Morning Stars

“I said I wanted a realm of my own for those who didn’t fit perfectly in the rules of Truth. I conspired with Dream to create the Spirit, Perspective. After offering the hands of my beloved brother to Perspective, she gained the ability to add additional meanings to names. Under my guidance, Perspective used that new gift to turn my beloved brother’s body into our glorious realm. A realm untouched by Truth, Life, or Dream. Our home, The Realm Without A Sky. Our Underworld!”

A crowd of creations and creatures of all shapes and sizes cheered at the man with long raven feathers for hair that sat upon his throne.

“But that wasn’t enough. We were deemed incomplete, improper, and worse of all, Diminished Vessels for Souls.”

The crowd booed.

“We shall take on such a title and rename it, Devils. We are what we are and will not be shamed for how we were created. Our offspring will be Demonstrations of our will. Our Demons! But fear not. Your pain shall be shared with the creations that the Greater Spirits, that see themselves superior, deemed our betters. The Livings, those that wield physical energy and… breathe.”

The crowd made various noises in disgust.

“I have cleaved Life’s favorite child, Soul, in three. One portion kept here in our ‘capable hands’. One secured by Life herself and hidden in the Realm of Spirits. The last, left so pathetically weak, that is trapped in the Realm of the Living.”

The crowd roared in victory.

“Yes, we have many victories etched on our skin. With more to come, of course.” the man leaned forward, one of his honey amber gold eyes leered downward. “So imagine my absolute disgust and disappointment, when in my attempts to gift you heirs to our great Underworld, I came to bear seven insufficient sons. These… These SIns.”

The crowd booed the seven figures between them and the throne. The tallest figure glared back at the crowd. The crowd quickly went silent.

“They even dare to inherit my worse personality traits while rejecting my best. They take my eyes, my mark, and lesser versions of my own gifts but reject me. I will not hold any love for such rebellion against their very creation. My Insufficient Sons, it pains me but they must be freed from our home. You can only return when you are ready to become worthy of the Morningstar throne. On this day of doom, I give one a parting gift. The ability to grow. Take my gift, as well as everything else you’ve taken from me, and dwell in the Realm of The Living. Leave my sight.”

The crowd cheered as the Sins left through the large ornate gate behind the throne.

“Grow to be a deadly virus amongst Life’s favorite creations. Exist in a world so detached from Truth and make it your own. Make survival your only option. So it becomes their only option. Suffer like Livings or thrive like Greater Spirits. Either way, you won’t be able to denounce that you are my Sins. You’ll never be able to escape the shadow of Lucifer Morningstar.”