4: The Demons & Reshaping Humankind

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A consequence arose from sundering

the land, for though it stifled humankind,

so too it did the Sky, for as the lands

were thrown adrift, the mountains piercing Him

did rend apart His fabric into twain,

delivering upon the planet day

and night, presided by the sun and moon—

His lesser halves, the sibling deities—

combating one another twice per day,

yet forming Him again this twice as well.


Too late, as well, arriv'd the Sundering,

and only did the trouble worsen still,

for as the bolt had pierc'd the realm below,

the ailing, nauseated Mother with

a way t'release the sickness stuck inside,

ejected man's progenitors upon

the land—the warring demons and the fay—

who occupied an island shaping from

volcanoes spewing lava in the Sea

until, betwixt the continents, there lay

a single mass within the Middle Sea,

connected not to any other mass

where fay and demon-kind were yet still trapp'd

until humanity, deterr'd not by

the Sundering, with forms so strong and large,

continued through this broken Paradise

their conquering by swimming t'ward the isle,

for though was time a factor now of th'world,

twas yet t'affect humanity with age,

and months of swimming through the ocean waves

was nothing to the terrifying brutes.


Primeval man arriv'd upon the isle

and met their heritage with mocking laughs,

but though the fairies flew and hid away—

reclusive as they long had been below—

the demons, more aggressive, counter'd man,

for though their bodies were of frailer builds,

their supernatural abilities

allow'd a great majority of them

t'eject the humans' souls and take their forms

in order that they finally could cross

the Sea surrounding them and spread about

the Earth, pursuing the primordial

and holy Trees for which they'd eons fought

to take from fairy-kind in Nether Realm.

The fairies, in response, did stow away

upon the whales surfacing for air,

with desperation mounting, but with faith

that they'd secure the Trees before their foe,

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