Difference between revisions of "Demiurge (Ownage)"
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| − | + | In the beginning there was one universe, and one immense, unifying oversoul, which would later come to be the demiurge. Some unknown period of time after the beginning a small part of the demiurge began to grow on its own, consuming the existing oversoul to fuel its on expansion, like a cannibalistic cancer. It grew exponentionally in power until the demiurge, unable to stop it, lashed out with the entirey of its power. | |
| − | + | The ensuing clash purged the universe of sentient life, their souls snuffed out, and shattered the universe, splitting it into many others--not any smaller, but with the original universe's mass scattered among them. Each of these lesser universes carried with it a fragment of the soul that had grown from the demiurge, which then began growing again, on their own, each becoming the oversoul of its own universe. The demiurge itself had no universe of its own, left drifting between the fragments of what had once been its home. | |
| − | + | That would be not be the end of it, for the scattered oversouls all still bore a connection to the demiurge, and continued trying to feed off of it; each was tied to a difference aspect of the primordial soul, which to save itself purged itself of such things, one at a time, until all its light was gone, and it was nothing but an immense darkness, blacker than the void itself. | |
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| − | + | Anactoria, Atthis, Andromeda, Mnasidika, Eranna | |
| − | + | (Fr. 3) | |
| + | Thus quickly is bent the will of that woman | ||
| + | To whom things near and dear seem to be nothing. | ||
| + | So mightest thou fail, My Anactoria, | ||
| + | If she were with you. | ||
| − | + | (Fr. 39) | |
| + | But to thee, Atthis, the thought of me is hateful; thou fliest to Andromeda. | ||
| − | + | (Fr. 73) | |
| + | More shapely is Mnasidica, than gentle Gyrinno. | ||
| − | + | (Fr. 74) | |
| + | One more scornful than thee, O Eranna, I have never found. | ||
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| − | + | Calliope - Fr. 79 | |
| − | + | Daughter Cleis (Fr. 82) | |
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| − | + | Do thou, O Dica, set garlands upon thy lovely hair, weaving sprigs of dill with thy delicate hands; for those who wear fair blossoms may surely stand first, even in the presence of Goddesses who look without favour upon those who come ungarlanded. | |
Revision as of 22:24, 4 December 2006
In the beginning there was one universe, and one immense, unifying oversoul, which would later come to be the demiurge. Some unknown period of time after the beginning a small part of the demiurge began to grow on its own, consuming the existing oversoul to fuel its on expansion, like a cannibalistic cancer. It grew exponentionally in power until the demiurge, unable to stop it, lashed out with the entirey of its power.
The ensuing clash purged the universe of sentient life, their souls snuffed out, and shattered the universe, splitting it into many others--not any smaller, but with the original universe's mass scattered among them. Each of these lesser universes carried with it a fragment of the soul that had grown from the demiurge, which then began growing again, on their own, each becoming the oversoul of its own universe. The demiurge itself had no universe of its own, left drifting between the fragments of what had once been its home.
That would be not be the end of it, for the scattered oversouls all still bore a connection to the demiurge, and continued trying to feed off of it; each was tied to a difference aspect of the primordial soul, which to save itself purged itself of such things, one at a time, until all its light was gone, and it was nothing but an immense darkness, blacker than the void itself.
Anactoria, Atthis, Andromeda, Mnasidika, Eranna
(Fr. 3) Thus quickly is bent the will of that woman To whom things near and dear seem to be nothing. So mightest thou fail, My Anactoria,
If she were with you.
(Fr. 39) But to thee, Atthis, the thought of me is hateful; thou fliest to Andromeda.
(Fr. 73) More shapely is Mnasidica, than gentle Gyrinno.
(Fr. 74) One more scornful than thee, O Eranna, I have never found.
Calliope - Fr. 79
Daughter Cleis (Fr. 82)
Do thou, O Dica, set garlands upon thy lovely hair, weaving sprigs of dill with thy delicate hands; for those who wear fair blossoms may surely stand first, even in the presence of Goddesses who look without favour upon those who come ungarlanded.
