Staring at her, the orb of my birth, I ache for those days, drifting between the floating islands of wealth and sustenance in those amber and carnation mists. One tried to avoid indigo and mauve fog banks, but that was not always possible, or profitable.
This was our lives, to soar along the raging streams of gases, striking at the weak, taking from them what we needed or desired, much as we do here. The warm hours, when Jzhun bathed the aether with Her soft green glow, we basked upon the few solid islands before flying off, enjoying the moments as we pondered the universe we ruled. None challenged us, save the demons and others of our ilk, the spawn of our mother, that mine allies call Targallu, thine as Athalan, and we as just... we had no word for her, she just was.
Those within the darker shades of gases fought us, seeking to destroy the light we so embraced then, beasts such as the Lillim, the Gallu, the Temennulim, and the myriad of others, born from our orbs fires, quenched though they were with matter, air, and water. Yea, we are as the Afreeti say, born from a failed star, one whose flames never kindled to blaze in the void as they should have, yet that matters naught, for had such happened, our kindred would never have been conceived by her.
The Temennulim were the worst we faced. The darkest of the demons, holders of the great sphere of metal that spins and pulses in Mother's heart. Save Dilkar and his Rimgene, your allies now, here in exile. Knew you not? Yea, they are of the mists much as we, riders of the currents, who only settled down to steal away our precious children. Those bits of ourselves kindled into the matter around us, fanned to brilliant blazes with love and cherished memories. As we were by mother's heat and love as well.
It was the Rimgene that turned mine brother and mineself to rebellion, lifting our talons against laws and restrictions we did not understand. Others before us embraced the cold of the shadow side, rather than curl up inside some blazing firestorm ignited by falling Afreeti diving into our abode, unaware their flames would turn air and matter into fires that could consume themselves as well the substance they gathered around them in falling. Dilkar's constant attacks, aided by his own children, drove us to rage against the warnings of our elders against wrapping ourselves in the dark matters within the indigo clouds. Yea, the shadow is cold, and gave our flames a bit of ease from the wounds the Rimgene inflicted upon our metallic forms, but it froze us to the core, shaped us into six limbed monstrosities, not the fluid motions without set form we once held. That is the source of our ability to change shapes, that tiny bit of chaos within us that seeks to fight off Entropy's damning frozen shapes.
We'd battled them, just half a spin before, seeking to hold onto the great coalesence of gold we'd just gathered together, but there were too many, led by one with blazing heart of pure silver, from whom no trick of mist or control of matter could hide. Bahai-Lanai-Naish, they called him. He-Who-Sees-All, to render it for the mortals we now reside amid. Those forces of pure power danced through every barrier we raised, tore us to shreds with lashes of energy, and drove us off, after fighting most of the warm light hours.
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