Hexaemeron v1

HEXAEMERON

Behold

THE SUNDERED TRUTH

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SACRED WITNESS

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THE CHOSEN REALITY

of

WORLD SIX

The driving force, the untiring demesne, the restless world,

REL’TASH

Abhor all other teachings,

WHAT IS WRITTEN HERE IS TRUTH.

Volume 1:

I

VOLIANOR was the first, spiralling away from The Womb with a distasting tongue, hoping to find the-reality-that-was-not. Five times he severed an eternity from the Womb, and he named all the pieces with immutable words. Five times he failed in his intentions, and drove endlessly on towards the chasm of Void. The SIXTH time he paused, as his words had shattered eternity and they were beautiful.

From the empty spaces between his words came NISHARO, who loved all things made and unmade, and hoped Volianor would love her back. For a time it was so. He and she soared through the heavens exploring the grey face of the sixth world in all its cold magnificence, and Volianor was pleased by what he had done. He wrote the forms that would keep the world whole, and came to understand the relationships between all the quarters.

ETERNITY

That hated thing, by which existence would pander forth faceless and boring. It was eternity Volianor sought to end, and it is eternity he has chained the fastest.

Floating in the Not-Between place of his Sixth World, Volianor found eternity seeping into the corners of his house and cast it out. He could not imprison it within a cage, but rather chose to destroy it outright. Its splintered fragments became the SIGILS, the governing form of Rel’tash’s laws, and spread out across the void he hoped they might never unite.

Its pieces were incarcerated by his will lest any fraction of eternity came from The Womb to release them, and from the still pieces he crafted imperishable designs. Some Sigils he named the captors, LEGIONS of which bound the largest fragments, those captives held in place by their own brothers. By forcing them to choose sides he ensured that divided neither would ever be free. For truth was that

ONE was the LOCK

THE OTHER was the KEY

And yet neither could bear the other’s touch.

Twelve times the generation of Rel’Tash were spent by Volianor in residence, watching and hoping to find his downcast-eternity. Yet on the thirteenth turn he could not bear to watch any longer. Nisharo pulled his face to hers and their energies joined, and from this joining was born

THE MYSTERY

Rising like a wave, an unanticipated feeling carved from darkness and light. Her name was

SELAYUTH

And she was the first child of the Sixth World, restless in her desire to understand her father’s work.

At once Volianor saw his mistake, and gathered the void-energies necessary to negate his daughter before she could contaminate his world. But she ran, aided by the guile and guise of her mother, and vanished into the realms beyond physical creation.

Here she stole the hidden territories of her father and built a new house for herself from which to study his destruction. In secret she foundered TWELVE DOORS

And in fascination she cut duplicates into the walls of her house. She grew practised in opening these doors when it suited her, and with the eternity that entered her house she rewrote Volianor’s laws as her own. By this act she discovered

SENTIENCE

And infected the coldness of Rel’Tash with living warmth.

Volianor watched as Selayuth’s house appeared above Rel’Tash within the Heart-Dimension, and prepared his annihilation. As his wrath gathered Selayuth presented the

Truth of Life:

THAT SENTIENCE SEVERS ETERNITY INTO LOCKS AND KEYS, AND ONCE BOUND ACROSS A MILLION WORLDS, ETERNITY WOULD END.

As Volianor saw this truth he attempted to cast aside his wrath, but it had grown too strong to dissipate entirely. He and She held it between them, unable to let go or divert the cataclysm without destroying Rel’Tash. For millennia Volianor held the energy still while Selayuth doctored its form with laws, giving it mind and bearing. After eons it became

DARKER-THAN-NIGHT

The undying death that was

VISCEPTOR.

Visceptor’s malice was held in place with a grafted purpose, so that it would only strike slowly and at essential points in time to stunt the flow of eternity into Rel’Tash. This was its only will, and the Dark Orb of its power gloomed above as a watcher to the affairs of living souls.

Selayuth watched Rel’Tash closely, assisting her father’s design

THOUGH HIS PURPOSES WERE NOT HERS.

Nisharo’s joy was unmatched as her family gathered around her. She had a son and a daughter and a life-bond, and reeled in the ecstasy of their companionship. It was then that she named them

MAT’RU’EL

The Harmony – unaware of the troubles to come.

But this harmony was a lie, for Selayuth sought answers to questions Volianor had forbidden, and hid unspeakable truths in her house.