The Dawn Gods War
The Dance Of The Damned volume Two: Chapter Three
The long fall continued. War and death had become the essence of the Aos Sidhe.
To an extent, the Fomorii had successfully destroyed the Aos Sidhe.
Shattering the bond with the Draeg, twisting the peaceful beautiful fae, with their ethereal wings into the fallen champions of destruction and fury.
Too bad the Fomorii had not learned to not shit in their own beds.
They had created the destruction of all in their pride and envy.
Their creators had crafted in their own image. Navel gazing narcissism, had birthed envious narcissism which had become narcissistic rage. Complete insanity.
The Dance of The Damned had been called.
The paying of the piper would transition across eons.
Set watched blankly as the scramjet came apart around him.
There comes a point that sheer non stop terror and horror leaves even a Fomorii unresponsive.
Numb is not quite right, stunned? A state of permanent CPTSD trauma replay?
An inability to feel anything other than shock, terror, horror and rage.
The shriek of supersonic winds, the tearing metals, the sharp snap and cracks of synthetic composites, ceramics, flotsam and jetsam of what seconds before had been a rescue retrieval flight. Until an Aos Sidhe Dragon patrol had spied them and chose to amused itself. Tearing the aircraft apart in low orbital flight.
Through all of the chaos, Nothing could drown out the sounds ringing out, replaying in memories.
The screaming. Always the screaming, and her laughter.
She had locked eyes with him, laughing, gasping, then laughing while Set had been vivisecting her.
Experimenting. Essentially, conducting an autopsy, repeatedly upon , first Her, Cathbadua, then her quantum clones.
All Three had done the same.
Then the laughter as they, the three, Morrigna, set had unintentionally created, as they devoured every slave, destroyed every formor , slaughtered the human-fomorii cross breeds.
How they had laughed, giggling , played cats cradle with Sets daughter and wife's living entrails.
How his wife and daughter screamed for hours.
The memories of the triune fiend Set had inadvertently created, devouring his wife and daughter alive. The screams, the spasms, the popping of joints, snap of bones, the sounds of ripping flesh. His daughters voice crying out for him.
The Trinity of fury had known he was watching over the net security system. They enjoyed it, made sure to hold tasty tidbits up for the sensors to record. While they laughed.
Several Millennia of war , had left a Solar system that once held ten planets, reduced to nine. Four inhabitable worlds , reduced to One. One world had been reduced to orbital rubble.
The war continued on, on the one habitable world that remained for eons more.
Set had remembered all of that. Had.
Between Psychological damage to his created quantum entangled nano tech networked systems, and sheer physical damage from the evac scramjet being shot down at mach seven , and the effects of phased array Maser and dragons breath on his nanite structure.
What survived was no longer Set.
His only intact memories being those days trapped in the facility while the Morrigna raged.
Set , became, Balor, one eye, one legged, one armed, a Fomorii monster composed of terror, horror, and rage.
The war continued. Now , the AOS Sidhe had new champions, new leaders.
Llew of the lightning spear, and his radiant sword of light, Fragarach, the Retaliator.
With, the Morrigna,
Three Identical quantum linked quantum clones. Badbh, Macha, And Nemain, Terror, Rage, and Fury.
Set crawled with his one arm. Dragging himself, writhing in the dirt and dust. The land a desolate desert of Meteor blasted and heat glassed sand with Radioactive dust. Set had no destination in mind. The cloud consciousness of his self, fragmented among scenes of horror. Though, Set could not remember why he felt horror, or fear, or shame, and guilty and a bright burning rage. Set knew a set of feelings, just, not able to connect a why to the emotions. His memories randomly accessed, replayed, re-experienced.
Set found his new self, a new identity in madness and horror.
Fitting and just, evil always destroys itself . Destruction is the only desire of evil, the only creation.
The Fomorii had transformed the fae Aos Sidhe through treachery.
Fomorii treachery and evil had struck back. Truly, we all reap as we sow.
GOD watched all of this without comment. Evil begat evil. Vengeance created vengeance. Grace had been rejected, denied, then forgotten amidst the hell that had come to be. GOD did not curse these fallen beings.
They had each chosen rage, fury, hate, revenge, rejecting Love, peace and mercy. Paradise had been freely rejected in favor of hell and damnation.
GOD watched, weeping for the lost.
Set, crawled, writhing , a ruined insane mess. How long? Days? Decades? Set had no idea.
Until one day,
These creatures found his ruin. Besides a seasonal puddle of immense size. These creatures were curious. They poked, prodded, examined. Tasted. Nanites, autonomous insane artificial intelligence beings, infested these curios hominids.
A new thing was born.
Religion, the enslavement of minds, began. An infection that consumed, altered the remnants. Creating servitors. The last Fomorii, became a god. A god that sought to create in it's broken, insane image of terror rage and envy.
The Dance whirled on.
Aos Sidhe, those few remaining, hunting Fomorii. Fomorii hiding in cavernous depths. Preserved only in the chaos of kinetic meteor strikes, and bio weapons that Set had unleashed.
Aos Sidhe devastated, further changed. Desperate and mad.
Fomorii terrified, enraged, and mad.
Hominids, native born evolved on this third planet , awed, frightened, prey animals watched all of this.
