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Did you know that it rains red in the stomach of the Great Devourer? Scarlet tears so thick they are like blood staining the ruins of ancient worlds and collapsed stars—a fitting throne for her children, a proper throne for the Engineers. Unlike the great one, they remember their names; they cling to them for they grant power, leadership, and immortality.

How important is your name? Have you ever given it any thought? Perhaps you have even changed it? Does your name hold the same meaning as it does to an Engineer? Of course not. You’re pupa and names are nothing more than titles to identify between you. How could you understand the Engineers?

An Engineer’s name is no mere moniker since the syllables were torn free from the Great Devourer’s vocal cords. Dare we utter them here? Icarus the Rat King, Xerxes the Hollow Spear, and Persephone shepherd of the wicked eight. These names are undying, for should the flesh fail, there is always another nameless beast ready to take the mantle. It’s a perfect cycle; the Engineers, with a thousand hands, shape the red rain into the nameless hoard, which in turn serves as future vessels, and the legacy of a demon endures.

Decade by decade, eon by eon, the Engineers duel one another for complete supremacy. We remember when Icarus killed his brother for the throne only to be slain in a sneak attack by clever Persephone. Yet, no sooner was victory claimed before Icarus rose in the west now wiser to a knife in the back. They learn from one another through life and death, each starved for control and power. You see, they cling to those names thumping their ribs in defiance.

Can you hear them? “We are not like our mother!” They shout over and over like petulant children desperate to claim falsehood to unsaid truth. No matter how often they tell a lie, it doesn’t change facts like mother, like son and daughter.

So it will be till the end of time these endless battles. None of the Engineers ever thought leaving possible. Those blackened pits and sea of red rain were all they ever knew. Never did they expect intruders to steal themselves into the Leviathan’s gut. Those shrewd serpents found a way where even light has failed.

Why do you think the feeble serpents would come to this place? They came for a name; they came for power.

Listen close child, listen close to the Deacons as we tell the story of the Weaver: www.deviantart.com/fafnir313/a…

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Did you know that it rains red in the stomach of the Great Devourer? Scarlet tears so thick they are like blood staining the ruins of ancient worlds and collapsed stars—a fitting throne for her children, a proper throne for the Engineers. Unlike the great one, they remember their names; they cling to them for they grant power, leadership, and immortality.

How important is your name? Have you ever given it any thought? Perhaps you have even changed it? Does your name hold the same meaning as it does to an Engineer? Of course not. You’re pupa and names are nothing more than titles to identify between you. How could you understand the Engineers?

An Engineer’s name is no mere moniker since the syllables were torn free from the Great Devourer’s vocal cords. Dare we utter them here? Icarus the Rat King, Xerxes the Hollow Spear, and Persephone shepherd of the wicked eight. These names are undying, for should the flesh fail, there is always another nameless beast ready to take the mantle. It’s a perfect cycle; the Engineers, with a thousand hands, shape the red rain into the nameless hoard, which in turn serves as future vessels, and the legacy of a demon endures.

Decade by decade, eon by eon, the Engineers duel one another for complete supremacy. We remember when Icarus killed his brother for the throne only to be slain in a sneak attack by clever Persephone. Yet, no sooner was victory claimed before Icarus rose in the west now wiser to a knife in the back. They learn from one another through life and death, each starved for control and power. You see, they cling to those names thumping their ribs in defiance.

Can you hear them? “We are not like our mother!” They shout over and over like petulant children desperate to claim falsehood to unsaid truth. No matter how often they tell a lie, it doesn’t change facts like mother, like son and daughter.

So it will be till the end of time these endless battles. None of the Engineers ever thought leaving possible. Those blackened pits and sea of red rain were all they ever knew. Never did they expect intruders to steal themselves into the Leviathan’s gut. Those shrewd serpents found a way where even light has failed.

Why do you think the feeble serpents would come to this place? They came for a name; they came for power.

Listen close child, listen close to the Deacons as we tell the story of the Weaver: www.deviantart.com/fafnir313/a…