and in giving birth to the Demiurge, a grand power of Forge, Mother Songbird suffered a terrible wound and soon went Nowhere. Then her husband followed her. The mourning of the world was so great that it brought into existence a virulent disease. A Black Death which swept the world. slaughtering millions. Neither returned for a long whilefour hundred excruciating years, until Mother Songbird clawed her way back on broken wings, shrouded in lavender. But she was different. The caring mother had died and gone to rot, and all that was left was a jealous, broken queen. Her return heralded the tyrannical rule of the French monarchy. Now born of Nowhere, Mother Songbird can bear no children, so she curses the immortals with her jealousy. Any who are blessed with unaging life that dare bring new life into the world are commanded to devour their child, and in so doing become wretched beasts. Alukites.