In
the first time
The
Makers created the seeds, and sent them forth
Raining
life down upon this galaxy.
Billions
of years passed
And
two seeds, a White Seed and Black Seed,
Came
to this world. With their arrival, the Moon was created, the ever
present eye looking down at night. And the seeds of life began to
stir.
But
pain and bloodshed followed in its wake. Life would bloom, reach its
heights, and then the Progenitors would awaken to war with each
other.
And
reduce it all to ash.
But
now is the end time.
The
Progenitors have become weak, and the Progeny strong.
The
stage is set and the players have taken their place.
And
the cycle is now set
To
end.
The
words echo through the mass of humanity as they move, the crowd
haloed by the ring of light hovering over them. Rio De Janeiro comes
in the distance. The Children of Armisael, his worshippers, sing
hymns as they walk, ever protected by the being they have come to
worship as a god.
For
the time has come.
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Chapter
99: In the Name of the White Moon
the first time
The
Makers created the seeds, and sent them forth
Raining
life down upon this galaxy.
Billions
of years passed
And
two seeds, a White Seed and Black Seed,
Came
to this world. With their arrival, the Moon was created, the ever
present eye looking down at night. And the seeds of life began to
stir.
But
pain and bloodshed followed in its wake. Life would bloom, reach its
heights, and then the Progenitors would awaken to war with each
other.
And
reduce it all to ash.
But
now is the end time.
The
Progenitors have become weak, and the Progeny strong.
The
stage is set and the players have taken their place.
And
the cycle is now set
To
end.
The
words echo through the mass of humanity as they move, the crowd
haloed by the ring of light hovering over them. Rio De Janeiro comes
in the distance. The Children of Armisael, his worshippers, sing
hymns as they walk, ever protected by the being they have come to
worship as a god.
For
the time has come.
-
-
Chapter
99: In the Name of the White Moon