I have here a journal that belongs to a dead man – a dead God. In it are written notes for the greater part of a century. All of it is in code of course, a code a dozen ciphers deep. But the words inside describe deeds that helped define a segment of my tapestry and so, like all things, it’s truth can not be hidden from me. Allow me to give you a look though into the mind of a man who helped alter the events of the world of yesterday – to bring us to where we are now – a place that stands a chance:
April 27. 2013.
Today I am nostalgic. I think back on my first days after Nike visited me and realize how rude I was to my mythic namesake. She offered me friendship, understanding and gifts from creatures I refused to think of as peers. The Gods… what a ridiculous notion to think that I have ascended to a position that in my youth I thought impossible. I have now lived the life divine for as long as I was considered a mortal and of the two, I must profess – I prefer the later to the former. As a God one cannot help but find themselves making decisions for millions of self-sufficient souls who don’t know or comprehend the frailty of their existence. If you do not make the hard decisions in their favor you are branded hypocrite by those you love. If you judge the Universal Order more important then you carry the burden of being a traitor to those you consider your own. What bliss is ignorance of the life divine.
Should history look back on my actions in villainy, I accept it. But have it known that the goals of self and party were pure of intention and malice. I have held counsel with the Fates and they allowed me to know that if no-one attempts what we few have set out to complete then a war of the heavens will tear asunder the mortal world. Even now the opening salvos of that war have begun. A war to prevent Ragnarök. An era of change is inevitable but it does not require the loss of the mortal realm in the process. To emphasize their point I was entrusted with the life-lines of the Fates bound up on a spindle, and told that I would carry them for a time and then lose them. I thought it a symbol of righteousness at first, like Mercury’s caduceus. I see now I was but a tool of Fate, that we all are tools of a cosmic design. The spindle serves some penultimate goal I am sure, but what it means to me, I may never know.
Working with others has never been my strong suit. I clash with those whom I work with and almost always feel betrayed or undervalued. Once again I find myself sorely disappointed by the failings of those who I have employed and chosen to work with. The two individuals whom I have previously referred to as “a casualty waiting to happen,” (Madirakshi Shukla & Marco Llanez) have been dispatched by the Esparza boy, his wife and a number of other young Scions that are becoming more trouble than they are worth. The fire giant amalgamation of Prometheus has disappeared into the titanic realms to report to her damned infernal master, I am sure. It is a strong comfort that I had cut ties with them after their previous failing in acquiring the materials I required. I had hoped to use the scions, the titanspawn and the tools as a distraction in the necessary contingency that my plans call for. It is of no large consequence though, already I have altered my designs.
The Plan continues on schedule. The construction of the memorial pyramid in Mexico City will complete next month and my co-conspirator promises me that work on the dam in China will be complete no later than July of this year. The earthquakes that I arranged have pushed the major global ley-lines into a converging pattern that should (if my calculations are correct) allow for the greatest power flow to the other sites of power on the upcoming date. The discovery of the trans-dimensional soul-nexus devices caused us to rely on Plan Beta where our contact in Olympus would acquire the sympathetic connection to the Titan Avatar Terra. With these powers in hand we will be able to complete the alteration to Fate’s design and permanently sever all ties between Earth and the divine world.
Should the division of the mortal realm from the celestial spheres be halted by divine interference, I have seen fit to employ a “doomsday” scenario that is even now beyond the unmaking of the Gods. I knew if found the only obvious solution to deal with six separate spires of gold that ran to the Earth’s very core would be to destroy them in the largest firepit short of Muspelheim – the Earth’s Sun. Those Gods with strength of body so rarely possess the strength of mind to see through a double bluff. Unless I transmit the required cipher the trans-dimensional soul-nexus from America’s Jersey coast will deploy the titanic avatar Erebus into the sun’s photosphere, thus enacting the opening stages of the dreaded Norse Fimbulwinter. If we can not save humanity from the temper-tantrums of the Gods then I will ensure the destruction of the majority of divine influence by removing the Gods from the equation.
The only sin I recognize is that of Hubris. It will unmake us all or it will reforge us in a crucible of damnation.