Kadmon
“What is this murky truth, deep in the abyss of the world? What is the point to life when all is but an illusion? A mere, wishful thought that you can do good.”
Illust. Spearthymint
All hail the Great Angel who graces the world with his light.
– The Pit Dweller’s Prayer as taught by the White Prophet
Blessed be his name. Samael. Who cast away the dark.
The crown you bestow upon us is the crown for the promised.
Let us be everything you wish us to be.
Help us survive this night and be merciful for our wrongs.
Protect us from the Great Evil and guide us to do our rights.
For life lights the right. Now and the aeons to come.
The spirit of the Angel and the faith that came with it. The understanding that the Angel watched over the Living. It had been humbling for Kadmon, knowing that someone was watching over them. And just as Samael had watched over him, he wanted to watch over his people too. Those who were weak and oppressed.
In his youth, he had witnessed how his people – the Pit Dwellers – were fed the scraps of the Kingdom of Verdania. He sought a way of peace to save them. But peace brought the destruction of his home, the loss of his close friend, and the death of his lover. His hope wasn’t enough to save his people.
Trusting his faith for the Angels, he travelled South to look for the Angelic Relics. Perhaps, the Angel’s power could help him liberate the downtrodden. Yet when he found them, the Relics denied him. His faith betrayed him. His god abandoned him. The kindness of the Angels were just a dream. And his dream wasn’t enough to save his people.
But there is power greater than the Angels. Power beyond the realm. One that fed on despair.
Death Esa. Axhol. The Dead.
The Dead will rise again. The Dead will save my people.
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