Nocturne-Part 3

<<Julien entered the Gates of Elysium with Fade by his side, as was custom. Following in their footsteps came the hundreds attributing to the glow of colored glass within the Vast Antechamber. The crystal chandeliers sparkled when the kaleidoscope of high spirits struck them. Trinity bounded in blue and silver causing the causeway to release its lucent mist. When the Kindred breathed in the mist they became weary. It worked through them slowly, transforming. The Kindred turned, and became pure; this form of Trinity-**chas impervia** (invisible purity) was their duty. When the transformation was complete, they would cover Elysium restoring its exactness; and whilst in this state the Kindred transcended, becoming the light of creation. That was the purpose of the causeway mist.

**Chas impervia** would, in turn, channel the trinity of the guardian Angels whom were earthbound, extending jubilation and refuting infected souls in their area of sight; promoting fear in the propagation of evil indulging possession. The phenomenon invoked the eternal foundry between demons and angels, representing the boundary between them; evolving the balance in which they arrived.

In the end, just as it was uncertain when the trinity would be released so was the Spawns effluence-**sull halin** (sullied breathing)-the iniquity s curse; inspiring violence and betrayal.

Thus, there has always been and always will be Discord. There were two prominent influences heading this clash of tides. As there must be two factions in every war, there must be two banner men beholden to the the cause.>>

(I drew light the hand I blessed; touched by tears of forgotten fears. A wistful blame descended, moving through with fasted mirth begrudging the deserts sill. Stranded anew I peaked through guileless glass, a traveler without what mortals might---lost in night s more perilous sight.

I stood a fraction of my flight savoring refinement, flattering against relentless gravity s relieve. Coaxed by frivolity and glamorous scents I remained, a weight forthcoming as I gorged. As angels pleased invisible fancies unknown, feelings of the flesh removed resistance combing our intemperance.

The perception of free will is tempting in its infinite privilege. My endurance wanes besought by revelation. Narrowed by comparison as I am soulless, I can still keenly observe its ruthless production. This, my untouchable gift, stokes my reverence and my empty stare for the haunting images I bear.

Such silence engages me, my attractive sorrow. Such separations, such mendacity, afford me this everlasting. As I am ceaseless in my task, I should be curious.)

*Scars*, this sword I bear, standing in for heaven and I strike its stirring target; so sworn its cutting edge. I summon the lowly demon in its flash, toward Amalgamae; to despondence his haven reeves, encompassing him within-the Abyss.

Nay a slayer nor a martyr trysts with evil, but glances off their pointed horns and fiery barricade I am spent for generations loath for permanence. Have I hardened Earth s soil in my enclave, nurtured a greater head in prophets faith? Who am I but lifted above their flesh and blessed without, enabling me to ward them from the evil bow?

So many questions range my existence. Have I awarded his allegiance, and conspired with Satan s peril time and again, only to meet with this unvarying circle? To whom do I owe the pleasure of my legacy? Should I let bow the flesh I child, justifying my peace with unnerving mediocrity?

Alas, it is not my place or doom to wither this vein for vanity. That living amongst His men has helped me surrender to their impudence. I was not made or imported for their education, but simply to harness with balance against an equal savagery; them whom do not quail at their purpose, pervading order to gain the higher ground. Demons *scowls* braving the impossible, making it their goal to dominate everything.
My doubt is thus shadowed, and I remain steadfast.

I watched -Rashnu- pace within his thoughts; in his midst I played as his guest and courted his garden of admirers. Angels *scoffs* harbingers of passion and will. -Allocer- scabbed the scene with poisoned flattery, meeting the most willful into subjugates. His influence raged their passions until lust veritably drowned them. It would be his gift directly, from Duke to Justice that would enrage him; *pure* Rashnu. He wanted Rashnu for his ranks, but it would take time to encourage one such as he; in his position of power. The day waned into night. Before dusk, however, the eclipse would riddle the world in darkness; he grinned.

I reached the eclipse and savored its disaster; all of us kind, *evil*, deriving strength from its supernatural shade.

At the creak of leather I glided, confronted by flight the rampant Fire of my hearth; Gehenna.

I passed by crowing angels congruent in their martyrdom circles. Sighing after prior heroes and moved by clairvoyance. I was removed, this passing shadow, belligerent though guileless; their ceaseless enemy.

At liberty I ve swallowed darkness, perpetual in my destiny, as I ve ventured the greatest womb. Imprisoned by her need, grand and all encompassing; my sweet mother.

I succumbed my landing to the Amalgamae (entrance), where upon the rising moved my threshold. Unto wake therein, evils own Abyss.

It was then, following my exit, that I felt the pulse of Trinity; chas impervia. I felt rather than heard the pain of my race. Aggravated waves purged their bodies, breaking their backs and twisting their wings. My curse echoed through the Abyss before I started to scream.

<<For them within the Macrocosm; **chas impervia** s origin, would suffer more greatly than anyone. Consorted upon the deviltry daunting its escape, considered punishable by the balance; lest it not be and demons run rampant; or even angels resign to ascend to be their betters, should they not bend to **sull halin**. These powers were the great keepers, for no others might humble the surfaced divine.>>