Kairos

Paradise

“the fleeting rightness of time”

Luscus Era (LE). 50,000 years.

When the first Aeon rose to divinity, the universe was bathed in a new threat of power, the likes of which had never been seen before. As more & more beings achieved Aeonhood, feuds & qualms naturally developed between their pathstriders & even more destructively between Emanators. The Aeon of Order saw this chaos & was… displeased to say the least. However, THEY went on THEIR way; but not before a fragment of THEIR essence detached from THEIR being, which is what gave birth to AGRIPPINA. THEY witnessed the disorder of the cosmos & decided that to create Order, THEY must create DOMINATION.

AGRIPPINA wandered the universe, staying out of the petty mortal feuds about mortal morality the people of the universe decided their Aeons had, staying unseen & unknown until their journey stopped when they came upon a sea. In a far, uncharted part of the galaxy, untouched by wandering mortals, a dark navy sea humming with quantum energy that sounded like thousands & thousands of solemn strings, stretching into a melancholic serenade. The sound enraptured the Aeon fragment & THEY stared into the inky surface, where they found thousands of bubbles that painted distorted images of different universes, faces this part of the dimension had never seen, & along with it, mortal connections. This is what convinced AGRIPPINA to create THEIR own planet. Rather than plucking people out of their home planets & risking other paths & Emanators ruining THEIR Order, they decided to create the people too.

THEY crafted the planet upon this Sea of Quanta. Creating rolling fields, beautiful landscapes, golden rivers, sprawling seas, impossibly large caves & everything that would make this planet a Paradise for the people who inhabited it. As they created this perfect world, four beings happened upon the Aeon during THEIR process. These four became interested in what would come of this world, & offered themselves to assist the Aeon, which THEY allowed on two conditions; that they would make sure no harm was to come to their planet & they would adopt the monikers of Saints to spread DOMINATION when the time came.

Their original names held no weight to the Aeon. It was far too different to what AGRIPPINA had in mind, so THEY renamed the four & put them in charge of four core principals.

Calliope, the Saint of Passage Death.
Raidne, the Saint of Life.
Polychronus, the Saint of Time.
Galaxias, the Saint of Stars Space

When it was all done, they created countless forms out of the navy-drowned mud of the Quantum Sea’s shores & breathed life into them.

Everything was perfect.

AGRIPPINA watched them through the fake skies, which THEIR people called the Siderus. THEIR form was ever present, looking down lovingly from the peak of Mount Ourea. The fields the people started to create produced perfect produce, the weather was always sunny & warm, even in light rain, there was no illness or disease while AGRIPPINA oversaw THEIR people. Anything anyone wanted for could become true if they merely believed in Paradise hard enough!

The people named their home Kairos. The perfect, opportune moment in time. A perfect name.

To help with the wishes & demands of the people, AGRIPPINA created official Emanators to give some of THEIR people purpose. They became known as the Athanatoi. These were extraordinary people of Kairos who devoted their life in Paradise solely to THEM.

The Fall of AGRIPPINA. 10 years.

Everything was extraordinary for many, many millennia, until one day, instead of the loving gaze of their God watching over them, the people of Kairos awoke to an empty sky after 50,000 years. Well… Empty would be generous, because instead of the figure of AGRIPPINA at the top of The God Mountain, all that was left was a silhouette left in the Siderus. A gaze into the outside world that left many people of Paradise unsure & confused, even more so when the Order in Kairos started to crumble apart.

Natural disasters started to ravage the land, the harvests became few & far between & illness plagued the people, unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Many people passed on, including every Athanatoi, except one; Theogenes. The last living Emanator of DOMINATION watched as the world plunged into chaos…

When the population dwindled, so did their faith— however, everyone had the same wish.

They all wished for a saviour, & so a saviour came ~.

One day, 10 years into the Fall of AGRIPPINA, the weather calmed & the crops bloomed, illnesses stopped progressing & the sun started to shine warmly down upon them, right after a child was born.

Neros.

Neros was born to a young couple in Krateopolis, & from the minute they were born, they were immediately different. They were a winged, feathered child, with eight wings, which by itself would be no need for alarm, but they had eyes exactly the same as the missing Aeon & AGRIPPINA’s mark on the back of their neck. Seeing the series of coincidences, the father of this child rushed to find Theogenes.

He was dismissive at first, but the more the father spoke of the newborn child, the more he connected the new rise of Order to Kairos to the child’s birth. The father willingly gave the child to Theogenes to prove their worth & possible divinity, & he went to the Threnodians with the bundled up child to meet with Charon, the Ferryman of the rivers. The two of them took the days long journey to what the planet was built off of, which the people of this world called The Enypnion. An inky blue sea against rocky, grey shores that only came to the dreams of those who were ‘worthy’. The Styx begrudgingly did his duty, bringing the Athanatoi & the child to The Enypnion.

The man watched Theogenes baptise the child underneath the water, to prove their divinity by a trial of katapontizo. The winged Athanatoi kept the child under, with a detachment frightening to most, until he finally lifted the still screaming child out of the Sea of Quanta. The child’s survival, the events following their birth, the many wings, the unmistakable eyes of their God & AGRIPPINA’s mark proved the child’s divinity without question.

When Theogenes arrived back to their father to tell them of the news, he immediately gave the child to Theogenes, allowing him to strip them of their birth name, as their purpose was much more than a mere mortal name & mortal parents. Theogenes viewed the action as unnecessary, as this child was merely a beacon to bring AGRIPPINA back to their empty skies, but nonetheless, he brought the child to Mount Ourea.

Placing the swaddled child upon AGRIPPINA’s altar, he expected to finally be greeted with the face of his God, but instead, the sky threaded shut with no sign of AGRIPPINA. When they looked back at the child, a halo had formed around their head…

AGRIPPINA had gazed upon the child & shut the last window of hope for THEM to truly return along with it.

Alatus Era (AE). 25,177 years.

As soon as the golden halo perched upon the child’s head, that was the start of the Alatus era. Theogenes was confused by this, surely the child being born was simply a sign that AGRIPPINA intended to come back as THEMSELVES not as a… helpless, defenceless &… mortal child. They prayed to the real AGRIPPINA for help, anything to sway him in the right direction but… the Aeon had no reply for them.

At this silence, Theogenes decided his duty was to shape & raise this “second coming” into a being worthy of being worshipped & holding the title of the Aeon of DOMINATION. The winged Athanatoi gave the child their new name; “Agrippina”. What greater honour than to share a name with your predecessor.

Unlike they expected, raising “Agrippina” wasn’t an ethereal experience with some enlightened being wearing the body of a child, she was simply… well, a child. She was a loud baby, an adventurous toddler, an excitable child & a rebellious preteen who constantly wanted to forgo her duties to play with the mortal children, but was stuck on top of Mount Ourea. That didn’t mean she was happy to stay put, no, “Agrippina” had a habit of sneaking off of the God Mountain & wandering the city of Krateopolis, the Argos of Krateo, even managing to sneak her way into the Threnodians unsupervised.

Many a people had seen the young God wander, often bemused by how normal of a child she seemed despite her divinity, especially when they later watched a tight-smiled Theogenes apologise to the people the young girl disrupted & tug said child back to Mount Ourea. The people were very fond of the times their Aeon would stop by with a coin purse to barter for goods or when she curiously asked what they were doing, in the way a young, sheltered child would. Her childlike wonder had the people in good spirits, which Theogenes definitely noticed in his usual confessions & sermons alike.

Seeing this, he begrudgingly allowed “Agrippina” to explore at the ripe age of 10, it’s not like anything dangerous could possibly harm her in Paradise, even so, if any harm were to threaten them, the people would be more than willing to protect their God— & he always had an eye on her, be it his own or some other pair of eyes.

When “Agrippina” was allowed to leave, she was ecstatic, finally being able to meet people without the worry of their time being cut short by her father. She did just that, trying to find people her age to connect with but… even children we’re hesitant to speak to her— not out of dislike or fear for her power or unique features, because “Agrippina” was the Aeon of DOMINATION, an Aeon that was supposed to be worshipped & revered.

A God, not a friend.

Although the people of Kairos were kind to her, there was always a sense of disconnect that they simply couldn’t bridge. They were lonely, the praise & the offerings of the people were greatly appreciated but they did not offer companionship, the one thing “Agrippina” longed for. A mortal desire, she was told, but they just couldn’t shake the feeling. The overabundance of offerings with no one to share them with gnawed at her & her excitement for these boons quickly faded into boredom.

Instead of attempting to make friends with the children of Krateopolis, “Agrippina” chose to wander the lands of Kairos, maybe she would find some animals that didn’t care of her status or divinity.

One day they left Mount Ourea & went straight to the Threnodians, dodging worrisome gazes & the city Pylon itself to solely walk upon the rivers without any Ferrier’s worrying about their whereabouts & possibly telling Theogenes of her sneaky behaviour. It didn’t matter, Theogenes couldn’t walk on water~ Oh.. but maybe Charon would pick her up & take her back in his stead… No matter! There is no need for worry in Paradise~.

“Agrippina” walked upon the River of Life, it’s gold waters beneath her bare feet before she came to it’s delta, the rich water turning to different shades each path it took. The offshoots all felt different beneath her feet, the Phlegethon was hot, the Acheron was cold to the touch but somehow left a burning sensation at the same time, the Cocytus felt almost sharp, the Lethe left pins & needles in her soles & the Styx felt freezing, but with a strange softness to it. The River of Mist called her name & she answered with her choice of that pathway.

They trailed the twists & turns with an imitation of what she had seen the adults do, dancing she was sure it was called. Though a bit crude & awkward, “Agrippina” did not mind if anyone came across her & delighted in her inexperience of dancing. That was until she found a child, the same age as her, if not a little younger, sitting in the middle of the river. At first they were confused, but realised that this child’s gift must mimic her own! With an over enthusiastic introduction that was returned just as enthusiastically.

The two began to talk, & then laugh, & then run & play & then finally they danced.

Pelagios became “Agrippina”’s first friend. Even after they learned of the haloed girls role in their society, their opinions never changed & they refused to treat her any different. Pelagios even brought a friend of theirs & their older sister; Ephialtes, a quiet boy who never had much to say but always listened & Caesar, who seemed uninterested.

“Agrippina”, from that day onwards, refused to live a lonely Aeonhood & asked Theogenes about creating Emanators, because if he was AGRIPPINA’s Emanator, than surely they could create their group of friends that could stay with her forever!

Theogenes agreed, but only when she & her chosen Emanators reached adulthood, he didn’t want to be in charge of taking care of immortal preteens for the rest of Paradise’s. She agreed excitedly, making sure to tell Pelagios of the development.

She later met an awkward but devout ferrier, & then a pair of outcast siblings & more, until her small roster of potential Emanators grew! But instead of the word Emanator, or Athanatoi like Theogenes called themselves, “Agrippina” decided to call her friends Pillars; people who would help uphold Paradise.

They had planned for Ephialtes to become a Pillar but… things didn’t work out that way. Ephialtes had a rare & powerful gift, the ability to control souls. He could guide & heal the most precious parts of their culture but that isn’t what he used it for, no, the curious winged Scholar wanted to see the limits of his gift. He started small, forcing souls to come back from their rest, though it always ended in some level of corruption that he wasn’t pleased with; after all, “Agrippina” always believed he could achieved the unachievable.

He practised with the older souls in the Asphodel Nysium, those that would not be expected to come back, but that pool of souls quickly dwindled &… he couldn’t just wait for the pool to replenish itself. Its not like the souls he corrupted we’re going anywhere, he managed to mould them into smaller corrupted monsters that he could attend to whenever he so desired.

His next step was to test the final factor of his plans, if he could force souls to come back, surely he could force souls from their bodies, to heed to him. His hypothesis was more than correct, as he accidentally discovered that he could force souls to cease to exist.

With this discovery he was elated, this was exactly what “Agrippina” wanted! She believed he would be extraordinary, & what most impressive than having the ability to make souls bend to his will. So, he quickly invited his friend to view his work.

The nature of his experiments that harmed people, that brought pain into Paradise had left his body corrupted & changed, he had grown more eerie & wrong, although he paid no mind to it. But as soon as “Agrippina” met him again, she certainly did. Now she was a benevolent Aeon, she would never judge anyone of Kairos for their looks, let alone one of her closest friends, but there was something wrong.

Their gut feeling proved correct as soon as he showed her his subjects, horror dawned onto her face & Ephialtes felt the shift in air immediately. He was… not pleased.

“Agrippina” denounced his experiments & went to leave, however he stopped her with a bruising grip on the back of her neck.

He was promised unconditional love, was he not?

Didn’t she want him to be extraordinary, had she set him up for failure?

Why was his God rejecting what she had asked of him?

Oh… she was afraid that he was more powerful than her, wasn’t it? Someone too scared to bring their own Order to the flow of souls was hardly someone worthy of the title of Aeon of DOMINATION.

His hand moved from her neck to the centre of her chest & behind her hollow ribcage, he felt her soul come loose from the prompt of his gift.

As soon as her soul felt the drag of his gift, her body reacted violently to protect the most important part of themselves. Who knows what would happened if “Agrippina” lost their form, they were not willing to wager against the possibility of a new Fall of “Agrippina” occurring.

In a fit of adrenaline fuelled panic, “Agrippina” attacked Ephialtes, tearing off one of his wings & running as far away from him as they could.

His expulsion from academics & libraries followed shortly afterwards, no doubt from Theogenes’ suggestion. Now the brilliant Ephialtes was reduced to a mere Snake in Eden & his lab was swiftly condemned, his research & notes were burnt & he was simply reduced to a cautionary tale.

He didn’t need his experiments or research, he just needed a steady stream of souls & his gift. Those were the two things that could not be taken away from him. Though, he was a little ambitious, he admits, now he knew “Agrippina”’s soul could be removed…

He wondered if he could take it for himself? Surely DOMINATING the Aeon of DOMINATION would mean he would be the one in charge, no?

Fortunately for him, a few others believed that Paradise should be in the hands of someone more capable…

After that situation had calmed down & when the people’s faith in “Agrippina” reached it’s peak, her body finally achieved it’s Aeonic powers & immortality, they stopped aging as soon as they hit 23 years old & soon did their small cluster of friends. When the haloed Aeon asked their group who would wish to partake in the ceremony first, Mene; an imposing, yet kindhearted boy with the features of a drakon offered to be the first.

Mene became the first Pillar, the Pillar of Frost, Rhigos.

The ceremony commenced in the Enypnion, with Theogenes, Charon, “Agrippina” & Mene, a wine made from her navy blood was presented to the silver-haired man & he was baptized into immortality; where he gained his God-given name.

The first snowfall blessed the usually sun-seeped lands of Kairos that day, & it was the start of a joyful & wonderful beginning.

Throughout the many years of the Alatus Era, many Pillars underwent the ceremony, bringing their own unique touch to Kairos in whatever way they wished to,

There was Cephas, the Pillar of Stone. Petros.
Prophyrios, the Pillar of Eternity. Aidios.
Mene, the Pillar of Frost. Rhigos.
Basileia, the Pillar of Fire. Aithos.
Alkeides, the Pillar of Truth, Aletheia.
Ouranos, the Pillar of Love, Pragma.
Notus, the Pillar of Breeze. Pnoe.
Physis, the Pillar of Wisdom. Phronesis.
Pelagios, the Pillar of Dew, Herse.
Anastasios, the Pillar of Reason, Aitia.
Euthymios, the Pillar of Memories, Nmene.
Phaenarete, the Pillar of Rebirth, Anazao.
Lachesis, the Pillar of Hope, Elpis.

& Finally, the most recent Pillar, Olethros, the Pillar of Stars, Phoster.

One day, A strange woman with drakon like traits appeared in the Hyperborea Elysium found by a future Pillar, the one of Renewal. Apparently little Auge had came across a slumbering giant while picking the meadow’s flowers a handful of years ago, although the ‘supposed beast’ had turned into a towering woman when disturbed, the child had told Olethros.

Children’s imaginations were truly fascinating.

Nahralab, a Scion of Permanence had wandered to the call of the Sea of Quanta, happening upon the world it was built on instead of it’s navy blue surface & she stayed, the world yearned for her & she heeded it’s call for a short while.

With most of the Pillars busy, & “Agrippina” & Theogenes preparing for the celebrations of Genesis Eve & Genethlia, Olethros went to officially welcome to woman to Paradise, it was long overdue. He ushered the child to one of the less busy future Pillars & received the woman into Mount Ourea, hoping to introduce her to “Agrippina” when she was less swamped with their godly duties. The woman seemed desperate to have an audience with their Aeon, but he could truly only do so much, especially so close to an event…

But when they met, even Olethros’ ever present smile faltered, something was off about her, not visually, well, other than her impressive height… but she exuded an energy that he couldn’t place.

The Pillar of Stars was a scholar, there weren’t many scenarios where he was left confused, & even when he was, he knew how to expand his wealth of knowledge so that he wouldn’t be caught short again, but it was different. He was left completely & utterly confused, with no way to claw his way out of the lack of knowledge she had left him feeling with.

He was burdened with a deep aching in his bones, it settled in him while he spent time with the unknown woman, the power radiating off of her was unlike anything he had seen before, maybe even rivalling “Agrippina”. His head throbbed & his eyes ached like his gift was a wave building behind a creaking dam, ready to burst forth & soak his vision with unwanted prophecies.

Unfortunately, Nahralab got tired of waiting, & she returned to the Hyperborea Elysium before “Agrippina” could take a break & greet her. Olethros couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief when the aura of suffocation left the God Mountain along with her, yet the pressure behind his eyes still ached.

The strange effect the woman had on his gift was revealed to him in the night, when the drakon-less moon gazed upon Kairos & the souls of those far too monumental for the mere Asphodel Nysium flickered & blinked down from the Siderus. The dam finally broke in his slumber, vivid images of their perfect sky shattering like the plain of a mirror, before thousands of ships seemed to float through the siderus & the outer skies.

New faces, unique clothing, celebrations & joy, there was a unmistakable relief he felt through the prophecy, relief from what? He was unsure, but this was… revolutionary.

Kairos was not the only world out there.

Now, his prophecies weren’t always right, some of them were off, but the ones with emotion so thick he could almost taste it never led him wrong.

He was sure of it.

Paradise was meant to be shared.

Even though he woke up in a sweat, blond strands sticking to his face & his eyes throbbing from the weight of his gift, he adorned his blindfold with laboured breaths & a genuine grin on his face. Nothing like his placative smile he so often wore.

He was the Pillar of Stars, surely this was his duty. He could invite the stars to join Kairos.

As the established Pillars were busy, Olethros went to request help from those he could trust; not fully, he still was hesitant to tell anyone of his vision lest they call him crazy or his prophecy was laughably inaccurate. He went to Eumetis, the future Pillar of Lore, his older sister, before going to his two closest friends, Menedemos & Agathangelos, the former being the future Pillar of Karma.

Eumetis was happy to help & throw him a few prints so he could figure it out himself, she was always one for learning through trial & error. However, when his hand brushed hers, his vision flashed with a deafening combustion & scream that seemed eerily similar to it’s voice. The only sign he had had a vision was the slight glow of his hollow white pupil & the slight twitch in his smile. Eumetis noticed, but knew better than to push for their younger brother’s more unpleasant visions.

When finally reaching his two friends, he explained a simple version of events & left the Paradise shattering, maybe true information out. Thankfully, the two of them didn’t prod & even when they did, he was able to deflect their questions with a laugh & a shake of his head. Even with the light, airy atmosphere of the friends delving into a project, whenever Olethros accidentally brushed shoulders, touched hands, held eye contact with his singular exposed eye or held a conversation for too long, a snowy landscaped drenched in navy splatters flickered in front of his eyes, waves of insurmountable grief settling in his chest as if he had lost something. Menedemos seemingly fighting off something with desperation, while Agathangelos was nowhere to be seen, but a metallic taste coated his mouth, similar to the Blood of “Agrippina” he drank for his Ceremony.

But Olethros confided in Menedemos of his visions, hoping his friend would give some words of comfort, which he provided of course; but these feelings were far to great to be settled by simple words.

The sessions of working on his project dwindled slowly, as these strange visions became all consuming, to the point he couldn’t bare to leave his room; only tempted when “Agrippina” had time free & asked him to spend it with her. Thankfully his gift calmed when in her presence…

After sleepless nights, tormented by these vision & his faith in his project started to wane, so who better than to go to than the Pillar of Hope? Surely if anyone could settle his mind, it would be them. He hoped Elpis could help, because if they could not & Menedemos’ words of support couldn’t, then nobody could.

Olethros made the solemn journey from his home to The Library of Agrippina, hoping to find the person he was searching for, Lachesis.

They lived up to their name well, even when he explained the most powerful & admittedly most absurd vision he had in his many years of life, the winged scholar listened attentively, not a hint of doubt marred their features as the prophet spoke about his troubling visions. Olethros would never dream of divulging the inner workings of his mind to anyone, except Lachesis, they always seemed to understand with a gentle smile & how could they not? Someone who has been around far longer than any soul should, with no reason to be tied to a body other than hope; or another reason Olethros wasn’t privy to.

Lachesis always used to be able to ease his worries, a gentle brush of his golden hair or a hand resting comfortingly on his knee, but now, instead of the awaited comfort following their contact, all that followed was a vision & experience of falling, not dissimilar to the feeling of falling in your sleep, but much more violent. Feeling the impact of the fall, he barely was able to reign in his reaction before he bid the Pillar of Hope goodnight & a promise to meet them at the Genethlia Banquet to share a drink together.

But Olethros had no plans of resting for the night, he needed to get the beacon ready before the Banquet, before he was forced into a room & being plagued by the deaths of all of his friends & family.

Without rest, Olethros worked on his device alone, for the most part, until the day of “Agrippina”’s birthday drew nearer & nearer. Desperate to not be forced into proximity while his visions had been restlessly torturing him with the deaths of anyone who got near, he went to the one person who would not ask the prophet any questions about his motives, but only questions of what he was working on.

Anastasios. The Pillar of Reason.

A close companion of his, who shared many ideas & late nights talking & being near one another, someone who would help him create, but not someone he could divulge his prophecy with. Anastasios was the Pillar of Reason, they questioned everything until it could be proven absolute— Olethros’ visions had never been something absolute in his eyes, a mere unconfirmed view into a future that may not even be a possibility. Though the man certainly had a soft spot for the Pillar of Stars, not so much that he would waive his core beliefs.

Thankfully, everything went off without a hitch, Olethros has no violent visions whenever he accidentally contacted Anastasios, just a deep aching in his chest that he couldn’t quite place. This gave him hope that his visions were lessening & he was confident enough to decide to keep his word to Lachesis.

When Genethlia finally came, before the celebrations including the Pillar’s started, the beacon was finally finished. A marvel of engineering in his opinion, a cube of translucent amber-toned gold, & with a tap onto the sensitive carapace of the beacon, it’s centre glowed a pale yellow, bright enough to be mistaken for a star.

The location of Paradise was beamed high above the Siderus, beyond the reach or view of the people of Kairos.

Though, Olethros remained blissfully unaware of the gateway he had opened, how could he possibly know? There were no sight of the Swarm in any of his visions.

During the celebrations, everyone was far too occupied by their God’s 25,177th birthday to notice the subtle cracking of the sky. Their God was far too occupied by singing, dancing, feasting & drinking with her Pillars to notice the shatter of the siderus & the fall of the sky. They were far too occupied by their beloveds to notice the gaping maw of Calamity staring down at them with thousands & thousands of eyes.

The Calamity. 1 week.

The first to notice the cracks in the sky & the gaping hole in the Siderus was Democritus, although he wasn’t including himself in the celebrations, even though he was officially invited by “Agrippina”; he had a purpose as the Head Oathkeeper to make sure everything was going smoothly. It was, up until the sin in the air grew much heavier & his third eye sensing the probability of a sin so great it had his attentions drawn to the approaching Swarm, ready to descend upon Paradise. Understanding the weight of the foreseen sin, this could not go ignored.

Democritus went to Theogenes, who was busy enjoying the celebrations of “Agrippina”’s birth date & alerted him of the crack in the sky, which he begrudgingly attended to, not believing such a claim. Well colour him surprised & thoroughly disgusted at the sight laid before them both, a descending cloud of Bugs heading their way like flies drawn to rotten fruit.

At this sight, Democritus told Theogenes to alert the Pillars, to get people to safety & to put up a shield to prevent whatever this was; this Swarm from becoming too much of a problem. As the Protector of Paradise it should have been easy.

This type of beast had never been seen before & as the creatures got closer & closer, the Oathkeeper realised how big of a problem this truly was, giant bugs & thousands & thousands of them flew towards Mount Ourea, & Democritus was the first line of defence until Theogenes could put up the shields.

Slash after slash, the the hard citin of the insects just wouldn’t yield to his weapon, & just after a few minutes his joints ached with his effort to stay standing & bracing his weapon against the gnashing mandibles of the chittering beasts & it was not long until the shaft of his spear snapped & his only defence were his mere hands.

Surely this was enough time for the Protector of Paradise to create that shield.

In a split second before his body was torn to shreds by the ravenous Swarm, ruby red eyes met light blue, & once again, all that anyone saw from Theogenes when facing against an awful scenario was complete detachment, like what he was witnessing & what they were about to see meant nothing to them.

He did not last long, he was not a Pillar, & his gift was not resilience of any kind, he was a mere mortal who had sworn his life to “Agrippina”.

With the first splatter of navy blood against the sun-seeped land of Kairos, Theogenes had a longing that they thought they had buried an era ago. When his cold eyes met whatever face could be conceived from a True Sting, he made the decision to pass on then.

Surely if Paradise had been so easily torn apart, it was AGRIPPINA’s way of letting the people of Kairos know that a New Paradise was awaiting. With all the controversial ideas that plagued Kairos for much longer than this era, it was only a matter of time AGRIPPINA finally heeded his call. Before a larger member of the Swarm battered it’s way through the pristine marble pillars, Theogenes’ body slowly faded away into nothingness, leaving 25,477 years of memories to burst forth from the silhouette. After years of clinical detachment, yet unconditional love & duty held for AGRIPPINA in both of their forms, the shackling that bound them in duty towards DOMINATION finally were rendered useless & a final wave of peace passed over him until he felt nothing at all. All that was left of the Final Athanatoi, the last Emanator of DOMINATION of the Luscus Era, were hundreds of thousands of delicate beating wings.

The final hope for Kairos passed alongside him.

With the potential Shield of Kairos now eliminated, the beastly insect crashed through glorified rock of the banquet hall, finally alerting the God & their Pillars of the rapidly approaching swarm.

Smiles dropped, golden chalices clattered to the floor with a metallic twang, plates shattered & chairs were hastily pushed aside in favour of summoning their weapons. Thankfully “Agrippina” had merely been grazed by the shattering stone, the dark blue wound on her cheek threading together as if it was never there… Kairos on the other hand, did not seem to be as lucky.

“Agrippina” & their pillars watched in shock, blue tinted viscera strewn across the God Palace, a sight that should have never cursed their eyes.

Olethros’ heart dropped to his stomach, the same crack in the sky from his vision was not accompanied by ships from beyond, but only a dark cloud of black & red insects, the surplus of the red carapaces started to tinge the beautiful landscape in a dangerous red.

All the Pillars leapt into action to protect the people of Kairos, while “Agrippina” left to find Theogenes— he was right behind them just a moment ago, where could he possibly be! She wasn’t strong enough to bring up a shield up by herself, she need the Protector of Paradise. She searched the Palace for as long as she could without seeing even a remaining trace of the Pastor, they searched until the ceiling started to collapse & they had to finally face the destruction of Kairos.

The land was no longer a peaceful picture of rolling fields & stunning cities, fires had already began to break out & the young Aeon had never seen this much blood before in her life.

Paradise was not supposed to be blood-soaked, there was supposed to be no death in Paradise. But here she was, overlooking the bodies of those passed on— no.

These people could not have passed on, they were forced into this, their souls were ripped from their body from these unknown entities.

There was no death in Paradise. But this looked a lot like the contrary.

After this was dealt with, after “Agrippina” had found Theogenes & cleaned up this mess, the two of could collect the souls from the Asphodel Nysium & ensure them of their safety, nothing like this would ever happen again. They would make sure of it.

Seven days.

Seven painfully long days which the endless stream of bugs wouldn’t stop propagating to create more of themselves. It was impossible to keep up with the steady stream of insects.

On the first day of Calamity, it fell neatly on a Deftera.

Ekpliksis.

“Agrippina” went into the battlefield to heal her companions & anyone who needed it, it was tough, she was powerful but her abilities had not been honed, all they knew how to do was to heal. The haloed Aeon could not fathom the destruction laying waste to her home & their people like tearing through aged cloth.

Every time they attempted to lift a shield to seal the break in the sky, but as soon as the Quantum energy bubbled from within their being & started to crawl up the skies, their actions were halted & rendered null as soon as the deaths of her Pillars’ began.

In any means to protect their God & the people of Paradise, some of their bodies fell before her; their blood staining her celebratory dress & painting their pale skin with the reminders of their sacrifices, while others simply faded to nothingness before her very eyes.

The shock rendered her useless to protect their people.

The second day, Triti.

Aparneomai.

The fight against the Swarm continued long past Genethlia, long past the drakon-less moon had had it’s peak in the sky & it’s slow fall from grace. The impromptu war continued without breaks, & without falter from either side.

That was until “Agrippina” watched the youngest future Pillar stumble into the arms of her sister before the two caught ablaze, an attempt to save the innocent mind of the rest of this war. They couldn’t force their body to move, the screams of pain from a mere child shook her to her core.

This is not Paradise.

The grief of this death had the fight escalate, there was more to fight in the name of now. “Agrippina” took initiative to scoop the still hot & charred bodies of two sisters into her arms & brought them to rest under the supervision of the most reasonable person, to keep their bodies safe until they could retrieve their souls.

The third day, Tetari.

Menis.

On this day, the world of Kairos seemed to sense the grief fuelled rage of it’s people, the land reacting in turn.

Mount Vesuvius, a peaceful cloud covered mountain awoke from it’s slumber, it’s lava filled bowels started to churn & pop beneath the sunblood-seeped land. The world seemed to shiver with anger as Kairos’ wrath burst forth.

The sky was no longer red, now it was painted in thick black cloud of ash & dust, while magma sprayed across the land, indiscriminately killing not only the Swarm but the people of Kairos. Deaths were plentiful this day, “Agrippina” could not count the amount of bodies she watched drop or saw littered across the ruined landscape.

Tidal waves crashed against the larger herds of Swarm, hurricanes roared in attempts to cull the clouds, thunder clapped & explosions boomed across the lands in any attempts to cut the numbers down even just a fraction.

The fourth day, Pempti.

Parakeleo.

The Swarm did not tire, the Swarm just kept coming.

The golden fields were picked clean, the produce meant for the people of Kairos became few & far between. The little survivors left had been huddled away in the remains of the Orchard of Eden by “Agrippina” & they were frightened, hungry & mourning.

Now the disasters had calmed down & the world stopped spitting fire, the Aeon went to check on the body of the child, only to find the body of the grieving Pillar who was to watch over her slumped lifelessly in the chair overlooking her grave, story book in hand.

Another death “Agrippina” could’ve prevented if she had just done something different.

At this the “God” fell to her knees, praying to AGRIPPINA, anyone beyond the stars who would happen to listen, maybe even the Swarm, just anyone; Please do something.

If this world was anything worth saving, if the souls could go on as before, they would give up their power to anyone willing to save Paradise.

But once again, AGRIPPINA had no words of wisdom to give THEIR “second coming”. If THEY had never answered before, why would THEY ever choose to grace “Agrippina” with THEIR guidance now.

The ground shook, the sky broke further.

AGRIPPINA was never coming to save them… this Paradise was a lie.

The planet cracked in two. It seemed Paradise truly was built on the belief in it.

The fifth day, Pariskevi.

Desthumia.

There was nothing left.

The Orchard was ravaged, & now “Agrippina” finally understood why Theogenes had oftentimes seemed detached from the world, after living through the Fall of AGRIPPINA she can only imagine what 10 years of similar circumstances had done to their mind.

The aching in her throat was debilitating, almost like she couldn’t breath & the only release was to scream & cry, but she feared if they were to start crying, oh, they would never stop.

They stepped over the countless bodies, it felt like there was no place to place their feet in order to avoid treading on her beloved followers, everywhere she looked there were bodies, no signs of life anywhere. As soon as she exited the Garden, she noticed the thick blanket of snow start to hide the bodies of the dead, yet it couldn't hide the stains of navy & the stench of blood in the air.

Now the Swarm seemed to see the state in which the planet was left, devoid of resources to eat & breed, & now, finally, they decided to go on their way. The building chill in the air seemed to help their decision, bugs never did like the cold.

The sudden winter-like atmosphere had “Agrippina”’s heart drop as she wandered the way into the Argos of Krateo, the snow building & building as if it had been going on for weeks & not mere hours. Her lip wobbled as she saw spikes of ice & familiar crystal protruding from the ground & the world seemed to blur when she spotted a familiar figure impaled by a spike, everything fading into the background as she continued onwards onto the resting place of the First Pillar.

This could not be fixed.

Dark navy tears collected on her lash line, though her face made no change from the emotionless neutral line of her lips & the relaxed state of her brow. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of the collapsed cave & rested her forehead against the remains of crumbled rock & geode.

It was coldest here.

The sixth day, Savato.

Mudiasma.

In the ruins of the Argo of Krateo, Olethros had watched the haunting visions of his come true one after another, he saw Lachesis fall from the sky, he saw Menedemos’ desperate attempts to fight off the Swarm & he now realised why his mouth tasted of blood, it was Agathangolos’. In a desperate attempt to save the Prophet, Menedemos using the last of his strength had thrown himself over Olethros & that was how he survived.

He doesn’t know how long he had been hidden for, long enough to feel Menedemos’ warmth leave his body & enough to hear the wails of the Pillar of Frost then the oncoming fall of snow.

But now everything was quiet, he couldn’t hear the beating of wings or the horrible chittering of those disgusting creatures. So he took a gamble, he used all his strength to carefully push Menedemos’ body off of him, ensuring he wouldn’t be uncomfortable when his soul returned to him.

His usual golden hair was soaked through, the blood starting to dry & dye the strands as a memory of his deeds, but he had no need for grief right now.

He had to make sure “Agrippina” was okay.

Thankfully he found her, although she turned to look at him with a look of grief he would never be able to describe with any amount of words. Streaks of navy tears trailed down her cheeks but her face remained unchanging, still detached from everything, the only sign she actually saw him was the drop of her shoulders.

Olethros immediately went to comfort his beloved, & being the only two left behind after such a calamity, “Agrippina” clung to him & stained his robes with tears.

He comforted her with a hand stroking her blood-soaked hair & words of comfort, there were no more swarm, they could breath & grieve over their lost beloveds.

Words of comfort & soothing turned to words of apologies; this wasn’t supposed to happen— there wasn’t supposed to be bugs there was supposed to be ships from beyond the sky. Words of how they both needed to mourn, but now the sky was open, when their mourning was done, they could go forth & find a new Paradise. A true one, one that was stable, it’s what their lovers & friends would have wanted.

Through his tear filled ramblings, “Agrippina” froze, what did he mean… this wasn’t supposed to happen?

She questioned him & he solemnly admitted what had happened, that he didn’t know what was truly out there, he didn’t know that his beacon would’ve invited the calamity to their Paradise.

Their world seemingly stopped, she thought it had before, but now it truly had. Ramblings were downed out by a ringing in her ears until the only reason she knew he was talking was the moving of his lips.

He did this…?

Looking around, seeing the snow-covered land & the carnage that Olethros brought forth, an anger bloomed in her belly unlike anything she had ever felt before. Pale, soft hands that had never brought harm outside of playful sparring dug into the navy-seeped ground with a force that left her joints whitening & her arms shaking.

Seeing “Agrippina”’s state, unable to see the sharp furrow of her brow & the deep anger in her gaze due to the curtain of dark hair separating them, he rested a concerned hand on her shoulder.

& she snapped.

Her hand went to the ceremonial dagger of her thigh, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship gifted to her by the beloved blacksmith turned future Pillar; ‘Verdict of Eleutheria’, he called it. Before she struck, she clenched her hand around the feather themed blade, the sharp edge cutting the soft meat of her palm & the sting encouraging her into action.

“Agrippina” quickly plunged the ceremonial dagger into Olethros’ vulnerable stomach, making sure she hit somewhere that hurt & would hurt for a while, but deep down she wanted him to die.

Olethros stared at her with horror, not entirely processing the destruction of his innards before “Agrippina” started withdrawing, & then stabbing & then withdrawing. Silence, other than the wet sounds of blood & flesh being punctured, came from “Agrippina”, even their tears had stopped in favour for the wide-eyed stare that looked back at him.

He was terrified

Wasn’t his God supposed to love him unconditionally, yet here she was, taking his life because of a mistake.

Now he had his own anger, & with the last of his strength, he took the blade from his stomach & brought it high above his head, slamming it down with all his might into her chest.

Crack. Tear.

A hum of a Quantum Energy that sounded like wailing violins.

A navy blue orb of energy tumbled out of the inky wound in her chest & Olethros collapsed into her arms, hand still on the hilt of the dagger.

The orb, her soul?

No. That must be her heart core.

It must be her heart… That is why she feels numb.

Her heart rolled onto the ground with a ring that sounded like glass, it looked beautiful & precious, like it could be crushed beneath someones feet.

“Agrippina” made no move to grab it, in shock at the fact she had just killed, that he had cut out her heart as punishment.

This was what she deserved.

She couldn’t help but wail along with the sound emitting from her wound.

A Lament of the Enypnion & the Aeon that failed to protect their world.

The seventh day, Kyriaki.

Telos. The Final Day.

“Agrippina” stayed with the body of Olethros, crying over her deeds & her lack of actions, not noticing an old friend make his final appearance.

Ephialtes footsteps alerted the grieving Aeon, but she made no move to run or attack, she just watched him approach with lifeless eyes. He had five or so people behind him, they looked bruised & battered, barely clinging onto life, but Ephialtes stood tall with a proud grin as he looked upon the laughable excuse for an Aeon.

He could do much better.

His eyes found the core just in front of her, & he began to strike a deal.

“Agrippina” would give them (him) her soul, & they (he) could make all this sorrow & grief go away, they (he) could fix this! She need not worry, the souls of her Pillars & people would come back, my, they (he) would even ensure she too could enjoy this New Paradise! But this time, it would be in the hands of people (the one person, the only person) who could ensure Paradise.

It’s not like she used it in the face of Calamity, it would be far better suited for someone who had initiative.

The refusal that followed made the one-winged madman laugh.

How impudent

This wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

Instead of going straight for the core, Ephialtes decided to force the Shame of Kairos to pass on. So what if Charon had closed the rivers? She would be forced to become a corrupted soul, she would make a good example of those who threatened Paradise during his new reign.

Grabbing her was easy, lifting her by the throat had the Aeon’s detachment shift to panic & desperation, which he revelled in.

Icarus, seeing Ephialtes uninterested in “Agrippina”’s heart, went to acquire the orb himself while he had his little.. revenge party. As soon as “Agrippina”’s warbling vision caught the man reaching for her heart & then preparing to place it within his empty chest, she lifted a rapidly corrupting hand to stop him.

The corruption crawled up her hands, elongating her fingers into distorted claws, turning her pale skin into a strange, velvety rich purple with cords of multicoloured segments. Flesh like feathers started sprouting from her limb, & chatoyant tendrils grew from her corruption, threads of gold, blue, purple, magenta & navy wandering the air as she willed her body to comply. It was painful, like she was being forced to reform, her bones ached, her skin burned & she gritted teeth in anguish.

When the tendrils shot out & pierced through Icarus with frightening speed, that was when Ephialtes dropped her. A few seconds passed before she willed the tendril attached man to cease, & he did, with a burst of viscera & navy mist.

The next few moments moved in a blur, she was grabbed for a second, shoved another, pinned another but she always got back up when the person who laid hands on her was truly & utterly DOMINATED.

Finally, she heaved for breath & watching the corruption in her arm slowly dissipate, the haunting & disturbing shape & colour of it returning to normal. Falling to their knees they trembled & shook, the adrenaline in her body had compensated greatly to her savagery, she wouldn’t have done that otherwise, right?

There was no way she was capable of something like this, right?

With her mind settling, she did not notice Pandora behind her.

See, this was not just simply Pandora, yes she had chosen that name, but Polka Kakamond merely needed to fit into the world of Kairos.

Polka cradled “Agrippina”’s core, alerting the Aeon to her ministrations & before she could deal with the perceived threat, Polka sealed the core into an ornate, golden box that locked with an ethereal echo.

“Grieve as much as you can, as a new dawn is inevitable”

A sentence that would never leave her mind in the many years to come. At first an awful feeling settled in her veins, was Pandora the reason for the destruction of Kairos? How did she survive & no one else didn’t.

Little did “Agrippina” know, Polka had grown to love Paradise, even with it’s flaws, & as a sort of oath to her friend, tweaked the survivability percentage of the future of Kairos with just two words.

Before “Agrippina” could burst the perceived Heretic into viscera, Polka vanished leaving behind a buzz of air like a glitch, taking “Agrippina”’s heart with her.

Now she was truly alone.

Wasn’t this the nature of DOMINATION? Being the last one left in control, even if it means those non-victors are bodies?

What is more susceptible to Order than will-less bodies.

“Agrippina” stared at the sky with hopelessness, she had no heart, no one to guide her, no one to keep them company.

After 25,177 she was alone again, but this time it could not be fixed.

This could not be Paradise, DOMINATION did not heed to her, AGRIPPINA did nothing, THEY didn’t even have the decency to WATCH.

They denounced their false Aeon, THEIR name felt rotten on their tongue as they screamed to the Godless sky. Their own name felt rotten on their tongue, they would never refer to themselves by that again, how could they? THEY could not protect the world THEY made, THEY left the world THEY made, THEY left THEIR “second coming” with no instructions to fill the gap THEY left.

She refused to be called that any longer.

They stripped themselves of their title, & once again they were nameless.

The Corpse of Kairos.

up until, 75,176 years ago.

The Fall of “Agrippina”. 2,000 years.

The nameless did not know how long it had been, she stopped counting the days as soon as the Swarm had passed over Kairos.

She decided her duty now was to fix the ruins of Kairos, for her own peace of mind, a small part of them hoped that underneath the rubble maybe someone was alive, someone she could heal so that they wouldn’t be alone… but it was a foolish, childish hope that was soon snuffed out.

While they cleaned up the Swarm’s destruction, any body they came across they buried where she found them closing their eyes & wishing them a more peaceful rest than what forced them to rest, blessing their grave with apologies.

When they came to their Pillars & Future Pillars, if she could find & reach their bodies, they carried them all the way to Mount Ourea & buried them in her garden, adorning their graves with the flowers Auge used to give them. It ached, when she buried the bodies, they decided to bury gifts they had given her alongside them; she did not deserve to hold onto them, she was supposed to protect them & what good had she done for the people? If they were to keep these keepsakes, they did not trust themselves to keep them safe…

Those who did not have bodies, ash was collected in urns, flowers were placed in vases & brought to their resting place upon the God Mountain.

She mourned & cried, until there was simply no more grief left inside her.

The wound on her chest from Olethros’ rightful revenge, she decided, would be the reminder of her sin. When it wished to thread together as her wounds always wanted to, she would not let it close. She forced it to stay open, weeping cold navy blood as if it was another way her body expressed the weight of her loss when she could no longer cry.

It took centuries to fix most of the damage & bury the bodies, & there was simply damage she could not fix. She told the many, many journals of her actions each day, how everyone was found & buried & where she did so, how they died, what she did to repair the ruins & everything leading up to it.

She recorded everything she could until she could find no more bodies.

She tried to pass on, she begged so desperately to pass on, but the rivers were dried up, there was no where to go except sit on a planet of corpses for the rest of time.

It was so lonely, but at least the snow was there to keep her company.

The Traveller’s Arrival

On Lumine’s journey throughout the universe, hoping to find her brother, she had crossed paths with the Swarm far too many times for her liking, & cut through the Propagation whenever she could. Now, she flew through the vacuum of space with wings of condensed light, unsure of exactly where she would end up, but hoping to come across maybe even a hint of where Aether could be hiding, or a few True Sting stragglers, either or.

What she didn’t expect was to come across a planet cracked in two, right through its centre. It had a dull grey colour, with a dwindling iridescent shine to it, it seemed something like a firmament or a shell, that was obviously shattered as it had been punctured & then cracked in half. What was most interesting was the halo of stardust, broken & strewn but still attempting to hold it’s shape & multiple celestial bodies that seemed to imitate wings curling around the planet.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a look, it seemed pretty dead but you never know, this could be how it’s supposed to look.

When Lumine passed through the firmament, the atmosphere changed to freezing temperature, but she wasn’t bothered, didn’t really effect her with how hot she ran. The golden haired woman was a bit surprised if anything, there was no way to tell that this planet had a cold biome & what was left of the architecture didn’t exactly scream ‘built for cold weather’.

It was snowing when she arrived, but the snowfall lessened & lessened the longer the Traveller walked the land, the built up snow heeding to the star-like heat radiating from her.

This place must have been beautiful, some sort of event happened, it didn’t seem like a war, there were no defensive structures or strewn weapons, or even bodies.

Maybe the Swarm hit?

But surely there would still be bodies if the bugs ran through this place.

Lumine spotted the tallest mountain she could see, the building on top of which seemed pretty destroyed but looked rather important, maybe she’d find answers there. Usually she would fly, but the landscape was nothing to snuff at even if it was destroyed for the most part, so she decided to stretch her legs & make the journey up the massive mountains.

More & more evidence of destruction seemed to appear with every mile she walked, the graves became much more obvious, & the navy ‘markings’ seared deep into the land looked less like odd natural markings & a lot like blood splatters.

Something awful had happened here, but the bodies were buried & now that she looked, an attempt at restoration was made, no random mortal, or whatever sentient species lived here could have done something alone.

With all the proof of death, Lumine couldn’t help but fell a slight hope that maybe her brother had stopped here, what would be the chances, right? This planet was pretty far away from anything else, maybe that’s why she couldn’t find him… but… then again, there was nothing holding him here, & he probably already left…

She quickly snuffed that hope away & continued her trek out of pure curiosity.

At the final set of steps, Lumine finally saw someone.

They had impossibly long, brownish-black hair, eight wings, a gold halo, an open dark blue wound over where her heart should be & navy stained robes. She stood at the top of the stairs, hair dragging a trail on the steps & a set of shocking neon green wide eyes stared at her. The look of their face was halfway between fear & shock.

They just stared at each other, no words exchanged, until the snowfall finally stopped & the nameless person’s face contorted into a solemn grief that dimmed the sky itself.

Seeing that this person was seemingly the only person left on this planet, Lumine offered for them to come with her, to which the nameless being shook her head & explained about their fear of the bugs that destroyed this planet. Their voice was croaky & sounded as if it had been ripped to shreds, aching from it’s only use having been crying.

Lumine expressed that the Swarm wasn’t the only thing out there, that there is more to the universe than just the Propagation, there are people like herself & them out there. This gave them pause, looking over their shoulder at the graveyard of their Pillars.

Maybe this was the new dawn Pandora spoke about.

With hesitance, she agreed to go with Lumine.

But before they left, the Star asked her of their name…

“Odesia”

From now on, she would no longer be “Agrippina”, she would be Odesia, her own name that came from nobody else but herself.

Lumine & Odesia left the Corpse of Kairos, to embark on a new journey that would give Odesia a purpose that she could find themselves. Finding themselves includes destroying the swarm, she & Lumine become a large factor of destroying the Swarm.

Kairos, Cycle 2. 75,176 years.

Thousands of Amber Eras came & went, & the star system home to Kairos, which Odesia fondly named Paradeisos, eventually dies. Kairos eventually becomes unreachable, not even the Aeon of DOMINATION can find it & she eventually gives up, having lost Lumine t̸̻̅̈́o̶͈̩̾̐ ̵̡̗̫͊̌͌I̶̱͛̎z̵͕̐̅u̷͖̞̥̿̀m̴̻͇̏͆̕ö̴̧͇́̐. she decides to travel the Universe by herself & gives up on being able to achieve Paradise via Kairos, she will have to build it from the core themselves.

Odesia was unable to find Kairos, however, Nanook was.

Kairos would have been already considered destroyed, having no life whatsoever, but the Enypnion, The Sea of Quanta still hummed, meaning it was yet to be fully destroyed.

Nanook noticed this & planted a Stellaron in Kairos’ core to achieve true Destruction.

Though, the interaction between the seed of reality-bending, intense Imaginary energy being plunged into the vast power of the Enypnion’s Quantic sea created a miraculous event.

Despite being in a dead star system, Kairos was reset.

New Kairos was born.

In the first week of creation, everything fell into place, even without the original AGRIPPINA to watch over it.

Everything began again, even the faces of those previously destroyed had a second chance at life, though the memories of their previous cycle were locked deep within their core & their bodies were marred with the proof of their deaths, nobody believed it was anything other than a birth mark.

At one point, before the Alatus Era of the Second Cycle, Celenova became interested in Kairos.

THEY decided to visit the planet out of sheer curiosity & became completely enamoured by the world. THEY even wondered what it would be like if they included THEMSELVES in this new cycle. It’s not like anything would go wrong, Kairos would end up destroyed either way, so why not have a little fun with it.

Once the Fall of AGRIPPINA of the Second Cycle came, Celenova realised THEY had an opening to do just that. With “Agrippina”’s core nowhere to be found upon Kairos, they would not be reborn.

The perfect opportunity to take the Aeon of DOMINATIONS place.

On the day of “Agrippina” birth, Celenova decided to descend & pronounce themselves the “Second Coming of AGRIPPINA”.

Instead of Celenova, or AGRIPPINA, or “Agrippina”, THEY introduced THEMSELVES as Krateo.

True DOMINATION.