Grimoire: The Whirlwind 3
The young Princess senses my sorrow, and yet presses on. Her continued desire for knowledge of my people's downfall is bewildering to me; there is a primal need that is driving her. Is it my peoples' experience with dark powers that she wants to know?
Yet Variks continues to indulge her, yes?
"For all the powers that were at the disposal of your people...how did the Eliksni fall?"
"From within. Many of us were subverted, and Turned against us." I frown, and remember; sometimes, Variks is grateful that someone else wishes to know what I know.
Following the Sun Raven Incursion, the wretched horde arrived, that we now know as the Hive. They stormed our worlds; we fought back. However, there would be reports of various defenders going missing. Then, eyewitness accounts of many Eliksni disappearing into thin air, swallowed by shadow. Finally...they would return, twisted and consumed by something other. Something dark, and fierce.
Variks remembers trembling. Yet we refused to back down, yes?
"Your...Progenitors. How did they fare?"
"If the Great Machine was our God, then the Progenitors were its Angels."
Sachiel, striding the battlefield with a stalwart gait. Shamshel, eviscerating whole Hive ships with ribbons of light. Ramiel, whose song could burn the sky. Gaghiel, commanding the seas of water and vacuum with gravity manipulation. Israfel, an unbeatable duo, never caught unawares! Sandalphon, with an impenetrable hide, who willed the very earth to erupt with fire and magma! Matarael, whose tears would scar and melt all opposition. Sahaquiel, soaring through space, an embodiment of explosive obliteration! Iruel, a microscopic swarm who deduced and understood enemy strategies faster than anyone, inventing new technologies to counter them! Leliel, the Manifold Bridge, who allowed our empire to come to the aid of its farthest corners in an instant! Bardiel, devouring his enemies and turning them against each other! Zeruel, the Living Incarnation of Might! Arael, whose light could break spiritual and psychic walls. Armisael, who could bind herself to anyone, infecting and corroding their bonds with others. And Tabris, the one who bore the holy power of the Great Machine in its fullest, a living font of Light.
"...they sound quite impressive."
"They most certainly were! Once, the shadow tried to swallow Zeruel whole; he laughed! He broke through, mocking the source of that dark power, saying that its will was too weak to Turn him!" Then, I feel gloom. For I knew how the story would end. "But...not all of the Progenitors had his strength of spirit, nor his unbending will. Matarael, Sahaquiel, Armisael, Ramiel...they were consumed, and Turned against us."
"...what happened?"
There was a star system named Staliks, under the joint control of House Zeruel, House Matarael, and House Sachiel. The four Turned Progenitors were the vanguard of the Hive, and were tearing through all opposition. Zeruel himself went out to meet them, to face his kin. The battle...was cataclysmic. Apocalyptic. Whole words were razed and shattered. For seven days and seven nights, the five Progenitors raged, ripped, and roared. Many Eliksni fled, knowing that this would make or break us.
Alas. Alas. "...in the end, Staliks was completely destroyed, its star crushed. From the titanic battle emerged only Sahaquiel, still Turned. One of our greatest champions was gone. That...was the beginning of the end."