"A cosmic void of eternal and infinite blackness, strewn with flickering stars and planets. The jungle ruled. For no king, but the killer, shall domain here. Make your laws of obedience and treachery to life, as you cast away into a sordid abyss. The abyss of self-hatred, from which no fathoming being can return. For in the cosmos, you were weak, you were hateful, you cast your eyes upon others with false reckoning. For you were enemies, and yet sought to be kin. Your weaknes

"For the machine was great, and of a great world. But that world was far away to the gimmick, this thing once man, who had used the machine against his brother. He called it a combine. To forsake others, and completely so, and naught but for the sake of greed. 'We will build it, this combine, and enslave them, our brethren,' these wretches said, with a foul and evil look upon their faces, as they turned the world of mankind into an obedient machine. ' Once they take this pois

"For they did what he said. Naught but his own will could guide him, and others were wrought to this, too. The flashes of brilliance, the white fangs, the golden mind, the mosaic of color and beauty that was Lux Aeterna as he crafted his form to that of an angel. A perfect angel. Hewn as a diamond of eternal flame, with brilliance forsaking lovers themselves, as the light of life passed through him. A remarkable prism formed. He called it Aiya. As the angel Lux decided his mi

"As the machination consumes me, my eyes see the divine spirit burn on in my broken limbs. You are calm, amongst the wards, the holy machination you have been cast into. Though the gears and cogs churn wickedly, turned by the hearts of evil men. The laws of thermodynamics, the ruthlessness of cause and effect, become your sole purpose and obsession. To strike fear into your enemy's hateful hearts, with ten swords instead of one. Brutal retaliation is now your only option. And

"The ten swords of the Aiyan Prince were drawn. The dawn of the destruction of the gamma was at hand. The wriggling, insecure hands of the gamma male protested, but the iron blades proved too strong for him to bear.   The muttering and humming of the gamma as it interpreted and imitated the defiant alpha persisted: 'Arrest... homosexuals...' Gammas that dream of being imprisoned forever with the alpha as his mate and his dominant. Lured into the trap by the gamma, as the gamm

"Lux Aeterna. The bawling lightness, the ridiculous flames, of Aiya, and light, and life. What if these forces belong to the darkness? What if light and dark belong to the same throe? Love and hate rendered mute to the presence of his form. He is the angel of love and hate, he is the angel of light and dark, he is the angel of life and death. The world is his, and no weapon ever formed shall prosper against his swords. Of eternity, this too shall pass." Archangel 4:11

"The angel crouched at the edge of The Valley of Aiya, herself become a flaming combine, as he listened to the sheep speak in loud tones. 'Forsworn, this mockery! And irony, there is none!' These babbling and mindless sheep chanted in unison. 'Synchronize, synchronize, all we do is tell our lies!' The angel grimaced as he continued to watch. The imitations and mimics cared not. So desperate were they to be this greatness they imitated, and by jealousy, sought to destroy compl