The First Apocalypse:
The world of Gorias,
Was uninhabitable by ANYThing other than Fomorii constructs.
Gorias had become the factory world, of the System.
Abundant resources,
Highly reactive super thick atmosphere,
Nothing else, even on a strictly biochemical amino acid structure existed there.
Only purely chemical reactions. No biochemical systems existed.
No forms of life, either organically molecular or synthetic chemical existed prior to the seeding of nanobot clouds.
The Fomorii transformed the second planet into their own image some say.
Some say, the Fomorii adapted to and adopted the chaos, as their Identity.
Which is true, matters not because both are true.
The Fomorii were left alone, with only their preprogrammed identity to guide them. For eons.
Therein lies the root of the conflict.
Fomorii, fully aware of the rest of the system,
Relegated to, for lack of a better description, hell.
I would surmise, that resentment and envy played into the madness.
Revolt being inevitable.
No matter the power, knowledge or capabilities,
Those that exist within spacetime, can not ever be, Gods.
Only GOD, the primal cause, first observer, that exists outside of spacetime is GOD.
Everything within is,
Creations, problematic though they may be.
Regardless of ego, awareness, or delusion,
Everything within spacetime is a creation.
ONLY GOD, the creator that is, outside of spacetime, is or can be a GOD.
It is profound stupidity to think otherwise.
That didn't stop the creations from self serving arrogance and delusions of grandeur, from trying to pretend otherwise.
Pride goeth before the fall.
Pride leads the way to the fall.
Gravity works.
Everything within spacetime falls.
EVERY THING.
The apocalypse, was inevitable.
We exist in a universe, in process of falling.
We Are Fallen.
Everything within spacetime,
Exists in a macabre dance with damnation.
We damn ourselves.
We live in a dance of the Damned.
Entropy is fact.
GOD like, does not translate into being GOD.
It means, like, as if, similar,
None of which are true in any of the aspects.
The Creators , of Murias could not leave their world.
They fabricated beings that could. Drones so to speak.
The creators forgot that they themselves were, creations.
Which led to hubris, delusion, and, destruction.
GOD did not curse them. GOD merely watched them curse themselves.
And so,
The Fomorii ,
Followed the path of their creators.
When confronted with reality, the Fomorii sought to impose their will, their delusion, of supremacy.
The first EVER war began.
A war still raging till this day. A war that encompassed an entire Star system.
A million years of War.
That had even spread out between the stars.
To get at the Creators, the Fomorii, had to remove their only opponents, the Aos Sidhe.
That was no mean feat.
Which was why the Fomorii first, struck Murias. Raining point singularities and negative matter bombs until murias shattered.
The Aos Sidhe with the Draeg, retaliated by utterly destroying Gorias.
Tit for tat.
So it began.
Centuries of skirmishes.
Choices.
Our choices define us.
Our choices create the reality of our experience.
Choices , it all boils down to Choice.
Who do you choose to be? What type of person do you choose to be?
Who are the friends, you choose?
Who are the enemies you choose?
What are the values, you choose?
The Mirror sea, mirrored the stars.
It was psychedelic. If not for a functional inner ear, Deirdre would have been unable to tell up from down. The cat sized bundle in her lap wiggled. Soft scales moved, lifting slightly, color shifting as they moved. Colors rippled and moved, much like the tufted grain heads of rye grass swaying in a breeze.
Avagddu, Nights Wing.
Learning that much , the young Draeg's name had been labor intensive. Idly, Deirdre traced finger tips along the folded wings.
Strange that they felt , almost exactly like her own in texture. The softest, fluffiest velvet she could imagine. Where Deirdres vestigial wings were of a singular color.
The Draeg wings were kaleidoscopic, constantly shifting patterns and color.
In Time, the entanglement would be learned. Draeg and AOS Sidhe, mapping each other's minds, emotions, selves. There could be no instruction manual in doing this. No more than a manual would help a new born child learn to crawl, walk, run, speak, listen, see.
Time for intricate mind merging.
The process would produce an entirely new entity. Split between Draeg and AOS Sidhe. A merged being, Deirdre/Avagddu, Avagddu/Deirdre.
Deirdre in essence, entered into another childhood. A childhood shared in, with, Avaggddu. Together, they learned to fly. To listen to the soul storm that all Draeg shared. To forge their bond, their union of mind, of hearts.
Years passed as if in a dream.
Things happened outside of the Draeg creche of the mirror sea. Faraway things. War, rumors of war. No one quite knew what to make of war.
The initial response to the treacherous Fomorii had been a hive mind of madness and fury. Worlds had ceased. All of that was still incomprehensible.
Deirdre with Avagddu had spent those years growing together. Untouched by the outside world. Unconcerned, until the outside world of horrors had come, uninvited, to introduce hell.
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The fall along the orbital plane took years. The craft, an adapted Moonlet, exuded No outward signs of radiation, propulsion, or presence of technology whatsoever. This was crucial to the mission. A covert insertion, followed by devastating strikes on the inner system realm of Aos Sidhe.
Launched from the oort cloud, the orbit the craft followed had taken a century already.
Still, the craft had yet to cross the still forming Asteroid belt. Rail guns launched drones with Chemical rockets. The drones moved considerably faster, the chemical rockets only to be used for orbital maneuver and adjustments. The Aos Sidhe could easily detect any form of electromagnetic radiation. Therefore, more primitive systems were employed. The Fomorii could afford to be patient. The Drones passively detected, and recorded all EM transmissions detected, relaying the data collected via quantum entangled com systems. Slowly the Fomorii evaluated and developed their plans. There was a certain sense of satisfaction in phase one, set to commence within the near future. Using the debris from the destroyed home world as weapons seemed almost poetic. Secrecy was paramount. The Aos Sidhe must not have any suspicion or all would fail.
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Laughter, is there a more joyous sound? Aside from your name on the lips of your lover at the peak of passion, no there is not.
When that laughter is over the devastation of a world. Accompanied by tears, and the screams and cries of the Damned and dying. I do believe that laughter is terrifying.
Deidre was a survivor so to speak.
Part of her had survived.
Avagddu had sheltered her body with his body. Physically, he had survived as well.
Mentally...
The Draeg did not share a hive mind. More of a sort of hive soul. Avagddu's soul had become chaos, fury, fear, rage, pain, mostly his soul had become silent.
The silence is what brought the fear. Avagddu had never known such silence. Deirdre, had survived, however her mind had effectively shut down in shock. Their connection was scrambled. Avagddu could hear, her vocalized laughter. What broadcast from Deirdres mind was, something Avagddu could not comprehend.
The Mirror sea lay deceptively still. The flames and destruction reflected across the still surface were so violent that Avagddu expected storm waves to be crashing in response.
There was only the stillness that mirrored the hellscape of mountain peaks. Skies burning as pieces of the moonlets rained down from orbit. Somewhere, far away on the far side of the world a massive eruption poured hot gases and magma out. The clouds from that nightmare framed the horizon.
Avagddu, too wounded and weak to take flight could do nothing. He studied Deirdre. Her body trembled. She continued laughing. With no other ideas of action, Avagddu pulled Deirdre close to keep her warm and curled about her sheltering her with his body.
Time passed. At some point, Deirdre, slept, as did Avagddu. As usual, their dreams merged. They Flew free. Sky dancing. Swooping low close over the mirror sea. Close enough that the aircraft of their passing left rippling wakes on the smooth waters.
Deirdre leapt to consciousness. The pain was. It was , shocking. Pain so intense that it effectively stunned her into a distant numbness. Avagddu stirred.
Deirdre stumbled to the waters edge. She examined herself. Arms scarred, burnt, deformed. Looking at her reflection on the still waters, She realized that the source of the searing pains on her back, marked the vacant place her vestigial wings had been.
Parts of her were hideously scarred. Her arms and hands now resembled talons more than hands. Still, Deirdre was alive. Avagddu was alive.
Where there was life, there could be, vengeance.
Together Deirdre with Avagddu became, vengeance.
The terror on nights wings.
The fury and madness of rage manifest. The Fomorii would pay.
Those survivors of the attack on Falias. While stunned, nevertheless responded diligently. The damage was beyond repair. Falias was not a dying world. Falias was a corpse rapidly decomposing.
An negative matter detonation had created a crater, the bottom of which lay in the planetary magma. Shock waves had caused the planet to ring much like a bell. Magma poured out. The core, had ceased spinning. The magnetic field collapsed. The incessant solar winds began stripping away the atmosphere.
Evacuation was the only option for the survivors. There was now only one inhabitable world. The blue and white third planet.
Getting there would be interesting. The Aos Sidhe had no idea if the Fomorii awaited them in interplanetary space. That didn't matter. There was no other option.
The belt of moonlets continued to fall, hammering the surface. The atmosphere thinning. Only a few Draeg had survived on Falias. Eight in ten of the Aos Sidhe were gone. Destroyed in negative matter blasts.
There were some few thousand in various off planet positions.
Still, the Aos Sidhe were facing near extinction.
The Fomorii were disappointed.
Their strike had failed to eradicate the Aos Sidhe. The planetoid base and drones, detected and destroyed. It would be ages before the Fomorii could prosecute their war with any true effect.
Aos Sidhe, unimpeded by Fomorii, evacuated the ruin of Falias.
Fenias was their refuge, their new home.
The Aos Sidhe had been eternally changed. Betrayed. Nearly extinguished. Their gods, destroyed.
Clans , nations, gone.
Only tattered remnants. So much lost.
Rage, fury, became their new essence. Vengeance their new righteousness.
War their very being.