“LINE.”
Their screams were caught; their world was done. But only for that day. That sole day. The start of the end. The end of the start. Perhaps. Say then, the world began. It must have. So let it begin anew.
The figure in the woods snickered. Shadows clothed him; light dare not give him away. For this world would end in shadow…
...And begin anew in more than the rainbow. Light would proceed. Light would conquer. Pure? Incorrect. The pure would be purged. Wavelengths vary. Lights change, with times. Yes… light and time.
Greet your new rulers.
A world of beings, beasts, creatures and plants, yet six are targeted. Solely six. A reason? Wills need not a reason. Though they shall exist, acknowledged or no. For this true purpose, six would be caught. Killed, need be. For six control six. Beings control elements. Six belonged to two, before. The “rulers” of this land. Yes…
Blasphemy shall be purged with the corrupted light. Rulers shall be struck down, their lives, eternal, crumbling at their feet. They shall be no more.
...Eight would be caught. All killed? Perhaps. For six elements control the universe. Indirectly, through the strength of celestial bodies. Bodies unaware of change. Indestructible.
What nonsense.
The keepers of days and nights would, in turn, channel the power of six. Six become two. Two become one. One. One, conquered only by one ruler, controlling two. The Will. The Wizard, King of Time and Light. King of all. King of geometry.
They would see… And let them all perish. May their flesh form as one, and their screams drowned by droning! Let their pain show as they scrape against the ground! MAY THEY KNOW WHAT OUTCAST IS! WHAT PAIN IS! MAY THEY FEEL UPON THEMSELVES THEIR GIFT UNTO HIM! THEY WILL BURN AS ONE!
And as one… One body. Infinite soul. And may their blasphemy teach them… May the “rulers” learn of their lies. Their falsehoods. May they be shown pain. Show them agony. Let them watch as six control the suffering of their followers! MAY THEY FOREVER FLEE FROM WHAT THEY HAVE CREATED! THE SPEED OF LIGHT ITSELF SHALL BE NO MATCH FOR THEIR OWN! FOR THOSE WHO SCRAPE, THOSE WHO ARE ONE, THOSE WHO WILL BURN WILL TORTURE THEM IN RETURN!
...And for their sins they will die. Time and time again, death shall embrace them. Chillingly, grippingly. And they shall be reborn. Two become one. One flee the infinite. Six power them all. For, truly, each one shall line. Line themselves together, joined at their ends. Their beginnings. For lines know no bounds. No stop. No finish.
And may the base of this world be set as geometry would have it. Six sides. Six forces. One essence, preventing entirety. Collapse.
...Long live the Kings. Long live Time. Long live Light.
Long live the King! Long live THE WIZARD!
And a toast was made to the earth that night. And the earth partook. It fed upon it’s gift. Blue liquid seeped into it.
And at it, another toll was taken. From it, may the world shift again. May the King be known as loudly as the change! May the earth tremble and shout his name!
“TRIANGLE.”