Myth, Xornoth, and Exor were gathered at the edge of the fire, their shadows dancing menacingly against the rocky terrain. As the heat from the fire licked at their forms, Exor, the immobile god of fire, turned his fiery gaze towards Myth.

"Myth," Exor began, his voice crackling like burning timber, "you never really told us how you got your scar." Myth glanced at the gods, his scarred eye gleaming in the firelight.

"It was years ago," Myth began, his voice heavy with the weight of his past, "back when I was leader of the lion guard." The words hung in the air, a reminder of a time when Myth was different, before the scar, before the evil.

"I took most patrols on my own," Myth continued, "fearless and proud. But then, I met a stranger who promised me wisdom and power." His voice dropped, as if he was reliving the fateful encounter.

"He said the most powerful should be king, and with my roar and his guidance, we could rule everything." The words echoed ominously, hinting at the treacherous path Myth had once taken.

"I found his idea intriguing, but the stranger was scheming." Myth's voice was filled with regret, and his scar seemed to darken as he shared his tale. "He had a friend I didn't see."

"That's how I got this scar." Myth's voice was a whisper now, his gaze distant. "The stranger's friend was a snake, it bit me in the eye, leaving this mark and filling me with venom."

"The stranger said he could cure the venom as long as I did what he said. I was desperate, so I agreed." Myth's voice was heavy with regret. "But the venom did not just scar me, it changed me."

"I lost control, I became enraged, the venom took over me." Myth's words were a chilling confession of his transformation. "That's when I turned evil, that's when I lost everything."

The fire crackled ominously, casting long, dancing shadows on the faces of the gods. For a moment, the only sounds were the crackling of the flames and the distant howl of the wind.

Then, Xornoth broke the silence. "A powerful story," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "But power comes with a price. You've paid yours. Now, we rule together."

Exor, still in his fiery form, added, "You are not alone, Myth. We all have our scars, our pasts. But together, we are stronger." His fiery gaze was unwavering, reflecting the shared bond of the gods.

Myth nodded, the firelight reflecting in his scarred eye. For a moment, he seemed less the menacing lion he had become and more the fearless leader he had once been.

"Our pasts may be different, but our purpose now is the same," Myth finally said, his voice resolute. "Together, we are a force to be reckoned with."

And so, as the fire continued to burn, the gods of evil stood united, their shared pasts and shared goals binding them together in a formidable alliance.

Myth's scar, a mark of his past, was not just a reminder of his transformation, but also a symbol of his strength and resilience. Despite the pain and betrayal, he had endured, he had found a way to survive, to adapt, and to become stronger.

Xornoth and Exor, while different in their forms and powers, were also shaped by their pasts. They too, had their scars, their burdens to bear. But together, they had found strength and purpose.

And as the firelight flickered on their faces, they were no longer just gods of evil. They were survivors, warriors, each with their own story of power, betrayal, and resilience.

For in their tales of transformation, they had found a shared connection, a bond that transcended their differences and united them in their quest for power.

And so, as the fire continued to burn, casting its warm glow over the gods, they stood united, their pasts intertwined, their futures uncertain, but their resolve unshaken.

For they were the gods of evil, and together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Their stories were a testament to their power, their resilience, and their unity.

As the night deepened, the fire flickered lower, the shadows grew longer, and the gods stood in silence, their thoughts turning to the plans they had to discuss, the battles they had to fight, and the world they had to rule.

But for now, they were content to stand in the glow of the fire, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving world they sought to dominate. Their unity was their strength, their shared experiences their bond.

They knew the road ahead was fraught with challenges and uncertainties. But they also knew that they were not alone. Together, they were formidable. Together, they were unstoppable.

And so, as the fire finally died down to glowing embers, the gods of evil stood united, their pasts a part of them, their futures a shared goal. The night was theirs, and so was the world.