The Order of Divine Glory is much like a hydra, you may believe it defeated or slowed after an engagement only to find it twice as strong as before. Endless are their followers and their benefactors – near infinite is their faith and resolve. Even I, the spinner of the tapestry of Fate must beware the snares these threads create.
Before there were always three Fates; one to spin the dangerous thread this story leads back to and two more to prevent the first from falling prey to its charms. But I am one and all alone. I therefore melt my eyes from my face to blind me from its beauty. I remove all concept of sound and vibration from my mind to blockade the tempting melodies it echos when strummed. I callus my hands so that they are unable to sense the purest smoothness and softness of the thread’s touch. I guide myself by memories of memories passed on by the progenitors of my station. I trace the line to a place when the Titans first came forth…
There was a thought in the abyss…
“Let there be Light.”
And there was.
It was good. It was pure, perfect, untainted by the darkness. All things drew attention to It, loved It, could not hide from It. It was and is the ever-burning Glory of creation, Akhetaten.
All things great and small recognized its power and bowed to it. Some were drawn to it like moths to the flame and were obliterated in sheer ecstasy while others were purified and made complete as if passed through a crucible. Those remaining exemplified the aspects of light and helped better define it. Ah Kin, Dagr, Hyperion and then there was Aten. It took the Pesedjet thousands of years of manipulation, lies and subterfuge to conceal the truth that Aten was not an aspect of Ra, but instead his mentor.
When Ra defected from the Titans to help create and guide humanity Aten swore that the Glory of Akhetaten would never be betrayed again. Aten is Light’s unwavering directness personified and thus could not be stopped. His siblings took knees before him and gave up their life force, territories and vast armies to him. They allowed themselves to be consumed in the immensity of Aten. And so it was that Aten became the sole Avatar of Akhetaten.
His Ambition and Rapacity knew no end though and soon Aten saw fit to visit the world and bless those that bowed before him his words made manifest and the blessings of his angelic spawn. Thousands of years passed and although he was bound in Tartarus the memory of his perfection echoed in a dozen religions with a thousand names. To many his name on mortal lips is blasphemy.
Aten has returned and he is pleased with his followers’ devotion. His Ambition is unfulfilled though until all creation bows before his throne of light and his master’s will. The souls of countless billions flock to worship at his feet now blind to the discrepancies in their holy books, blinded by The Light. Every day his angelic spawn visit the mortal plane and whisper the glorious songs of praise to Aten into mortal ears and fill their empty hearts with the hope and love of an infinite master.
My parents and their friends once saw a desperate plan to stop Aten in motion. The god Pan attempted to confuse and redirect the allegiance of the angels by sacrificing solar Scions to stand as a fractured illusion of the throne of Aten. But they stopped him. They saw that even a single life should not be sacrificed for such a goal. That was the day Horrace Farrow’s life thread was spared the scissors of Fate.
Aten is once more imprisoned but The Order of Divine Glory carries on. They are not simply a wayward sect of zealots. They are the blind faithful who would die in the name of their titanic master if only to bring more sheep into the flock. They are not simply twelve seats of power that are filled upon death. They are Legion and Bullets, Axes and Pain were never able to stop them.