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The Reformist
"Mecca."
"I've made a few personal touches."
"The Knossos Bearing?"
"Yes. What better place to put it?"
Uriel was shocked at Pythias' blind arrogance, "You will be destroyed by yourself Pythias."
"No. I think that that soldier will kill me."
"I can't let you do this."
"I know. You only wanted the Watchers to get a little more respect and now here you are, standing over the
murder of your species, side-by-side with Mephistopheles. Looks like you really didn't learn anything after all,
eh Itard? All that studying was just a waste."
"I'll kill you Pythias!"
"Why Uriel? You want this, don't you? The old ways?"
"Not like this. I never sought genocide."
"You and your precious balance; your Taoism, your Christianity. There is only one balance, life and death.
And that need not be scaled evenly. Death will consume all eventually. We are only here to wait for the arrival
of oblivion. There is nothing wrong with making it come a bit quicker, eh Uriel? That is reality."
"You will find, Pythias, that nothing is as real as you would desire it to be."
And two angels clashed there, above the birth of a world.
Iblis felt more alone than ever before. His home was being reconstructed in front of him, but it was so dead. There
were towering cities but no one inside of them.
A noise.
The Warrior turned himself about and stared at another. And another. They came from the ruins; Watchers. They came
to see their messiah achieve his vengeance.
Iblis followed the puppet show and watched the strings dance, "Finally! There shall be justice."
"Humanity will see what we pathetic outcasts have done."
"Now is our time. This is the revolution of Pythias."
"No! This is the revolution of the Watchers!"
There was a subdued chaos amongst them when this was proclaimed.
Iblis watched as a Darkness took them; he saw as their Lives became nothing before their Socialistic Greed.
Uriel fell upon his knees, breathing more blood than air. Pythias ran and kicked his head up from under his chest.
Uriel fell back again, on his back.
But there was one realization left for Pythias. Uriel would show him his weakness. Uriel would destroy the fool
and stop this insanity. Uriel would redeem himself.
Pythias watched as the brilliant, pure wings flung themselves from Uriel's back. There were three pairs. Pythias
watched as Uriel's skin cracked and fell and the soft flesh underneath was shown. It was a blank, blinding white.
Pythias watched as Uriel revealed itself to the world.
And then it came for him.
But Pythias was ready for such an event. This was a true human. Pythias grabbed Uriel by the throat. This was the
wondrous power needed to activate the final step. Pythias flung Uriel against his machine, atop Mecca. This was
the human spirit. Pythias took the exhausted Uriel again and attached it to the Knossos Bearing. This was an individual.
Iblis stared blindly at an Individual.
The Watchers watched as Death became their surroundings.
The Cherubim in the Sky turned fallen, led by their Mephistopheles.
Iblis took his last breath of Life and engaged in what would be his death.
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