For years immemoria the people of Tonga have worshipped life in its fluid and fluxious state. Treatin all things a equals, giving what one does best to society, assisting those once they cannot assist themselves, not killing unless the most dire of circumstances present themselves. The religion is one of peace and unity, one which encourages harmony and working issues out instead of bashin heads. There has always been a sect of people who disagreed with the way of the Teflatho and believed that there was a constant and our universe was a mere blip in the cosmic order. A cosmic order not of life and peace, but of death and conflict. Those who embraced this "anti-Teflatho" of sorts would be shoved to the fringes of society: hostile, rude, unyielding, and uncharasmatic. They would worship their death until it consumes them or they give others to it. This all changed with the arrival of Hainu Dadrapur.

Hainu was born from a powerful family in Fiji. One which was consistently voted in as Taldekatzik(elected officials of a provincial system which is identical to the national system with Taldekatzik taking the place of Taldekatzi, and Taldekatzi takin the place of kantzillar) or even Taldekatzi on multiple times. His family owned one of the largest Sugar Cane farms in Fiji as well as had stakes in numerous fishing and merchant groups. As a child he was perfect, clean, kindly, ad charismatic: he hard messes and could command a room. Because he was the third child his parents decided to send him into the faith: he studied the Book of Teflatho and various interpretations. From these findings he came to a conclusion that life was a messy blip which never should have happened and that death, the opposite of the Teflatho, would be the only true release.

[Sorry it's so short I had to write it on mobile]