Is the dark really such a bad thing?

Author's note: so I am very new to this righting thing so please I need ways to improve this story but anyways enjoy the story

It began long ago before time itself existed two brothers that were deemed the creators beings so powerful they could breath and create billions of universes in a single second and they were completely different from one another there names were Arcavious and Kronus. There powers and abilitys where like I said the exact opposites light and dark magic. Arcavious lord of dark magic one day decided to create something so using his magic he created planet earth with every bit of detail as he molded the mountains, trees, animals the very essence of life itself and of course the human race he grew to love the humans and cherished them like a mother would her child. later on Kronus discovered that arcavious was stronger than him so he grew jealous and angered that arcavious would be worshiped and not him.

One day Kronus tried and faild to kill Arcavious but succeeded destroying earth in the process. arcavious was blinded by pure rage and sadness of the loss of the humans and all his work gone plus the fact his own brother tried to murder him in cold blood. Without a second thought or any hesitation whatsoever he raised a blade of pure dark magic but just before he brought it down his brother spoke. " thou may kill me now but I here by lay a curse on thee oh useless brother of mine that your subjects and all creations fear you and blame all evil on you for your crimes" with that he gave a fierce battle cry and plunged the blade directly into his heart instantly killing him.

As his corps faded away and turned to ash arcavious shed one single tear for his fallen brother little did he know that one tear would turn out to be his new home.