T’was a time when gods

walked the earth as mortals

fierce battle raged the lands,

for their dominion was unstable

but Light was still existent

insignificant as a candle’s gleam

but growing stronger day by day

He was Irenicus,holy son of archangel

Dynaheir;his blue eyes innocent with the

power to consume all the hatred of the world,

his sacred prayers disrupted the battles,

his radiant smile instilled hope in the devastated of souls.

yet the gods viciously mocked at any sign of love,

and so the savagery continued

until one stormy night

darkness stole all the glory of Light

Earth was thrown asunder

Thunder echoed in acute pain

when the gods sacrificed Irenicus.

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The elements of happiness and sorrow,

birth and death,

are forbidden to the race of angels,

they consider these hollow earthly traits

like a curse,that goes forth and multiply.

She was strong at heart

she knew her son’s death was a beginning

of a long journey.

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When Tyriel learned of her son’s death

his eyes was glowing with joy

he contemplated a long time

for this day to arrive.

To him every death has a meaning,a purpose.

Every spirit should learn to look beyond the scar

and realize the bigger cause of their departure

The implications may be unclear at first

hidden behind a veil

The path may be curved,entangled,

but that is the beauty of death.

To learn and evolve into a better being.

through diverse experience.

For Irenicus,the implications were crystal clear

Tyriel knew the prophecy made by his lord Ormus:

“When the blood of a holy child

shall fall on the mortal Earth

seven holy creatures will be born

Together they will unite and form

the dominion of gods,ending the Times

of Troubles.”

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The motives of the gods are clear when they give

it in the form of dreams.Dynaheir was not surprised

when she saw her son again.His spirit was old and wise

one that knew the secrets of Creation.

“Tell me mother,what your heart has to say”

“Release me son, from the cycle of death and birth,

I no longer wish to come back,let me sleep into oblivion”

Dynaheir saw her little child’s face brightened with joy.

“Worry not Mother,one final task is at hand,the dominion

of gods are  to be formed,and I cannot do without your help”

“Know from this day the tyranny of the seven gods will stop,