The Gods came from San Marino. The singing city. A bustling metropolis placed to the west of a massive, strange rock formation, that when the wind would push through it, would create an orchestra of music unlike anything man could hope to produce. Of course the wealthy wanted to stay there. It only makes sense. But one man. Aron Solaine, the CEO of a pharmaceutical company, wanted to know more. He dug beneath the towers, he wanted to know how they did what they did. Uncover their secrets. What he found instead, would change everything. A well of energy. Pure energy. Aron believed he had just become the richest man in the world, if  only he could understand what made this well tick. So he swung a proverbial axe in to it. And when it found purchase, The Gods came from San Marino.

Beings of pure energy poured from the crack. Hundreds of them, the force of which began opening cracks in the rest of the world. New York, London, New Delhi, Moscow, Pyeongyang. The Gods came from San Marino, but they pushed their family out across the globe. These Gods couldn't hold form themselves. They needed vessels. Humans, or animals, or plants. anything that could hold their spirit. And so they did. Now, without warning, you could be talking to someone, and lose them forever as a being from a world incomprehensible to anyone with flesh would steal them away, wearing their face until the end of time. 

Aron Saw opportunity. Here was a race of powerful, damn near magical beings, all who had no idea how the world worked. He could take advantage. He used his platform. His knowledge of the crack in reality to send a message to each of them. "Come to Me. There is Profit to be had" They heeded his call. And he was right. Aron learned early that these "Gods" needed humanity far more than humanity would need them in the years to come. They were bound by laws that none could understand. Not allowed to directly interfere in our affairs, unless we would allow them to. So Aron had a plan. He would form a company. Do the God's will. Take Contracts. And in return, they will bless you. Share that energy from beyond our universe with you. So he started Pantheon. And to announce this, one day, in every city with a well of power, a massive, spiraling tower of undefinable make, or dimensions emerged. Each named for a kingdom of the Gods from the myths of our earth. Heliopolis, Valhalla, Olympus, Du'at. If people so wished, they could go to these pillars of Pantheon, and take jobs from the Gods, now calling themselves "Patrons" in exchange for having their wildest dreams granted.

But the consequences were not just Gods. Funnels of pure magic were emptying out into the world Unstoppably so. Our world didn't just have Gods. It had monsters. It had magic. The landscape changed forever, the very force of magic as available as air, or water. So just as with any other natural resource, the corporations gained control once again. Everyone sees magic now. It's everywhere you look. It has been 20 years since the Gods first arrived, and Earth is unrecognizable, yet refuses to change.