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When Pythias was in the cage he had only had contact with Humanity. He had even been partially forced into the
Existence. It was horrible. It was like a dream but everything was so intense. Humanity spoke to him and he couldn't
understand it. When they communicated a feeling to him it became his feeling. He couldn't think of anything else.
He was told it was because he was untrained. But after he rejected Humanity he realized that it was because that
was the nature of Humanity. One feels it and they all feel it. It must be so. Otherwise, how could they all be
joined in the way that they were?
The cage was easy to break out of, but afterwards he had felt lost and confused. He now knew that it was probably
something planted in his mind by Humanity. They were manipulating him, even after his rejection and escape.
Then Pythias learned the truth. It was left in plain view on a dusty, old world called Binu.
Iblis pricked the darkness with his fingers and felt it drip across his skin. His mind melted away in the tides
of instinct.
Pythias spied the rogue floating about like a lost child. But then, what else was to be expected? Iblis was, in
reality, an abandoned youth. He knew nothing of this place and he had no authoritative guides to push him along.
"Hello there, lost soul." Pythias began, every word in another language. He had been told by friends
that a knowledge of all the human languages of the past was very simple to achieve in the intellectual void. But,
of course, it was forbidden unless one was gracing the unenlightened tangible places for an extended time. It appeared
that the youngling had understood. He stared Pythias directly in the eyes. He was piercing, cold, less than human;
a being from nowhere that could never understand but would also never stop.
"Welcome to reality." Pythias stared at the mechanical child-puppet, "Perhaps you should level yourself
out. Did they teach you control?" The arrogant little one steadied himself.
"Curious? I wonder how far you'll get. Let us begin your travels through the Systema Sefiroticum, one apotheosis
at a time."
Pythias rushed towards the newcomer and slammed his fist into the unsuspecting face.
Iblis felt Realization's Bite, a physical connection. It was maddening and intolerable. Iblis pulled away and gripped
himself, attempting to silence his inward and outward cries. And then, another came.
Pythias shut up the arrogant little one with a quick kick to the side.
Iblis floated dreamily and uncomprehendingly toward some unknown dead rose, all of him being concentrated on the
new experience; Pain.
Pythias watched as that newborn fool headed towards Awa. Waiting there were shocking revelations. Perhaps once
the arrogance had been drained from him, the newcomer would become something of value.
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Haze drifted about Iblis' face, dancing
and crying and flying lightly. Red was the color of this world, Awa. The Stars and Skies had been implanted in
Iblis' mind before he was reborn. Shadows fluttered round him, little darknesses crisscrossing the horizon. Then
they were gone. Perhaps they had died? Death was odd to Iblis. He had never experienced it, nor knew anyone who
had. Of course, Death could be a Myth.
The Chaos Child, Maimo, stepped out of the Orange Winds. Whistles shot through Iblis and Maimo too. They stood
at eachother, but Maimo couldn't really stand all that straight. Instead, it hunched over and twisted its head
from side to side. It spoke to the newcomer, "I am Maimo, the Lesser Key of Yang. Follow me to see, to see
your past and future. The day time stopped."
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