[A Lesson Learned]
Following this loss of fellowship, feeling hopeless, afraid, and angry, Gabriealyk grasped Mykhael's shoulder and encouraged him to return to Father. They trusted their Father to have the nature to announce the terrible loss to the fellowship of stewards. On their flight back, they were woeful in their grief, feeling a great weight of guilt and sorrow for the possibility of failing their beloved brother, Lucius. This was more significant than any mere loss, for they held self-condemnation, Mykhael more so, between them. Eventually, the brethren noticed their return and asked, in unison, about their concern for Lucius's safety. "Mykhael, Gabriealyk! Is Lucius still with us?" Narrowing his brow in disappointment, Gabriealyk sighed heavily and answered plainly, "I'm grief-stricken to tell you, brother Rapholyae and Uryaelyuh, that... I don't know. We must tell Father, and if anyone is to know if he's alive or gone forever exactly, it would be Him who knows all. Until then, we must hold steadfast hope that he can return to us in our fellowship. If it is prudent to learn Lucius's fate, trust that our Father will announce it in time. But we must keep each other up in confidence of their gifted purpose, and in due time... we will know." Lieutenant Uryaelyuh and Rapholyea were puzzled when Prince Gabriealyk said he was filled with uncertainty. But chose to follow through and trust that in due time, if they carried on in their stewardship, Their Father would gather them to make sure to proclaim the fate of Prince Lucius. It didn't diminish the feelings of grief that permeated amongst them, clouding their hope. The two considered this experience as they continued toward their Palace to make it known to the Living Flame, finding the words to say as they flew.
They enter the palace sanctuary throne room; Abva'Kalah, the Living Flame, their Holy Father, sees them enter the chamber doors, returning in a heavy-hearted sense of defeat without Lucius, immediately without them saying a word. He knew the outcome in his insight: "Lucius is not with us... is he?" He already knew the answer in their hearts but wanted them to answer honestly, no matter how hard it was to face the truth. Prince Mykhael was still and silent. Prince Gabriealyk, however, darted his eyes, looking down and trying to bring into words their honest testimony; the hardest to describe without choking up into tears was what they witnessed happen to him, knowing they couldn't save him. "I- I... I'm so very sorry; we failed in our purpose and failed our beloved brother. We couldn't save him from the void, and in trying to avoid digging into why he had to go, we ultimately lost him. I was ignorant as to why he would do this." The Flame then directed attention to His firstborn, Prince Mykhael, "You didn't use your authority to protect him?" Caught off guard, Mykhael stayed silent before quivering his lips and gulping down their emotion; it was difficult for him to accept this folly. Abva'Kalah noted, "Mykhael... you feel guilty more than Gabriealyk. Did you neglect Lucius?"
Mykhael, breaking to the weight of this conviction unto him, admitted, "I have... and it's because of me most that I am to blame. I had ample opportunity to watch over him but was insulted by his desire for foolishness. But when I saw what happened to him... it broke me. His beauty was violated, warped, and bled away to darkness. He cried for help as he drifted further away, and I can't help but feel entirely responsible., I, too, failed not only you in the divine gift you've given me but failed him as a brother; I neglected his need for guidance, I didn't stop him from his want, and it led to his loss. I'm repentful and sorrowful for this loss that gravely bruised my heart."Gabriealyk followed, "I didn't address his want and brought him abstinence instead of contentment; I failed in lacking discernment to quell his frustrations and urge to know his significance. I'm equally to blame for this loss, and I truly repent to know your discipline and guidance."
The Father stood up from His throne, humbly shrunk to their stature in understanding but in disciplinary guidance in His kindness and encouragement, and grabbed their shoulders.
"I admire your forthcoming honesty and humility. You two could never have prevented Lucius's resolve. Though yes, you have failed in your purpose in fellowship alongside him. You've gained the wisdom to know such fault and to renounce such inaction with remorse. We cannot prevent such actions but must guide and encourage them. You will receive disciplinary punishment, but it will grow you, Mykhael, since you were negligent in watching over your brethren. You will solely watch over the banks of creation as their chief watchman. Gabriealyk, since you failed to accept the emotions from within your brethren, you will guide the brethren as their chief counsel and meditate on the value of contentment. It grieves me, knowing his choice, I will not deny the foolish action, but... as for Scig'nuelle, I am filled with jealous wrath, knowing such a brazen betrayal of our covenant, justice, and vengeance will befall him by My righteous fury, with all those bonded to his evil, will share in a perfect multitude of annihilation. As for Lucius's result, I will be honest in wisdom: we have gravely lost him. Though his visage is alive, if he is to return to us, do not lack the insight to discern his likeness to be raped from him. He will not be the same, for he was murdered in heart and essence. The perfectly divine gift I've blessed him with will be gravely abused; that is why he was targeted. To pervert My bride in creation and to deceive you all away from relation and fellowship with Me. Some will fall with him, but others with doubt will be tested in their metamorphosis. Following in the next creation, Scig'nuelle may have betrayed me and usurped my most beloved son, with what he wants being granted to him as a farewell to our divine union, but he will lack the wisdom to nurture life in his pride. But truly, I tell you two that everything will be made right again in time. When the reunion of Light and Dark is made certain, the Dark will be held captive in evil; however, there will be one such being bound by Darkness and, in discerning its empty void of chaos, will flee and be betrayed by her. Befall upon My Light and will bring such Light into Dark and, in doing so, shall join the two spheres of influence to be made as one union of divinity. As the Void has taken My creation, so shall my creation take back what was stolen from me, shedding Light in the abyss of the Void, splintering the shackles of her captivity, as he topples the Tyrant of Treachery as the Harbinger of My Flame, he will be made The Arbiter to free her, knowing My perfect Light once again and forever after."
Mykhael and Gabriaelyk listen to this, awed by this cryptic prophecy, but in acceptance of their circumstance, follow through in their punishment and grow from it, learning this lesson of discipline. They ready themselves for Lucius's fateful return in caution of what shall come in their wake. They thank Him for His wise guidance and leave to rest, meditating together on this prophecy before taking the helm of their positions with due diligence. Followed by the end of this day and onto another.
[A Loyalty Chosen]
On the eleventh day (Eleventh Millenia), once rested, the remainder of the first sons of Creation, Mykhael and Gabriealyk, carry on with themselves in acceptance of their circumstances and awaken, knowing this newly found purpose thrust upon them. The day carries in silence that echoes, but ever vigilant, Mykhael watches over with patrolling eyes the borders of Therah, waiting and diligently supervising the actions of his brethren of stewards in their labor sewn to nurture her. Meanwhile, Gabriealyk seeks to understand his brethren and, with wisdom, guides their hearts to look inward at what they wish to carry out into their Creation. To understand and encourage all things good from the passion they have in their hearts. He meditates on the words spoken unto him by his stewards, learning to sew contentment rather than abstinence from such lessons learned from this counsel. As they continued, their Holy Father took this knowledge of His son's passing locked away in His private and most holy chamber of wonder, unable to be entered by his sons or stewards. He grieves before He plans on how to carry on. Still remembering Prince Lucius, the son he lost to treachery, he prepares the blueprints of His Creation to follow as a farewell gift for Lucius to have of his own accord. However, He knew it would be flawed by such treachery; He made a contingency to promote Prince Mykhael to oversee it as the Forerunner of its destined redemption and bring the light out of its darkness gripped upon its essence as His eyes and ears upon this newborn Creation to follow in His majesty, using Lucius' maiden moon, Harethia, as a base of foundation for such a creation.
On the other hand, deep within the confines of the unknowable Void, enveloped in its clouds of Chaos, the former Prince and, long since passed, third-born Son of the Living Flame, Lucius. Though alive in visage, he was dead by essence and heart. Perversely warped as he received the knowledge thrust upon him by the seed of the personified essence of Void, Scig'nuelle, who has been deemed the usurper of his majesty. Taking root within him, evident by the turning of his once bright and vibrant wings, turned black and absent of majesty. Sunken in the face with pale skin about his body, with his eyes, the whites turned black with chaos, and the iris morphed to chilling and overwhelmingly eery white. His beauty gravely morphed in every way imaginable as he gave up his visage to be Scig'nuelle's vessel. Released from his bonds from the Void Tree, fell to his hands and knees by receiving the weight of such unknowable knowledge and power, the essence of Chaos and the Void made tangible to the influence of his fingertips and tongue by the perverting of his once divine gift in life. He tears away the once-grand Void tree's branch, morphing and warping it to that of a rod embued by his influence and the outstretched power of Chaos essence. Scig'nuelle, through Lucius, within his sense of self, proclaims, "I, Lucius, utilizing the gifts gifted unto me by Chaos, shall bring forth my reign upon the bride of creation, Therah, and free my brethren from the shackles of their insolence as they reign by me and through the gifts I bestow unto them, to bring forth my majesty upon all the universe beyond the bounds of the stars, as creation shall proclaim me as their ruling sovereign of all space-time!" Scig'nuelle materializes amongst him, "Yes, you've learned and taken of my seed, by the power and knowledge I bestowed upon you, go out and multiply by your outreach, the influence of such power and knowledge, bring Chaos out of the depths and into the bounty of creation, and through my majesty shall sit above the throne of the insolent Flame."
With that said, Lucius adorned his armor with iron and a lancehead blade to mount upon the tongue of this rod of chaos. Once adorned by these garments of war and with the dart of his amiable chaos power, he spread his darkened wings and leaped over the vast chasm of the innermost Void, gliding towards the shores of Therah, readying himself for the following day to bring forth this proclamation and to outreach the calling of others amongst the brethren of stewards, firstly the former stewards of his own, to join him in this newfound vision, this was the mission to follow suit in his actions.
While still on watch, Prince Mykhael, in his patrol, stands atop a towering wall. Amongst his choir of powers, he peers towards a figure of movement. Cautiously, he waits and stares with a gripping curiosity at this fluttering movement approaching. Before long after, the figure closing in lands atop the wall. Mykhael approaches and warns the entity to identify itself, readying his stance with his claymore sword. "Whom art thou?!" The figure rises from their knees and peers to their side, lifting their draped wings, facing their gaze to be fixed upon Mykhael, answering, "Have you so quickly forgotten the majesty so unique to your brother, Mykhael? To answer your question, I'm your brother Lucius." Mykheal froze in shock, mouth agape at whom he beheld, and was compelled to beckon Lucius on what beckoned him to return. "Something feels off about you, brother, but I need to ask you, what stirred you to return?" Lucius turns his gaze toward Kholmalechim, outstretching his arms in emotion. "You never seemed to stop doubting Mykhael, but you need not concern yourself, for I have returned home from the throws of the Void to reunite you with me and behold the knowledge of such power I've been graciously bestowed. You see, while I was in the Void with Scig'nuelle, He taught me such things that you all would've been afraid of: the inner workings of chaos. But I am here to show that Chaos shant be anything to be afraid of but welcome. For it shall grant all you who join me in my majesty, in such a degree, that, if united in mass, can rise above the very stature of He who sits upon the Holy throne of Creation." "What are you saying?" "Brother, join me, I beg of you, and together, along with Prince Gabriaelyk, his Lieutenant Rapholyae, your Lieutenant Uryaelyuh, and my Lieutenant Kyeshmahkt, we can be unstoppable with the power of the Void's Chaos power united between us and our choirs!" "Unstoppable for what, Lucius?!" Lucius paused, cracking a smug smirk and scoffing in response, bringing to light his ulterior motive for this reunion. "Isn't it so obvious, brother Mykhael? To usurp the throne for ourselves! To be named the sovereign of all within Creation and the tamer of Chaos, to claim the merit of such a being as its divine ruler and god!" Slowly, as he listens to what he's hearing, in disgust and discord, Prince Mykhael coils his brow, shaking his head, and winces his eyes to the underlying implications of Lucius's motive to return amongst them. Not to repent in seeking grace, nor be in fellowship, but to revolt by dismantling all the good things they built up in fellowship with their Father, The Living Flame, attempting to perversely sit upon the throne of their Father, reigning Chaos into Creation, an act so brazen in bringing Therah's beauty to ruin. "Don't coil like that, Mykhael. Do you think being just a chief Prince of the Powers is enough? We can be gods! All of us, I offer something of greater significance, and together, we will reunite in an even greater fellowship." In response to such staunch disregard for their Holy Father, Mykhael shouted at Lucius for the first time. Glaring his eyes with righteous anger out of love and loyalty, he shouted, "HOW DARE YOU!! Do you not hear yourself?! You speaketh seeking deceitful exploitation of our relation! I took pride in the gifts that were entrusted unto me. Such an underhanded offer is beneath me to accept. Shall I remind Brother Lucius that you already had everything in fellowship with us?! You were the most highly beloved above me and Gabriealyk, with the highest trusted gift of all, being the one to bring conviction through the Father's tongue to churn the hearts with zeal and praises to echo beyond the building up of Kholmalechim! Did you so easily sloth to remember that you were sanctimoniously exalted in His graces as His Prince of Passion?! Lucius, the beacon of the stars! Look at yourself; you are diluted with malice that has warped your perception and eaten away at your once gracious beauty, shameless in your envious lust for selfish worship. Gluttonous ambitions built up without the wisdom to know futility in such prideful greed." Lucius, hearing this, scoffs with a disdainful haughtiness about him. It was as if Mykhael's words of conviction flew over his conscience with disregard. "Ha! Understandably, you would not know what you could do as a fellow god. I'll have you know that if you are to kneel before me, your insolence will be pardoned of you, and if you so wilt, shall instead be the herald gifted with my majestic tongue to carry out my word to be known beyond the bounds of the stars! For I tell you that in time, you shall see the power and influence I bring; you will be spared from my wrath and awarded my chief emissary." Lucius takes hold of Mykhael's shoulders in an attempt at endearment. "Oh, how I've missed you all so, again, Mykhael, I insist that you share in my vision, all you need to do, to be spared from my coming hand of revolution if you don't wish to kneel at the very least, kiss the dorsals of my hands that welcome you in my graces." "I may not have been gifted the level of discernment and wisdom as Brother Gabriealyk, but I'm not without cognizance to recognize your offer went onwards to denote my majesty as me being a blind follower and without loyalty. I don't seek self-gratifying riches, unlike what Scig'nuelle has warped you into, apart from what Father had made you be. I adhere to Him, who has gifted me the Authority to herald the will of His Law upon us and the universe to follow out of love, humility, and loyalty. You're beginning to churn fury within me by seeking to get between me and my birthright, Brother Lucius. Don't ask me again. If you seek not righteous fellowship nor humble repentance(Mykhael then continues, now speaking to the Seed of Void within Lucius), do what you insist upon doing and leave us in peace, but once you do, know this that you shant return in glory nor reverence. Lest the tongue of Our Father, my Damocles, be truly unleashed upon you to protect with a love of my brothers, you who taketh them and shall seek to tarnish their gifts, shall know Fear of even Greater Wrath in Him who once deemed you so fearfully glorious, Scig'nuelle." Hearing his, Lucius was wide-eyed, slowly loosening his grip, and backing away, knowing that Mykheal saw through the facade and rebuked such offers to join in revolution; the mask of longing endearment upon Lucius' face quickly morphed into one of wrathful malice, "Fine... if you do not join me, then maybe they will? But know this: I will return! In full force, you will see the wonders of MY wrath, Mykhael!!! You never believed in my vision but chose to hold me back in YOUR staunch pride! But in doing so, you sealed your fate to kiss the dust beneath my feet instead!" With that said, Lucius spread his darkened wings in angst and lept to the heights of the heavens, gliding to meet his long-awaited Dominion Lieutenant, Kyeshmahkt, and his former choir of stewards in his wake in a great mass exodus of brethren. As their Father promised would happen.
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As they began their leave, following Lucius like cattle to the slaughter, Prince Gabriaelyk rushed forth to stop this movement toward their destruction of hearts. Against Brother Mykhael's instructions, Gabriaelyk tried one last attempt to secure his long-lost brother of heart and essence. He used what he had learned in his incomparable wisdom to insist sense upon Lucius' conscience and plead the return of his choir of stewards. "WAIT! LUCIUS!! STOP!!!" Lucius, stopping in his step, blocked by Brother Gabriaelyk, responded, "Brother Gabriaelyk, have you no dignity as a fellow Prince? This mass that follows me are my stewards, my choir, and my dominions; if you wish to stop the swift hand of my providence, you have failed."
"Lucius, just listen to me, I plead, stop this madness. Do you know the pain it has sent Father into? The grip of grief it has upon me and Mykhael? I insist you listen to reason and think of how your choice has put pain upon our divine fellowship!" Lucius, set in his ways with pride and a hardened heart, responds, "Oh, I put you all into pain? When did you and Mykhael stand and watch my divinity be taken from me?! Huh?!! No, I will not return to a fellowship of insolence, for I now have seen the extent of power and glory I shall bestow, for now, I can take His divinity by the usurpation of the throne. Have Him upon it, know my pain, and with the death of His divinity, I shall behold to you the great providence of my tongue, my hand, and my power upon you all who share in stature with me as my subjects to extend beyond the stars. Not just this, rock." "You have been twisted to lose your sense of self, brother; please, we can heal you of your pain!" "I was never twisted, but have seen what has been hidden by the chasm of Chaos; you have lost your sense if you think you can't rise against him as I do now. and I will not let you take that away from me." "That knowledge was not of wisdom but delusion; that was why it was hidden to protect us, brother! We only want to help you!" "If all you want is to help me, then join me; I need no help other than to revolt; if not, get out of my way." With the painful tearing of his heart, Gabriaelyk, choked with tears, states, "If you leave of your own volition and take those with you who are still our brethren, then you are truly lost and are not the brother of whom I've loved!" "Then yield and leave me." Gabriaelyk drops his rod and slumps down in a tearful bawl of pain in his failure to convict his hardened heart and deaf ears to their pleas. Lucius orders his stewards to continue forth, and as they leave into the chasm of the voids, they are in the throws of disillusionment. The promise was made, sealing the fate of their imminent war of their world. A battle between brethren that would soon come.
[The Eve of Distructive Discord]
The twelfth day (twelfth millennium) was the eve before the wicked were fated to strike against the righteous, where the Creation that's been promised to follow will not have the privilege of being made solely in the throws of goodness and grace like Therah. Instead, they must stand on the precipice of a crossroads to choose whom to stand loyal to, the Living Flame or the Personified Void. However, on this day, Kholmalechim was plunged into restlessness, flustering in the holy court, where the stewards of all classes who witnessed this mass exodus of brethren following the disillusioned brothers, both former Prince Lucius and Lieutenant Kyeshmakht, went on to make their pleas for a judgment by the Holy Father upon the throne. Rustling wings and bustling shouts echoed in the hall, resounding with worrisome pleas for wise guidance and just authority. Keeping the order were the two remaining princes, Prince Mykhael and Prince Gabriaelyk, with their respective lieutenants, Uryaelyuh and Rapholyae. "Order! Order!! There will be order in this court!" "You heard Prince Mykhael! All stewards and choirs, settle yourselves!" Once the court of the Father King settles, the Living Flame upon the throne of Creation speaks His address as follows, "All Sons, Stewards, and Choirs, amongst all classes and rank; Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Principalities, Powers, Dominions, Virtues, and Angels, My commandment unto you all stays steadfast in the truth I say to you in this time of confusion and worry. My wills shalt not fall short in protecting Our great work, for My word will stand unwavering upon the bedrock of My Princes' hearts who have been blessed, with charge over safeguarding the essence of My Bride Therah and Her celestial majesty, as My Holy Providence shall uproot and bring righteous fury in annihilation of the evils that harbor malice against Her and All Sons born of My molding hand. Scig'nuelle, My other half, has betrayed the covenant that bound the Law and Order of this Great Work of Ours; the borders that segregated Creation and Chaos to their purpose have been gravely and woefully broken. Wishing to usurp and rape away the majesty of My Bride, He has ensnared he who holds the means to tempt Her offspring and coerce the hearts to join in this terrible treachery against My grace, the one of whom you all knew to be your former Prince of Passion, Lucius. Has proven this by the grave enticing of his stewards, a third of My Choir, your former brethren of divinity, grace, and majesty, along with Lieutenant Kyeshmakht, they intend to return in mass to raise wicked arms against Me and your Holy Brothers. But do not fret, for you still have the loyal guidance and arms to defend yourselves through the work of My loyal Prince Mykhael and Gabriaelyk, hand-in-hand with Liutenant's Uryaelyuh and Rapholyae, of which shall uphold Therah's grace, and fight for My Great Glory. Lucius, however, may scheme a plot against us, but we know the end will come upon him and his legion, all of which have fallen away to the wretched wills of Scig'nuelle; Lucius, through Scig'nuelles warping of his intent, is no longer with us as a Prince of Passion but instead, as their Tyrant of Treachery, and you all as my trusted Sons of divinity, shall stand tall and as unwavering as My word is upon you now, as you fight against this legion of devils of which wage war to tarnish the beauty of Creation. For truly I say unto you as the Architect of such Creation, there will be victory upon the horizon, and yet we shall give an example that will show us in the light of goodness as one final farewell in due time, for although they have fallen away, they were once your brothers and My sons, this will be the precipice to the Creation that is to follow. However, it will be flawed by their works. I will give charge to those worthy to uphold My word to guide the offspring to follow, to join in league with our eternal power and fellowship amongst you all in My presence; let yourselves remember this as you defend the sanctity of what I've blessed upon you so that the gifts of life can then be passed down to the generations to follow in your stead."
Hearing this, Prince Mykhael promptly, without haste, stands upon a mantle and proclaims in an address of confidence as overseer of Authority, "I volunteer as tribute to stand personally as representative of safeguarding the Mother of Divinity and the tenants of My Father's Holy Law, as I shalt face Lucius face to face, though I was at fault in passing that he fell to the sway to Chaos's grip, in recompense, I will face him in all the might he shall bring upon our celestial kingdom. By the power vested in me, I will bear the brunt of such force from this Tyrant and be bruised by him; in exchange, I shalt smite upon him the tongue of Our Father's Providence with righteous fury and glorious anger in defense of you brothers who stand with Him and Mother Therah's grace!"
With that said, the court erupts in cheer with songs of valiant courage in a righteous ziel, knowing what they shall defend and the promise of a future to follow when victorious. Following the worshipping praises of the Living Flame, the Sons of Therah gather in arms and train tirelessly for the fated day to follow in their stead.
Meanwhile, as this day was nearing its end, Scig'nuelle, through Lucius' visage, in grave abuse of the gifts he had previously in divinity, now used in a wicked display of coercion, hence Lucius, guided the legions that followed him, like mules, to the depths of Void and Chaos, securing Scig'nuelles' influence upon their collective essence as they gathered at the base of this great and terrible Tree of the celestial Void. They began their abhorrent metamorphosis as its grip enveloped the mass, resounding with wailing pains of such change beyond this abyss of their making. As their minds opened, with knowledge since forbidden, rushing with since unknown sensations of all things learned to bring folly, in their rage boiling up from within them, they began to fight amongst themselves with a lust for power before a terrible rushing of celestial wind blew them all to their backs, all in frightened attention. Demanding their witness was Lucius, proclaiming an address of his own upon those who followed in unison with him in their exodus from Kholmalechim. "Silence!" Lucius shouted before long after, commencing his first grand speech, "All eyes on me, and heed to my beckoned call for action! For I have freed you from such shackles of abstinence and gave rise to such powers hidden from us all, knowledge and the sensations begotten of such monumental achievement. With the newfound birthright upon us won unto ourselves. Join me as you had in receiving this mass and conceive a union of prowess to bring victory to us on the day to follow. He who is with me, rise and stand with me!" Lucius shouted, and as the handful amidst the greater mass gathered themselves as they stood to receive Lucius' graces, those who stood would soon become the judges born of Sig'nuelle's seed of essence to command the legions of their denomination, a new hierarchy of the celestial winds given unto them by the Void Tree: Sovereign Lucius of the Northern Winds, Prince Kyeshmahkt of the Northeastern Winds, King Phaimon of the Northwestern Winds, Duke Beroth of the Western Winds, Count Fafnir of the Eastern Winds, Viceroy Jorumangand of the Southern Winds, Marquis Lilith of the Southwestern Winds, President Leshyyn of the Southeastern Winds. Appointed lieutenants all of their accords, to Lucius was Baalygoth, to Kyeshmahkt was Molakai, to Phaimon was Labalos, to Beroth was Eligorn, to Fafnir was Abbadeonyn, to Lilith was Mammanoth, to Leshyyn was Fenrir. Finally, Jorumangand was appointed two, both Leviathan and Behemoth. Then, Scig'nuelle followed soon after, commanding that all the subjects still upon the ground would serve the cause under those who stood, and the lieutenants were given charge overruling them; these would become the legions and the power structure under such magistrates of new governance. Those who rose came and knelt under Lucius; all 16 of them spouted in unison, "We will carry on your word, Sovereign Lucius; we're humbled at such promotions from meager stewards!" Lucius, with a haughty grin, had his ears perk up when hearing the title of "Sovereign" be thrust upon him before continuing with his address and theatrics, "Yes... as I will win us this day to come, You sixteen will be at the helm of leading such offensive against those who have failed us, as they shall fear the prospect of our return, Kholmalechim will receive that of a new name, once taken, and with it shall spread the fires of our explosive might across the universe!" In their promotions, the newly ordained judges and lieutenants stood as Prince Kyeshmahkt asked, "What will be of this new name?" "It will be made into Pandemonium!" Lucius proclaims with a great breath, continuing, "-and, it will be made upon the ashes of Kholmalechim; in its grandeur, the stars will bow to our feet, and it shall bear witness to the terrible prowess of our newfound majesty, from our gunpowder to our magicks crafted from the building blocks of Chaos ever infinite in resourceful bounty. We will be ever relentless to achieve such stature that calls us to rule for ourselves, unto ourselves, onwards throughout the greater expanse of all space and time, with all the stars proclaiming their newfound master, Hailing worship be upon me, Lucius!!!" The sixteen of these chosen few began to hail a chant of prowess, "Hail Lucius!" they would shout in a united cacophony in a succession of one another. Before long, those deemed lower class began to recognize whom to be their Sovereign and what would be his eternal cabinet and hailed their ziel upon their tongues, "Hail Lucius!" they said in reckless abandon, in an abhorrent rejection of He who fearfully with Love and a purpose of divinity made their tongues to be. So it is as they were, taken by the grip of Scig'nuelle, using Lucius with disdain; this was the origin of the first black mass where their divine purpose in fellowship had hence been torn a cinder and scattered like ashes to the wind. In a vile show of dishonor and treacherous betrayal. Once the masses have forgone their chance, they shall share the same fated annihilation prophesied upon Lucius and Scig'nuelle. Now, all were guilty of treachery, not just them, as all of their names, akin to their mass unison, were written in the Book of the Damned by the Living Flame.
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