Theion vs Mardukth
In the long ago, before I was the shadow of the Sun, I was privy to an event like no other. I was in Zen-Mu, between the shadow of the Palace and the Temple, lit, no stabbed at by the light of the forge. In Zen-Mu, back then, each soul had his own existence, followed his, her, their or its own rules. It was endlessly frustrating for some, She who lives in her name. first and foremost, felt slighted by each and every one ignoring her diktats. But not Mardukth, The Mountain and the Goat Upon It, no, he had others remind everyone of the rules, Cytherea, for one, Cecelyne for another, albeit they were never close. But Theion, the empyreal chaos had suborned them, caused their prayers to Mardukth to falter, caused their words of praise to turn to venom. I may have helped him do so. In short order, Theion dismissed them from his presence, and girth his Jouten for battle, with wings of darkest stone like a night sky, the fire of the sun, green-black in its fury, and red fire for its eyes. Theion, the empyreal chaos had expected this, and his jouten was clad in the skin of many defeated, but not slain Ishvara, that he intended to weave into his third circle souls. I cannot describe what followed completely, for it was an unmatched duel, only to be surpassed when us Yozis were betrayed and imprisoned by our own creations, later. But in the end, Theion was master, but Mardukth still lived. His core, or fetish soul, an entire Zen-Mu year later, however, died, turning Theion into Malfeas, Ruvelia, His Voice to the World dying and becoming the light atop Zen-Mu, that caused it to be abandoned, for he was much too bright for anyone's comfort. But a few hardy souls, such as myself, but I was never comfortable there, for Ligier's green light does not tolerate shadows. Over the course of millenia, Ligier, the new core soul of Malfeas remained in Zen-Mu, scouring it, and making the immense space a great fortress of the Yozis. During the same time, the retreating souls made a new home in Yu-Shan, those that could, and a great many refugees escaped with the chaff, into Creation, an idea of Theion that Malfeas continued. I was a shadow, avoiding notice, especially the notice of the new Ligier, and thence I started thinking on my own nature, and how it would be strengthened if my opposition was to something not in thrall to Malfeas. I approached Autochton, and Cytherea, and whispered the right words, and a few centuries later, the Sun, in its current form, was distilled magically, from Ligier, and hung over both the new Yu-Shan and Creation. When the rebellion happened, Ligier was hung within the new prison-body of Malfeas, as its beating heart, fitting for the core soul of such a tremendous being. Mardukth had been dying for ages at that point, and when he was finally killed by the Chosen, his core soul exploded in turn. He was never seen again, although, He who holds in Thrall appears to be a like-minded soul. So, they are no longer in the same place, as Malfeas is the dimension that is himself, and He who holds in Thrall is in the underworld. I remember thinking that the shadow of Ruvela was cast in an interesting way in Zen-Mu, then dissipated too fast, when Ligier rose over the horizon, but I was never able to properly investigate just what had happened. Soon after, as I reckon time, the faithless rebels attacked, and there were no more days for such pursuits.
Conflict Type
Showdown
