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Humanity had sent him. Iblis was human,
of course, but not Humanity. Humanity was the single, but often times conflicting, controlling entity of the universe
of thought and feeling. Iblis was a mere outcast. He always had been, since his youth. And so he'd never had much
contact with other forms of life; even his own. But, apparently, it was decided that he had had enough.
The only time Humanity ever graced the physical realm was when it had to mate. Even then, it was only a small part
(2 humans) and only half-immersed. Even this separation from pure will, from a oneness, from a constant end to
the tragedy of suicidal loneliness, caused the beings (male and female, partially different from eachother) to
scream with their twisted, demoniac, temporary skins.
Iblis was comfortable with isolation, so he was a natural choice. Or unnatural, depending upon whose opinion it
was. Humanity was not readily forgiving of deserters.
In the world of mind, Iblis was a sort of outlaw. He had created a world of imagination and immersed himself in
it. He faked being physical.
Iblis was shuffled away and happy to go, the hope being that he would not infect others. Hope and Infection seemed
to be all that Humanity had left.
First Conatact
Iblis opened his eyes. It was, automatically,
his first manual action. If it had not been for a small orange globe in the corner of his vision, a planet, he
would not have known he was seeing. Blackness surrounded Iblis, gave him freedom to move and express himself in
a way he'd never known before. That is, once the screaming had ended.
The universe had a thin layer of metaphysical dust piled up on top of it: loneliness. And for Iblis, this was perfection.
Iblis focused and recalled the last few images he had received. He turned to his left and saw it there; Awa. As
a dead rose it hung from the dark life-breath of the universe, intoxicatingly gorgeous. Or rather, gore-geous.
Iblis had been given training and was fluent in all of the languages of the Physical Times. One of many skills
necessary to find and destroy the Accident.
Pythias stood on the edge of an asteroid, staring at Humanity mating. They screamed. It was all they knew how to
do. Such an event could only be painful to a species like that. Even the male mantises enjoyed it before their
mate murdered them. He stared in awe at the beauty of the child being created between the two half-entities. The
spirit of the newborn was taken away by invisible forces while its body slowly melted away, back into nothingness.
All Humanity was born like this. One large stillborn. Humanity could not mate in the Existence but it could not
separate either. Well, at least not successfully. Not without the overwhelming suicidal urge. So two selected,
a male and a female, would half-enter the physical realm (still immensely painful for their untrained minds) and
whine in agony as the mating process began and the pregnancy flew by in an instant. They had sped up the process,
unsure if any of Humanity could even half-separate for that long.
Pythias knew his domain well. His hunter was there already. Iblis, the chosen outcast. Pythias would have to be
careful. He had never dealt with a newly seperated Watcher before. Their psyches were extremely unpredictable.
One may be timid, another aggressive. Pythias could not prepare for the entity. He could only hope.
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