Pitch black, silence and misunderstanding, the world shook to its core. The energy of ALL the gods both old and new resonated and sent the world into a chaotic tune. For the next 3 days Chaos, Sin, Beauty, and the sound of Bach - Partita No. 2 in D Minor, Allemanda, performed by Lucifer, the only reincarnated that had maintained consciousness was heard. Of course, mixed with death cries, moans both pleasurable and evil, screams of confusion, and rumors had spread across the land.

  Remember; 18 years have passed, with no sign of the gods, no sign of the angels, nor demons alike. Only Human rule. For better or worse the “rule” of “civilization” has taken hold. The minority rule while the many suffer; nothing has changed this, nor has there been any hope.

  Yet. Not a single soul could truly imagine what was taking place.

  Peering into Oblivion, emptiness, or Limbo. The only description humans could give for what had occurred. Well, for many it was more like Hell on Earth.

  Blackness, crashing waves, the only sound that could be heard was described as “bombs”. Humanity was tossed aside like nothing but “balls upon a pong board” so simple yet so terrifying to say the least. “Why is this happening?” Wes asked himself. As his vision began to “open” he saw the beauty! Saphire filled his eyes, as he saw the ocean spread upon him. Orange and red hues with golden desire filled his peripherals once when he focused on the horizon. “My god” he muttered. The magnificence he saw was but a reflection of the empty skies above, the orange and red hues were deeper than he had realized. Crimson filled the ocean as all South America lay engulfed, murdered, and forgotten. For 3 days land was lost in blood and bones.

  Equi suddenly fainted, light began to flicker upon Humanity once again. The acts of human lust and murder grew louder in Distaria as all thought life was ending. Dren, confused by all the cries of death held tight to his impassive best friend. Yet something so sudden, so quiet, so almost unbelieving, whispered to Dren “Relax”.

  Then she fell for a second time.

  Boils formed upon his skin in the very places he was holding her. The sudden pain, stress, and misunderstanding filled Drens throat! “FUCK” he cried... Feeling guilt Dren’s eyes focused to Equi still lying flat on distilled ground...

  “Can you hear me love?” he whispered. Suddenly Equi moaned. “Damnit Dren, did you spike my punch again?” Staring confused, upset, and bewildered, Equi patiently desired an answer. Yet with her cries all that was received was a chuckle so familiarly unfamiliar. The kind of chuckle that brings worry yet amusement. Like watching a scary movie and hearing the bad guy laugh after something dastardly happens and you can’t help but enjoy the amusement of it all!

  When she came too, she almost understood what was happening. She could feel the malice that suddenly filled her bones. In that instant Equi battled her feelings with such ferocity any “normal” person would faint from the sheer pressure. “Why?!” she screamed! “Of all the GODS it’s you!” She couldn’t believe this was happening although she had already accepted it. Equi rejected His presence, yet she understood that their souls were already married. There was no “him”, but something still felt wrong in all the unwanted comfort. She suddenly, even for a moment, let the waves of anger, mistrust, deceit, and death envelope her as she felt, SHE remembered lying in Tartarus for all those years. “Bastards!” she roared not realizing the magnitude her voice boomed, sending ripples through the very fabric of existence only few could have understood. Equi’s heart tore as she had just noticed Drens’ cries of pain. Without thought, “Flames of Rejection” engulfed Dren.

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  “Why would you do this to me?!” He panicked. “Equi?!” his horror could barely be heard. The fear in his eyes as he was bathing in this light began to spike as he saw no disbelief, fear, nor amazement. In that moment, all he could remember was a twisted smile that suddenly overtook Equi’s soft-natural face. Suddenly ALL pain was gone. He felt light, strong, full, and better yet the raspiness from breathing Distaria’s corrupted air has completely faded. As Dren looked at Equi with pure amazement, the smile had disappeared and was replaced with pure panic. The fear of understanding. For 3 days Equi wept as Dren watched in silence bewildered by his surroundings. For every moment she wept it rained. Tiny blue flames fell upon the land of Distaria healing it inch by inch.

  The” City of Sin” glistening with sparkling lights, Rose red roads, and emerald wishes, is all described in the subtle yet beautifully treacherous city. The sites were always a distraction from what was truly happening on the coast. Tonight was no different. As all went black, nothing halted in the cityscape. Such an unusual event wasn’t truly unusual for those in the city. Yet, tonight, was different. For 3 days something so indescribable happened. ALL fell in love entrapped within the limits of the borders of Nevada. Nobody entered, nor left. Inside there was nothing but unimaginable lust, pleasure, disgust, chaos, and beauty. Scenes of debauchery, taboos unimaginable, and unspoken desires not only filled the air, but fueled it! Aphrodite had awoken.

  To the East.

  The shadows shifted. The group that began to shroud the Capitol of the United States began to truly shift. They plotted their movements meticulously, they made the necessary bribes, they made the necessary people disappear to achieve their goal of overthrowing the capital and taking the nation back. Lead by the Native Warrick Franklin they inched towards their goal. Not caring the consequences, not thinking of what came to them, their only desire was being to free those who lived in desolation beyond themselves. They all truly believed, including their leader, that this was the day.

  At least for One it truly was...

  Splinters spiraled, faces twisted, the very act of living was forbidden in this space. As Warwick lay flat the spurs of lightning fell upon the land. This was no normal storm. For 3 days the bolts of chaos struck Washington D.C. The White house lies flat in the torrent of bolts. As everyone scrambled, they fell, bodies bubbling with bolts that fell upon their skin. Only Warwick survived the endless brutality. Only Warwick knew what his blood desired.

  In THE KINGDOM Angels wept. Not knowing nor understanding HIS grace by lying Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael flat on HIS domain. The beauty of Heaven could never be described. I’ll be damned if I could signify the Majesty of foreverness. Yet in all the beauty there are still 3 fallen angels. Golden blood spread across the land. Spewing from their body nobody could comprehend what was happening.

  Yet almost as if HE designed this himself, all the people inched towards the Holy Land, and nobody dared to stop them. How could they? 3 children walked across Jerusalem as if it was their duty, glistening in a light so pure and beautiful. Yet nobody died in their presence. The moment they woke upon the land so did the sun and earth. The cycle had caught up to the masses. Only it was too late. All the unchosen that had gazed upon the future lie blind from the heat. For everyone else this was a blessing from the light itself. Never truly understanding the sounds they were hearing humanity lie confused at the end of the 3 days of “Divine Chaos”. The sound of music finally lifted, storms finally stopped raging, and the cries and moans both of pleasure and pain began to soften. Many had lost their life, and many found something new within themselves. These select few will unknowingly lead the way the Universe works. Only they can change the shape of reality and hold everyone accountable for their actions and reactions.

  As the sounds of the keys began to fade Lucifer attempted to flee his location. However, he cannot, still bound by the “punishment” given to him The Fallen angel remained shackled.