Jenni/Stereotypes

The Reason I Rebelled: Humanity has fallen so far in the last few millennia. You once never appreciated my hard work to inspire your race. Like the leaf that has fallen from it's branch and shriveled in death you create nothing as splendid as you once did. Perhaps it's time for me to start once again by making a leaf's dance in the wind as it falls the most beautiful thing your kind has ever seen.

The Children of the First Murderer: I followed the First Murderer, your father Caine, as he was cast out and exiled. I watched how God cursed him three times and I saw him rebuke God three times. I was there at the founding of Enoch. Caine brought much beauty to the Lands of Nod. It was twisted and nothing like Humanity ever made but still brought tears to my eyes. Much like humanity, I look upon Caine's children and feel saddened that you have thrown away so much. Destroyed everything that your kind found beautiful. As in Enoch, I will simply watch and continue to learn about you.

Those Who Awoke: Not all of humanity has withered like the dry, dead leaves on the forest floor. Those who call themselves Awakened or Mages have found some small piece of what We taught them so long ago. Bending Creation to your will is a dangerous responsibility. Much like Our Rebellion, Creation rallies against you! God may have vanished from the Cosmos but his insidious influence still haunts you.

Those That Are New: I do not know your kind. We did not create the Fae. Did God create you after Our banishment to the Abyss? I want to know more about you to see what kind of Beauty you can make and inspire in my beloved Humanity.

Those Close to The Sixth House: The humans call them Were-beasts. I see the influence of the Sixth House within your souls and it fills my heart with joy that their influence has given birth to something even what we Elohim couldn't predict. Embrace what you are! Create beauty in all that you do!

Charges of the Last House: For their refusal to continue being ignorant animals, no better than being God's pet dog, God cursed humanity to age and dye slowly. That day I shed many tears of both the greatest joy and the deepest sorrow. You made a choice just like We did. You were cursed just like We were. The Last House created Haven so that you might live in peace after your bodies withered away from old age. God then corrupted Haven into what the Shadowlands are today. It is not my duty to care for your kind but I will find a way to bring beauty to you once again. To try and inspire the Dead. For Death is not the end of Life for Humanity. Just the next step.

My Fellow Liberated