Dance Of The Damned:The Dawn Gods War.

Chapter 5, an excerpt.

Humans think in three dimensions. Four if one rates memory as a directional vector. Or would it be a field? What exists behind the Wave collapse? Now, is the point of collapse. Behind the Wave is the past, which is in effect memory.

Does that mean the Space of Space-Time is memory?

It was an old argument. Two of the three in Llew's head continued the discussion. Llew ignored them, quirked a mental brow-thought at the third, who chose silence.

Ahhhch!

Again, Humans actively experience only three dimensions of perception and thought in any moment of experience.

Aos Sidhe however experience several more aspects of dimensional perception. Probability being one of them. Sensitivity to a wide range of electromagnetic frequencies, seeing into the radio frequencies, infrared, ultraviolet, sensing fields, magnetic, gravitic, and others humans have no words for.

There's some fancy mathematics that attempt to define them. However no humans have mastered the eloquence of the mathematic languages of equations to express the elegant poetry in a truly relatable lyrical manner.

Poetry, it all boils down to poetry.

The Universe sings. It is the music of existence of life.

And life sings as well.

The two whirl about in the infinite dance of the finite music.

Everything in space and time is fallen. Damned to be exact. It is all a dance of the damned.

Live long enough and the patterns are learned. The thing about patterns is, that they are patterns. Patterns mean repetition. One can learn the patterns and accurately predict what the patterns result in. Prescient perception in a sense. Then pesky chaotic people make choices and screw everything up.

Random internal dialogue as usual while going through the necessary motions of existence.

Roses! They love roses. Llew paused looking over the delicate five leaved flowers. Tiny thorns abounded, glistening with dew drops the thorns had captured. Beautiful, draped in thorns and diamonds.

Enjoying the quiet beauty. The tiny cascading rainbow flames of the Flowers aura. Reflecting, dancing in and among the drops of liquid diamonds. Yes the intricate beauty suits the Morrigna, gorgeous, crowned in flames and jewels wreathed in thorns. Who couldn't adore that?

Screams of pain and terror broke the silence. Breakfast is served! Smiling Llew moved to join in the feast.

Badbh sat at the polished granite table drinking from the writhing body. Casually tearing bits of the flailing extremities off, tossing them to the well disciplined Wolfhounds that gulped down the tasty treats. Achh! The woman is a beautiful terror!

Llew dared not show the barest hint of his fascination. Badbh would scorn him more than her usual, viewing such as weakness. Which was wrong. Llew's fascinating obsession, his intoxication with her fueled his strength. The only thing keeping Llew intact amongst the god slayers that fought for control continually was his purpose. Llew's purpose is Badbh. Love of Badbh. Love for Badbh. Love, for his wife.

A love Llew would do anything for including murder his own soul.

Sighing internally Llew blazed with his hunger for her. Better that she view it as joy from the feast. Settling in at the stone table Llew grasped a waiting morsel, easily snapping the bones of flailing arms and legs, settling in for breakfast himself.

Stone was the best dinning surface. The human servants could easily clean up the mess. Wood , while beautiful tended to stain and carry the decaying stench of blood and fluids. Better that wood be used for ornamentation, writing tables and such. Likewise for floors. Stone is much easier to keep tidy and clean.

The Dawn burned across the skies. Shadows danced. Gazing at the morning Llew was reminded of her anew. Love is an insane complication. At least, it can never be boring!