Please summarise the following tale: A long time ago, in the early eras of the universe, there reigned supreme upon the earth a Nameless Emperor. He had arrived one day with unparalleled might and unending command over both the forces of nature and the hearts of men, to conquer over all and rule over the infinite lands. People called him the Ninnuei, The Unefable, as the fabled NAME_1, the old gods of yore had once conquered the unruly cosmos.
He had made himself a throne of light and bones atop a distant mountain, close to the forgotten lands once the godmen roamed, and where his ardent followers, self acclaimed as His Courtship, built the first Capital of the Empire; the NAME_2-shalà of Men.
The Nameless Emperor was also called the Voiceless. Never had anyone heard his voice, or seen his true visage. Once he had conquered the Earth he had seated there in his throne of light and bones, covered by his old, ragged cape, everything in his face but his eyes hidden by a mouthpiece, forever undulating with a supernatural wind that always blew across his Palace, that also was a Temple, and had been erected by his Courtship around him.
And the Might he had demonstrated was so vast, so terrible, so terrifying, in the uncountable years that passed until his death, no one had dared to question his rule, a rule never once exerted, for he himself never rose from his throne.

Still, before him the world had been chaotic, and perilous. A mass of monsters and fratricides, of races and demigods, of catastrophes and plagues. He had slayed the mighty Typhon that was prophesized to bring an end to the universe, and had left its carcass to rot for all its demonic sons to see and wail, and to remember them to never surge upon the face of earth again. He had also tamed the unruly Pontos, that had many times drowned humanity and had depravedly inseminated his own daughters. He cut his manhood and fed him itself, impregnating Pontos with its own seed. He had sealed then every orifice in his body to suffer forever the atrocity of his own sins, tormented inside by his son that devoured him alive to grow and escape, but forever unable to do so.
He had cursed the Talí, that eat their own, and refused to ever die, to roam the underworld until they found the souls of those who they had eaten, to let themselves be eaten by the mindless furies.

Now, seated there, the tribes on Earth started building their tents around his Palace and Temple. And soon the tents became cities, and the cities a country, and the country an Empire, an Empire where the royal