March 25, 2014


“Enraged by the rejection of the First Child, The Divine Siblings turned on one another, each convinced that the others were responsible for the willfulness corrupting Their progeny. For thirteen days and thirteen nights They squabbled, but all to no end. In wrath, They withdrew to their private realms in The After, each determined to create fierce and dutiful offspring.

“And thus the Second Child was spawned.
“Without the contribution of Her siblings, Schöpfer improvised the Second Child’s Face of Stone. There was little of the mystic clay left beneath the Amaranthine Mountains, so using her mighty axe, Griselda, She hewed a slab from the mountain itself and chiseled it until she was satisfied with its comely facade. It lacked the utter physical perfection of the First Child, for indeed, the goddess lacked both the artistry and aesthetic of Her brother, Muumba.
“She had no access to the Divine Waters of the Sea Eternal, so She filled the veins of Her creation with snowmelt, creating the face of daughters called the Walküren, as hard as rock and cold as ice. That the Walküren might learn compassion, Schöpfer gave them Wulframn puppies to play with and nurture. She taught this face of the Second Child all She knew of hunting and fighting and gave it a vast soul, for a warrior’s greatest weapon is her will. The greater the soul, the greater the will. Still, She denied this face immortality, for war as sport requires a wager of life, otherwise it is just butchery.
“Muumba created the Second Child’s Face of Air from night and ether, and in the image of His cherished spiders. He poured liquid night into its veins and called it Anonzi. Anonzi excreted the sticky stuff of shadow and spun it into extravagant webs of breathtaking beauty, but the Second Child’s Face of Air lacked the physical might and fortitude of the Walküren. After all, what is shadow and ether compared to the unyielding might of stone? Still, Anonzi had many gifts. It was as fast as the wind and a master of stealth and subterfuge. It was also engendered with a near-infinite soul, for Muumba knew that art and creativity are born of the soul.
“Seisakusha decided to create The Second Child’s Face of Water from the richest bounties of the sea. For thirteen days and nights, She scoured Her realm, land and sea alike, gathering exceptional gems and minerals to create Dragón, the fiercest face of the Second Child, or, for that matter, any face of any Child that has come before or since. Dragón was the zenith predator of land, air, or sea, so mighty that the goddess Herself feared its potential for destruction. To keep Dragón tractable, She gave it limited intellect and no soul whatsoever, for rebellion is born in imagination, and imagination lives in the soul.
“Creador had seen Golanv the Raven mate with a female of the First Child and decided that a similar flesh-to-flesh joining would be the most efficient way to create progeny. He disguised Himself as a First Child. In this guise, he crept down to the world and lived with my people, the First Child, while he sought a mate. For thirteen nights and twelve days he searched. On the thirteenth day, he came upon a village where a female was held prisoner in a cage. Her name was Locura, and she raged against Her captivity, shrieking and smashing into the black wooden bars of her prison. The moment Creador’s eyes fell upon her, He burned with an all-consuming lust, the first time He had felt such want in the whole of His immortal life.
“‘Why is that beautiful female caged so?’ He demanded of Nahuel, the leader of my people during that time.
“‘Locura is mad,’ Nahuel told Creador in disguise. ‘Because she is brash and foolish and eager to gain power, she ignored the wisdom of our sage and took a Walk with Fate before her soul was strong enough to bear the wisdom of time. Whatever Fate showed her shattered her wits. Oft times she is lucid and appears well, but the day always comes when a profound lunacy seizes her, and then, she must be caged for her protection and ours.’
“Creador did not particularly care about the female’s mental state. The face in the cage was beautiful to Him, so He freed her and took her to mate. The tale of Creador’s Reluctant Wife is an old unpleasant story, but important, for it details Locura’s insanity. Nahuel believed it was that immaculate madness that attracted the volatile god of fire in the first place. Though Creador rescued her from captivity, Locura could resist the charms of a god. No mortal could. She was an ant standing against an avalanche of passion and her divine lusts buried her. Creador took her in blood and fire.
“For thirteen days and thirteen nights the world trembled from the power of Locura’s screams. Her insides burned as her belly swelled with Creador’s bastard scion. She died in agony, giving birth to Creador’s Bastard, the Second Child’s Face of Fire.
“Creador’s Bastard was a savage, deformed hybrid of living fire and First Child flesh. It was a thing without a soul, and like all such creatures, its lack inspired utter terror in those in possession of a soul. It was nearly invulnerable, immortal.
“And thus the Divine Siblings created a Second Child with faces dictated by Their aesthetic preferences. But those faces were petty and contemptuous of one another. Because they had been spawned of pettiness and anger, their propensity for destruction was without limit. For a time the gods watched the Second Child tear and rend and burn the world with perpetual war. But gods are fickle beings, and soon The Divine Siblings’ anger towards each other cooled. They came together to watch the Second Child’s rampant destruction. But the time came when the Second Child’s antics threatened to eradicate not just itself, but all life in the whole of the world.
“And the gods grew bored…”
–Wicasa the Sage