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What is evil? What is good? Is the lion evil for hunting and devouring it’s prey? Does perspective define evil? Is evil an objective absolute? Is evil, like beauty, strictly in the eye of the beholder? Do the rules of the herd apply to the predator? Does the predator ever consider the perspective of the prey? Does the predator even care about the perception of food?
Do the Aos Sidhe ever consider the perception of their prey? Of course not! The Aos Sidhe consider humans only in the manner one pays attention to sharp objects or bee stings. Potentially dangerous, if due caution is observed, neither sharp objects or insects are a threat. If anything they are merely a nuisance. Humans are not considered people. Humans were created from a breeding program. A program to create the most useful cattle and servants possible. The only people are the Aos Sidhe.
However, steal honey from the bees, then the entire hive attacks. That becomes a threat. Humans have evolved in great numbers. Humans have sought to emulate the people for millennia. Even a chimpanzee can learn to fire a gun if it plays with one long enough. That is at most what humans are. Hairless primates that host fragments of the Aos Sidhe DNA. Humans only have a double helix DNA formation. People, have a triple helix DNA . That is more that twice the coding the cattle carry. The Aos Sidhe are not related to any primates on this earth. The Aos Sidhe are the original intelligent species of the Solar System.
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Badb grew impatient at the repeated texts and calls. Macha had refused to answer her cel, now Badbs cel was being blown up.
" Yes?” Badb answered with a snarky attitude.
" What have you done? Have you lost your bloody minds? Och, aye, Don’t answer that! What ever you are doing has to stop! Right this moment! In the now!′ Thundered out of the tiny speaker. ” Too late, it is done.” Was her reply as she ended the call, dropping the cel onto the coffee table.
Badb cackled cheerfully, Chaos and war, are her preferred amusements. Llew cursed and threw his cel across the alleyway to smash on the brick wall.
Llew, was in motion. He had acquired a new Tesla phone and taking a cab to the airport. Enroute he made arrangements to pick up his ticket and boarding pass at the Ryan kiosk at the Shannon airport. Then, back to America. Furiosly hoping it was not too late to stop whatever insanity the Morrigna was unleashing. Things had gone considerably sideways. He had known better than to relax! With the Morrigna, the only certainty is chaos. Llew was pleased when he found no passengers in first class on board the passenger jet. Being crowded in with humans in confined spaces was not a favorite thing. Llew leaned his first class seat back. Relaxing, gathering his wills together. His state of being conflicted. One is angry that the god slayers were awake and in circulation. Another was envious, like an addict wanting a fix. The central will was trying to prepare them, which was a difficult task when the other two won’t stop their unceasing bickering. One of the primary issues with the god slayers is that they are highly addictive. A psychological, physical and emotional addiction. The other problem is that they have their own agenda which they ardently pursue.
Morgan and Michael were cruising southbound for Chattanooga. There had been major battles fought there during the war between the states. Morgan loved battlefields, She found them comforting. If they continued another two hours they could hit Atlanta as well. The burning of Atlanta and the battles surrounding the state capitol gave the region a resonance of woe. The Gae bolga moaned in anticipation. Morgan caressed the spear head in her lap. She would have to get an Ash shaft to flesh the spear out. She commented as much. Michael Chimed in, ” There is a place to get one just outside Atlanta. I got most of my kit there. You’ll love it!” They discussed their options , deciding to hit up the rest area on I-75 just over the state line. There would certainly be a snack there to tide them over. Michael absently caressed the pommel of the sword.
Looking out at the passing cars. Spying the Manchester exit he sighed. ” Bonaroo would be fun.” The black Dodge sped along. Their shiny new friends were starving. Neither had eaten in centuries, as they continually reminded Morgan and Michael. Their hunger was getting increasingly difficult to control. Sharing the sensations back and forth creating a feed back loop that magnified the desires and appetites of all involved.
Morgan was so distracted by the mental struggle going on within that she had completely by passed Chattanooga. She pulled off into the rest area just past the Georgia state line. Michael for his part, engaged in an internal dialogue with the sword did not notice until Morgan was pulling into the parking space. He looked up and around. ” Where are we?” Morgan smiled, licking her lips. ” I am hungry, thinking a buffet was a good idea.” Michael nodded, ” Great idea!”
Morgan followed the man across the parking lot. The spearhead carried low, close to her thigh. Michael watched in interest. This was his first opportunity to see Morgan hunt . This would be entertaining, not to mention how sexy Morgan looked, focused on the hunt. The man, in his mid thirties, big, beefy, he had probably been a football player or wrestler back in school. Those muscles now gone soft. He disappeared from sight, his vision blocked by a semi trailer. Michael moved, As Morgan disappeared behind the same trailer. Michael jumped, he landed smoothly on top of the trailer. Looking down, he was amused.
The man, evidently a truck driver, had stopped in the middle of climbing into the trucks cab. He had noticed Morgan following him. Stepping back down the man turned to face Morgan. Michael could see his eyes dilate, hear his heart beat speed up. Before the man could make a sound Morgan moved. She was a couple of inches taller than the man. Morgan slid the spear into the mans belly, lifting his feet a few inches off of the ground when the spear blade was buried full length. This made it so that she did not have to do more than tilt her head as she tore into his throat. The only sound the man could make was a slight gurgling as he kicked his feet and flailed his hands. The sound of broken ribs and tearing flesh was accompanied with the sound of Morgan’s feeding. The mans flailing became twitching. The spearhead moaned in ecstasy. The dying mans terror, a sweet perfume on the early mornings mist.
Once she had drained him, Morgan stuffed the empty husk into the trucks cab and closed the door. Licking her lips she smiled up at Michael before leaping to join him. They kissed, the metallic copper taste of the trucker still fresh on Morgan’s lips. Michael could feel the subtle tremor, like a cats purr of the sated Spear head in her hand. The sword at Michaels side moaned in hunger.
Using the tops of the semi trailers as stepping stones Michael and Morgan moved down the line of parked trucks. So quietly did they move, concealed by the mornings mist and light rain fall. That no one noticed their passing. There were fifteen big rigs scattered on each side of the rest area. It was Michaels turn to feed. Together , they drank their fill sharing the kills with the sword and spear. Another trucker and a married couple were next. Michael was highly amused that they were not married to each other. This rendezvous would be their last. They died watching each other be ravaged. Two Georgia highway patrol men rounded out their snack. Rest areas are convenient feeding areas. Quick access from the highway, usually far outside of towns and cities, always plenty of traffic. It is sort of like when a Jaguar, stakes out a watering hole, just waiting for dinner to take a drink. Only, humans are far less aware of their surroundings than an Antelope or even a Prairie Dog is. It is that grandiose ego and narcissistic self obsession at work. Humans only imagined they were the top of the food chain. Cattle pretending to be predators. Sheep larping as wolves.
The sword and spear chanted eldritch melodies and rather ancient, forgotten songs of distant worlds, forgotten times. Runes were softly moaned, singing in a two part harmony, spells to entice and allure. Michael did his best to ignore the enticing eloquence of death. The struggle between the demons and their new wielders for mastery and control would be a continual perpetual struggle. One slip, and Morgan and Michael would be consumed by the endless hunger and thirst of the god slayers.
On board the massive 747, Llew was drawing closer to his destination. Thank the gods of chaos for first class! He had ordered Scotch as soon as the stewardess came by to ask if he wanted anything. First class on the jumbo jet held only Four people that he could sense. Llew began to relax and leaned his seat back. After hitting that shot of scotch, straight up neat, he opened the second tiny bottle and slammed that shot as well, then lay back to try and nap. Likely he would not be getting much rest over the next few days. Trying to rest his mind, memories of the sword and spear well up unbidden. The righteous joy of battle, the ravens feast of their enemies. Even after near three thousand years, the cravings are fierce. In his head the other two of him continued arguing. Around and around they go. Where it stops he doesn’t know.
Ages ago, just after the second battle at Moy Tura the three day battle where Llew had commanded. That was when the three distinct personalities were born within and Llew became the triune Lugh Llew Lugus. The continual strain and struggle of bearing both sword and spear, plus the strain of command in a genocidal struggle for survival had taken their toll.
Victory always has a price. While the Morrigna manifests the need, the madness and the chaos of war, they divided the strains of war amongst themselves. The Morrigna had not been affected in the least. Llew had subdivided within himself. One had become three. Three that randomly switched among them selves. They argued, they fought, they gambled and bargained for dominance. One could never be certain which aspect was in control until after the action chosen was complete. This ensured that time spent with Llew was always interesting, often frustrating and usually confused.