My very allegorical history of the Jani

The Creator, Ryntawae, made the world. He created life and placed it on the world. He designed everything to his satisfaction. Ryntawae also created beings to help him with his work. He gave small powers to these beings and called them Svindar. The Svindar were like messengers to the people who lived on the earth. The people tended it, and harvested the fruit from their work. The people were happy and they worshipped the creator.
But then one of the Svindar decided that he was better than the people who worked the earth, and he asked Ryntawae why the Svindar served the people. He thought that he should not have to serve the people. He said that the Svindar were higher beings, and should be be defiled by serving people lower than themselves.
But the people were confused. This rebellion against Ryntawae was unthought-of. Some of the people started to think of going their own way, and not worshipping the Creator. So, the people split; those who worshipped Ryntawae stayed in the beautiful places, and those who rejected him ran from his presence. They made their home in other places, and never told their children of the Creator. These later generations grew up without know their maker. Those who still worshipped the Creator mourned the loss of these generations. Because they stayed faithful, the Creator gave these few long lives.
The men in the new generations who did not know the Creator had a hard life, and they did not understand the earth they lived on. The Creator saw them and felt love for them, because he had created them. So he gave them Gifts to help them in their life. He also gave them a promise, and inscribed it on a large emerald, and gave it to one of the people. The man did not know who had given to him though, and only thought the emerald was sacred. He did not worship it, but kept it as a very important object. He tried to pass it down to his son, but his son did not feel the same connection with the emerald, which they called the Sicra. So he hid it and and told all the people to look for it. One young woman found it, and she became the next keeper. And so it went through the generations.

After the Dranzed rebelled against the Creator, he took his darkened Svindar and retreated to the depths of the earth, where he made himself ruler. Each Svindar that joined him swore themselves to the Dranzed, binding themselves by willingly giving him control of their power. Then Gurgaran turned to the people.

He deployed his deemwa, as they were now called, and his most trusted henchman went up out of the earth and entered a human whose mind was weak. This human was taken over by the deemwa and he committed the first murder. Ryntawae was saddened by this first death, and he preserved the girl's body as a memorial, and as a witness to his people.

Then he banished the Dranzed to his home in the depths of the earth, where he would stay for two thousand years, until the time for redemption came about. Ryntawae still loved his people, he had created them, and he had everything planned to give them a second chance to live with him. Until that time, those who died went to a dark place where they slept underneath the fires of the earth. They could not join their Creator in his good place unless they believed in him, and these people did not know him. Until the two thousand years were up, the people would not discover the secret of the Sicra. But the people did not suffer in the dark place, only those who first rejected him. Any who did not know because they could not find out, those waited in dreamless sleep.

Svindar would go down and visit them, and each made a decision whether to die a second death, or to live with the Creator. Some chose death, some chose life. Until the redeemer comes, those who live on the earth will not know Ryntawae, but he will know them. He gave a promise to those who had left his presence; that will be the redeemer.