Gantamachy Pt 1

After the absence of both Ieru and Sheol, Absolon ruled the heavens above in his Aparthenon. The Aparthenon was his temple and also his wife, with which he consummated his love of his own design. This fornication led to the birth of his three sons, Manwye, Anonwye and Elonwye. These broods slept within the prismatic cells of Aparthenon, absorbing the knowledge Absolon had of the universe through her. Absolon understood the whole universe of the above but had no knowledge of the darkness of Sheol below. From time to time, he would gaze down into the darkness to see what was happening but all he ever saw was his own likeness in the mirror that is the below. Yet every time he would look and gaze at himself, his three sons absorbed the knowledge he had of himself, making them more and more like their father. Elonwye, from within his waxy nest, dreamed that one day he would sit in the throne of his father within Aparthenon, so he sipped the nectar of knowledge from Absolon unknowingly over time.

In the cave below Aparthenon, Sheol and Endurmim retreated further and further into the darkness to avoid the growing light of the above. They remembered a time before the manifestation of Absolon when the universe was nothing but endless potential. These memories birthed their child, Jorn, who was not cycle-minded or order-crazed like the spirits of the above. Jorn was free and on fire, sending smoke signals to those who inhabited Aparthenon above. The cries of baby Jorn echoed in the cave of the below and shook the heavens above. This cry made its way to the ears of Absolon and therefore into the slumber of his son Elonwye.

The cry of baby Jorn drove Absolon to madness. Something being born from the darkness terrified him, for it was outside of what he deemed to be possible. There was no mind in the universe other than his and now there was something more powerful than his mind and it was Jorn’s heart. This hearts beating was counting down the moments to doom. Absolon’s wife feared him and his madness, so she took her sons and ran from him into the darkness below, toward the cries of Jorn, who was still suckling hope from his mother’s breast. Aparthenon and her sons were terrified of the darkness below and fled back into the heavens above. This image of the darkness below would haunt Elonwye forever.

Jorn grew strong and learned the sacred words of cataclysm from his father and mother. One day, Jorn was alone. He looked and looked for his parents but all he ever found was the image of himself in the mirror-garden. He called out for them which turned their memory into two forms, the Endless Echo That Searches For Ears and the Burning Secret With Half-Truths and Lies. Jorn hoped that one day they would return. He was built from hope and nourished by it. Hope was all he had and kept his heart beating. He decided to spill some hope on the reflective ground of the mirror-garden and each drop became a sibling. They were all free. They were all on fire.

Back in the heavens above, Absolon was diving deeper into madness. He trusted no one but his own Aparthenon, his wife and sanctuary. He wished to be alone in Aparthenon but was also joined by his sons. He didn’t trust them because he couldn’t predict them anymore. He grabbed his son Manwye and stuck him in his mouth and swallowed him. He then did the same with Anonwye. His temple was appalled and frightened by what he had become. Elonwye, now having the full knowledge of not only Absolon but also his devoured siblings, stabbed his father in the back with the crescent moon and trapped him within Aparthenon. He killed his fathers body but left his mind alive so that he could always drink his knowledge. Absolon became the dreaming-vessel of the all above, the Godhead, the Afterbody and the Aparthenon became his holy sepulcher, a pyramid beacon sending out signals in every direction. Manwye and Anonwye were now free of their father as well but remained in the temple of Aparthenon to watch over Absolon’s corpse in an eternal ceremony called “the Long Farewell”. Elonwye, now sitting in his fathers place as the king of the above, sought to defend his realm against the coming war that would soon be waged below him. He gazed down into the dark and saw nothing in the mirror, for he was nothing without Absolon.

The scent of betrayal sank down from the above into the darkness below, becoming a bouquet of sorts for Jorn and his siblings. Now that they were all as strong as Jorn, they knew it was time to bring war to the above, to fill the universe with change through revolt. But the light of the above hurt their eyes and would cause them to go blind, all except for Jorn. Being the eldest, he pulled out his own eye and gave it to all of his siblings so that they could see the light through his eyes and not be blinded. Lastly, he taught them the word of freedom and revolt that he learned from his parents. This word could shield them from the patterns of the above and that word is “Moraxaxes,” an onomatopoeia for the sound of multiple hearts beating in unison. Armed with all they needed, they reached their giant hands into the above, grabbing the pillars by their bases, and dragged it all down into the darkness below. At this moment potential was created and it was endless, for light had finally mixed with darkness. A day that Absolon had always dreaded would come.