Light fell to the ground, as if she had been wounded. She cried out as in pain, and she knew at once something was vastly wrong. Life instantly left Chaos in the void, and he continued his musings.


[Life]
Can this place be real?
I cannot believe what I see.
My love, my all, is bereft of life.
Am I awake? Do I dream?
I thought I was his wife
I cry, I beg; please!
/Life kneels./

[Da'Thamosh]
Who are you, to think he will answer?
I struck him down. I tore his heart from his body.
He sinned, so I brought him low.
Light's existence was as cancer;
Thus I gave the greatest gift I could bestow.
Vicious justice I embody.


[Narrative.]
The beautiful Life, mirrored by the dreadful Da'Thamosh.
A broken Immortal, useless and with blood awash.
Light was his name, great was his love.
For he saved her which lied to him.
Sinned he had not, crimes punished Light was, these he was innocent of.
Da'Thamosh was errant; but rage was within him.
And so he struck down the savior.

[Life]
I am Life, wife to Light.
He will return; this I am sure.
Forsake me he will not,
for his love is pure.
He was upright;
Love me did he, as he loved his creation.
You are sick, diseased, you deserve naught.
Da'Thamosh; You are an aberration
I  would see you dead, broken;
For only to one belongs my devotion.

[Da'Thamosh]
I deserve creation; I deserve it all.
He has not knowledge of hardship
You are flawed, pathetic, I am perfect.
The World has lived it's life, I am it's inheritor.
I will remake it regardless,
for there is none to challenge me.
They all will crawl,
reduced to worms beneath.
You're free, don't you see?