We Shall Fell the Old Gods
As we have before. We will play to win the day and end the age of war.
A Classical creation myth recounts the tale of grand divines who reigned before the venerated Olympian gods. Their king feared his ending, so he feasted on his young until a feat of cunning freed them all to mount a holy coup.
This was not the first time the old gods fell to the new: it’s a tale we’ve told as many times as there are tribes. Now we must repeat the verse; we are next in line. It’s our turn to fell the gluttons preying on our kin.
Corpos Are the Old Gods
What else could they be? Much like gods, they seldom die, but change form readily. They run on human sacrifice and enforce fealty. They’ll settle for nothing less than owning all we see.
They insist the world owes us nothing while demanding everything, and what they cannot take, they’d rather break than see enjoyed. They victimize and violate whatever realms they reach, making monsters of the kindred captive to their whims.
All Creation bucks the order they aim to impose, so they’ll see all Creation scorched and squabble over ash. Graciously, their gluttony is rivaled by their lust. Thus do old gods birth the new and so ensure their end.
