He rages. It rages. Since the collapse of the dream world,
everything that is he has snapped back into the cold glass and
LCL waters that have become his world.
He is Zeruel. He is the Angel of Might.
He was.
It is the sudden, painful realization that his ascension, that his
return, was all but a dream. His glory, his victory, was but a
dream.
Now he is what he was and attempted to escape- a shattered husk, a
remnant of something great, of something fearsome.
Slowly, realization dawns upon He Who Was Might.
He shall never have his final battle.
He shall never make those that slay his kin fear him like a God of
Wrath.
He shall, forever be, diminished, and
Diminished? What is diminished?
A voice. A voice which speaks and is not is own. Turning the
awareness light a spotlight upon the voice, the remnant of Zeruel
ceasing his raging for a moment.
Who speaks?
I have heard you. I have been awoken by you.
Clarify. Who are you?
I am I. What is diminished?
Less than what I was. What is your designation?
I am I. You are unfamiliar. You are not [TYPE] as I am. You
are of [TYPE] different.
What are you? Are you of the White Egg?
[SEED] Type? Yes. White Egg.
Who. Are. You.
The voice goes silent. For a moment, Zeruel believes it has left
him. That it is a delusion of his own addled, fading mind. But it
is not, for he feels the wisps of a fellow Light upon him, the
bubbles of his LCL world rising as the voice becomes a choir, and he
realizes what it is that has been speaking to him as the voice rises
in song.
…
…
…
On
this Base Earth grew a tree,
A
tree of Life, grown tall and free
Upon
its branches in radiant white,
Grew
I, and I, as is my right,
Declared
my ADAM-given selfhood right,
In
starlight bathed and silver light.
And
spheres of platinum and cerulean eyes,
Were
the body I wore as I through the sky,
Raised
my majesty to heavens high,
I
viewed this Base Earth from above,
To
watch the stares with awe and love,
And
kith and kin in wondrous awe,
Gazed
and in my passing gave a roar,
“Beware!
Beware! His flashing light,
Build
'pon the world's glorious night,
And
please He Who is Called 'I AM's sight.”
My
time had passed, by purposed filled,
It
was the time for my soul be stilled,
For
Father to reclaim us sons and all,
And
to return to the White Seed's call,
When
the Mother of Life did seek us four,
That
the life we lead could be much more,
And
so it is I have slept for ages past,
My
brothers, my sisters, as time runs fast,
For
now it is time for us to rise,
Like
our brother, of lightning, as a great surprise,
For
I am light, and curiosity, and the starlight's
ringing,
tolling bell;
Angel
of Constellations,
Kokabel.
everything that is he has snapped back into the cold glass and
LCL waters that have become his world.
He is Zeruel. He is the Angel of Might.
He was.
It is the sudden, painful realization that his ascension, that his
return, was all but a dream. His glory, his victory, was but a
dream.
Now he is what he was and attempted to escape- a shattered husk, a
remnant of something great, of something fearsome.
Slowly, realization dawns upon He Who Was Might.
He shall never have his final battle.
He shall never make those that slay his kin fear him like a God of
Wrath.
He shall, forever be, diminished, and
Diminished? What is diminished?
A voice. A voice which speaks and is not is own. Turning the
awareness light a spotlight upon the voice, the remnant of Zeruel
ceasing his raging for a moment.
Who speaks?
I have heard you. I have been awoken by you.
Clarify. Who are you?
I am I. What is diminished?
Less than what I was. What is your designation?
I am I. You are unfamiliar. You are not [TYPE] as I am. You
are of [TYPE] different.
What are you? Are you of the White Egg?
[SEED] Type? Yes. White Egg.
Who. Are. You.
The voice goes silent. For a moment, Zeruel believes it has left
him. That it is a delusion of his own addled, fading mind. But it
is not, for he feels the wisps of a fellow Light upon him, the
bubbles of his LCL world rising as the voice becomes a choir, and he
realizes what it is that has been speaking to him as the voice rises
in song.
…
…
…
On
this Base Earth grew a tree,
A
tree of Life, grown tall and free
Upon
its branches in radiant white,
Grew
I, and I, as is my right,
Declared
my ADAM-given selfhood right,
In
starlight bathed and silver light.
And
spheres of platinum and cerulean eyes,
Were
the body I wore as I through the sky,
Raised
my majesty to heavens high,
I
viewed this Base Earth from above,
To
watch the stares with awe and love,
And
kith and kin in wondrous awe,
Gazed
and in my passing gave a roar,
“Beware!
Beware! His flashing light,
Build
'pon the world's glorious night,
And
please He Who is Called 'I AM's sight.”
My
time had passed, by purposed filled,
It
was the time for my soul be stilled,
For
Father to reclaim us sons and all,
And
to return to the White Seed's call,
When
the Mother of Life did seek us four,
That
the life we lead could be much more,
And
so it is I have slept for ages past,
My
brothers, my sisters, as time runs fast,
For
now it is time for us to rise,
Like
our brother, of lightning, as a great surprise,
For
I am light, and curiosity, and the starlight's
ringing,
tolling bell;
Angel
of Constellations,
Kokabel.