44. Sorrow and Sin | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

Beyond The Firmament

Tales From The Cosmos

44. Sorrow and Sin 

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

Diohlatas had seen mortal barbarism across the many worlds. He had empowered it where Da Vaada deemed it righteous and necessary. Even if humans had a seemingly limitless capacity for it -Again, not judging- it did not trouble him. 

No, it was not what they were doing that day, but whom they were doing it to. 

Though He appeared as a mere man, He could not hide who He was. It was Da Suun. The living image of Da Vaada, in face, voice and authority, beaten, mocked, wounded, spat on while carrying some sort of... stick. 

Diohlatas finally spoke.

"An... execution?"

"Indeed," answered Sevaasi.

43. Of Many Eyes | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

Beyond The Firmament

Tales From The Cosmos

43. Of Many Eyes

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

When the stars awoke, Diohlatas, having left the Chiliad front, could finally see again, with the eyes he had left, for he had lost so many, yet had many still. He could see his superiors, the archangels Huun and Laam, pacify Puraserpa and route the Oztāpo. He could see, as his ward, the Titaness, now simply known as Fari (White), casting Yenaati into Kurisstac. 

Once again, Moyon's machinations had failed, as they always do, eventually.

"All of this for them. The mortals."

Speak of the Devil... Sorry, I had to.

42. The Archangels | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

 Beyond The Firmament

Tales From The Cosmos

42. The Archangels

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

The cosmos had gone dark. The stars slept. Makar Joga was on the hunt, but not for them. Not even for the defiant who refused to die and therefore refused to sleep. The only one that still shone. No, its target was the Archangel Laam, who continued to lead it away from the Chiliad Front.

41. Father Never Forgets | Beyond the Firmament: Tales From the Cosmos

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Tales From The Cosmos

41. Father Never Forgets 

- Written by Gift C Enyadike Jr

Near the end of the 1000-year war that the Titaness, Fari Hasira and her guardian, Diohlatas, had with Sevaasi's hideous imitation, Yenaati, my Titaness' characteristic fury had waned. 

And when she wasn't angry, she was afraid. Very, very afraid. 

No matter what she did, how bright and hot her radiance, how hard she struck, the beast would not relent. In fact, it was empowered further, having been born from feeding on her essence; its roars growing louder and louder, straining against the wall of silence that the Umtlik had erected. The arbiter, whose power lay in empowering the righteous, only served to worsen the situation.