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The Holy Triumvirate: Adam, Cain, and Eve.
The Tower of the Sun and Moon, chamber of the Cradle of Magic, New Eden.

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Light. Sublime and supreme light reined over all objects and beings in this realm. It was as if a million suns were being refracted by some great crystal, or a myriad of small crystals refracted some great sphere of light. Whichever was the case, the effect was aesthetic made physical. Every single facet of the light spectrum was in some perfect way visible. Everything was clear, and visibility was stretched to mind numbing levels.

Upon everything the light struck, there rose the most magnificent works of architecture that any mind could conceive. Here great columns of the whitest marble rose, carefully inlaid with stony roses that might as well be living, for such was the detail crafted upon them. Indeed, everywhere the eye turned too, the most marvelous of creations met the eye. Here there was a living beetle confusing a detail on the bottom of a column with it's brethren, there a statue of nymph in a small lake of immortalized diamond. This of course, was Heaven. New Eden as it was called by it's inhabitants. A land of peace, love, and righteousness. Or so everyone believed, for what is light without shadow for it to be measured by?

In the middle of it all, stood a magnificent tower of a size and scope that dwarfed all else in New Eden. It was made entirely of a white rock with veins of a platinum hued metal in which small diamond like crystals could be seen. In a great spiral it rose, far above the golden clouds of New Eden, at a height were even the passage of the common Angel was restricted. The tower opened up at the top much like a human made lighthouse would. Within this opening there were two stones, forever shining. These two stones were of a very great size, and to see them from afar was misleading. Each one measured many yards in diameter, and twice as many in height. Most curious of it all was the fact that they were not supported by the tower itself, but instead floated about in their chamber. Both were semi transparent, and slowly orbited around the room opposed to each other. One was made in the likeness of the sun, with many a long crystal spike revolving around it. The other was made in the likeness of a crescent moon, and whereas the sun stone was a light orange, this one was the color of quicksilver. This was the Tower of the Sun and Moon, and the point which the two great stones circled was the Cradle of Magic.

The Cradle of Magic was perhaps the most mundane looking of all the artifacts that New Eden contained. In the center of the chamber where the Sunstone and the Moonstone resided there was a large runic circle inscribed. This circle predated everything else in New Eden by a measure of time that even the Holy Three found hard to comprehend. It was written in a language unknown to all beings, save the Reagents. Not Adam, Cain, Eve, Abel, Lucian, nor Lilith could read it. It was meant holy for the immortals to read, and what it said was unknown to the Damned Ones and the Holy Three. At the perfect center of this circle there stood a lectern. Stood being a mere form of speech, for the lectern forever and unmovingly levitated exactly at the "Sectio Divina" of the distance which Yertreis's and Azazel's eyes were the moment they were created and upon their embrace awakened to first lay eyes upon one another. This was however, another bit of information only They knew. The lectern was made of two crystalline serpents which were conjoined at their tail and as they went around each other separate to the point where their heads rested next to each other, each one pointing in a different direction. One serpent was made of something akin to jet, but infinitely more powerful. The other made of something akin to diamond, but infinitely more beautiful. Atop the lectern, where the heads of the serpents joined to create the base where a book could fit, sat the origin of all magic. What was known to the only six who were ever allowed to enter the chamber besides the Reagents as The Magister Magus Grimoire.

The Origin of Magic was like the runic circle around it. Only Azazel and Yertreis could truly read it. However, all magic users were capable to the smallest extent derive some meaning from it. Every time a summoning was made, a spell was cast, or a prayer was granted, the perpetrator had unknowingly uttered a single syllable from the infinite number of words inscribed within The Grimoire somewhere in their spells. The stronger the being, the more power they could derive from such syllables. It was however the bane of all magic users that they could not recall which word exactly in all their spells was the one that derived from the Grimoire. This very small detail is what granted the Damned Ones and the Holy Three the power difference that was so great when compared to everything but The Reagents. They were not capable of understanding the book, but they could mimic it, and they could recall what each word did. Such a small thing is what made them so dangerous to everything else. In spite of this, they all still understood how pathetically small this was in comparison to the true power They had over it.


For over a thousand years the pages of The Grimoire had remained unmoved. Yertreis was presumably within her lair, the Ouroboros chamber, and her presence had not been felt in New Eden. And Azazel of course was finished for good, In hell where his evil belonged. But that had now changed. In their vanity The Holy Triumvirate-or Sanctus Triumviri as they called themselves- had not bothered to keep watch over the realms as was their purpose. Instead they had opted for a thousand years to do as they please, and rule the heavens as if they were gods. Adam and Eve were more often than not busy with each other, and Cain usually was content to spend his eternity writing and reading. Thus, they all though the world was good, and goodness reigned supreme.

Until the moment when the Moonstone and Sunstone reversed their orbit and The Grimoire's pages began to frantically turn by some unseen force.

"It cannot be. It is impossible. It MUST NOT BE." thundered the voice of Adam, Commander of the forces of Heaven.

"Merely wishing can not undo what has transpired. Closing our eyes will not change the undeniable truth" whispered Cain, Arch-Magi of Heaven.

"So it is...Our Dark Father returns to us...and Mother is nowhere to offer us Her succor..." moaned Eve, High Priestess of Heaven.

"We must gather our forces. We cannot stop the flow, not here at the source. But perhaps we can dam it somewhere farther down the line. If He was truly and fully risen, none of us would be standing here right now. He must have needs of something else, and we must deny him this. I shall summon our garrison in Hell, they might know more about this from their watch over His infernal creations." replied Adam gruffly.

"I must fetch our lost human forms. In retrospect, allowing a part of us to walk the earth unknowingly so that we need not be aware was not the best course of action..." Cain's voice was heavy with a sarcasm that was not lost on his brethren.

"If you mean to blame ME, I will have you know I had no choice in the matter! That infernal whore would have gained entry through the gates had I not allowed that part of my soul to be ripped free. It was your idea to simply do the same for your own laziness in your duties, so don't go around blaming me!"

"ENOUGH. We do not have time for this. Cain, go do what you must. Eve, you can't return to Gaia until you are complete once again. Instead, organize the Faith, and prepare another Prophet. We needs have a Champion of the Light in the middle world to act as our vanguard." interjected Adam.

As one, the Holy Triumvirate vanished and set about on their respective duties. Had they not been so rash, they would have noticed the ghostly form which floated over them, smiling.