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An explosion was heard. The time for honor and ideology had come.
The Xiadao lun fleet had been pursuing the rebels when they decided to move from the Earth and its colonies. The
fleet had been following them for 2 years, destroying some rebel settlements and even a few planets which would
have been worthy places to build a settlement. There had been relatively few casualties on either side until this
chance find, which would turn into a fated and fabled encounter. Humanity does, occasionally, like to remember.
The leader of the Xiaodao lun fleet was an aged veteran, Zurvan Wu, who commanded from the flagship, the Emperor.
The crew was made up of volunteers who believed dogmatically in the rebirth of Humanity and the destruction of
all who stood in the way of their new life. The government had led them and many others to believe that the transformation
could not happen without a full desiring for it from Humanity. Of course, this meant that any who refused to lust
after the plan would have to be destroyed. Zurvan, unlike the people he commanded, did not appear to be so openly
misled. For this heresy his orders were considered less than divine. This did not, however, stop him from his task
at hand. Zurvan was a soldier, from birth to death.
Shards of the innocent dead angels flew against the ships and temporary structures nearby. The damage was minimal.
The heroes of battle quickly came to their senses and rushed towards the invaders.
What followed was a great massacre. Iblis saw the thing from all of its eyes. He lived and died as every solider,
every person, in the battle. The sounds were diminishing; the battle was coming to an end. A soldier peered out
from his hiding spot behind one of the loosed rocks floating in the lower atmosphere. A few limbs had floated by.
No whole bodies. Sickness floated around him and then in him. He vomited inside his mask. The sudden movement attracted
the eyes of an enemy. There were more limbs floating about.
There were very few left now. Zurvan had already met his maker through a hole made in the Emperor. It was in the
right hull of the main deck. The hole was too small for him to be sucked through all at once and his body had compressed
as it was forced out by the rush of air. Ravana sat against some of the wreckage and stared at the flashing, dying
lights. They went out one by one and Ravana turned his eyes to his legs, which had been crushed into a sticky,
red mass. Some of it was floating in front of him, held up by the lack of gravity.
Ravana spent his last moments saying prayers for dead and living alike, discussing his situation with his creator
and, in the end, comforting himself with the warmth of his tears. Space was cold, uninviting. Humanity and Ravana
shared the same fate. Iblis stepped away from the experience and walked out to where some of Ravana still remained.
He stared at the tattered pant legs.
And he viewed life for the first time as it came from his eyes.
Scrying Imperfections
Iblis saw it there on one of the screens of his tribal past. It was Earth. No longer floating debris, a shattered
childhood, now it was Earth again. Iblis was going home again.
Second Conatact
The earth was a dotted crescent, slowly coming back to itself. Pythias was there, on the side still going through
its reverse abortion. Iblis was there as well, coming nearer and nearer to his prey until, "Wanderer! You
seem different. I see that you have received the gift of wisdom. Careful now, Adam's apple often burns the throat."
Pythias flipped back from his spot amongst the rocks in the darkness and landed on another vantage point, "Come,
let us see what Maimo taught you about the ways of Chaos. That is the way of life; death." Pythias shot towards
his predator at an alarming speed and kicked him mightily upside his skull. Iblis flew danglishly into a hard landing
against the innards of his vengeful womb.
Pythias came again, delivering hit after hit. His opponent never defended himself and eventually blacked out from
the pain. Pythias knew the fool would heal quickly and be back for another trampling. But he would have to be well
taken care of until then. Pyhtias wanted to die and this would not do it. Perhaps the child was aware of this.
Perhaps the child was maturing.
Exodus' History
Iblis opened his eyes again. He felt like he had been born for a third time. Now, he faced his next mentor. The
legendary Watcher, Uriel Itard, "Welcome Iblis. I think, perhaps, that you are now ready to learn everything."
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