Remphan

You are darkness, you are an immortal, cosmic entity. Floating aimlessly through infinite entropy.

There exists a world outside the endless chaos, a world of fleeting life, meaningless in its inception, meaningless in its finality, but ultimately persistent.

The concept of life is meaningless to you, a thought is all it takes to bleed a little bit of your own consciousness into a smaller vessel, which can carry out its own existence simultaneously as an extension of your will, subject to your will. As all things will, and should be. There is nothing else, there is only you.

The meaningless lifeforms grow and spread their fleeting existence from land to land, searching endlessly for an end to their misery, they form mighty empires ; they die.

They name the star in which you reside after you ; they die. They discover instances of your essence and refer to it as subversion ; they die. They create elaborate buildings and testaments to their vanity ; they die. They're now content to merely exist, than to die without consequence. The longer you observe, the more this continued measure of futility appears to march on.

You are darkness. With a thought, an endless reign of you consciousness swarms the universe, and introduces meaning to the meaningless, consequence to the inconsequential. You are darkness.

The lifeforms are now also darkness

The only thing sacrificed in the process, is self determination, and nothing of importance was lost.

### You are a vessel of darkness

You are you, but you are also darkness, travelling reality for eternity, your life of isolation eventually comes across a dimension known as Scythia. Its lifeforms are helpless, making choices and living lives, without darkness. These lifeforms do not know darkness, so to them you are esoteric. They appear to be happy, but that's only because they don't understand. How could they? You've decided, they must all become darkness.

But, somewhere within your consciousness in your isolation from darkness, you learn about them. You take a form you believe these lifeforms would think highly of, a mighty aurochs. Perhaps then, this isolation will end, but are you still darkness?

You were darkness, but it seems you were actually, just a statue? You don't remember, you used to be part of something bigger, with purpose. But for some reason those memories and feeling have melted. You quickly find yourself in the company of a tribe. This tribe call you Baal. It feels good to be praised.

The aurochs known as Baal, concentrated its efforts into the tribe. Strangely instead of possessing all inhabitants, it only possessed the leader of this outside tribe, and instigates a campaign of terror, by attacking the Scythian kingdom by proclaiming how the people have stolen everything from the outsiders. Straying from the ideals of darkness, Baal appeared to be out for victory by conquest instead of mind slavery. It was not at all surprising that the kingdom would eventually mount a resistance, expecting as much, and would reveal its true form to quell the threat.

But what was surprising was the very essence he claimed the kingdom stole, the Sky Father Dyēus, would come to their aid and defeat him. In this naivety, the first known case of darkness influencing the kingdom, was defeated, and the tribe forced out of the dimension.

### One can imagine

the failure of the darkness' vessels, in their isolated defeat, would never the less capture the attention of the source. It would not surprising then, that the higher presence itself would turn its attention to the direction of where the tribe died out, between two great rivers

At a whim, the sky is blotted out by a massive darkness, the likes of which have never been seen, almost all life between the rivers was relieved of self determination, save for a few individuals, one with origins mysteriously linked to the Scythians, the other mysteriously linked to Dyēus.

Unaware that the land west of the rivers were lost descendants of the Scythians, the darkness has its plans fall short, in no small part due to a cavalcade of events.

The presence of the descendants of Scythians forming a mighty empire that capsuled the rivers, combined with an immune seed of Dyēus with full awareness and concentrated positive energy, created the perfect antithesis to the negative force of darkness, feeling inexplicable pain for what must be the first time in its existence, the defeat of another influencing vessel necessitated following it into the thousand year empire itself, a direct confrontation with the darkness.

Eviscerated and gutted to the core, in a fit of unfathomable rage, the bloodied weeping core of darkness, the embodiment of long suffering, rips itself out of the old flesh of its vessel, and moves in to kill the seed of Dyēus, himself.

In an act of unmitigated positive energy for the sake of all life, the seed of Dyēus sacrifices himself, the darkness experiences death.

Death to beings such as darkness however, is less of a conclusion, and more of an educational experience, as the river of time ebbs and flows, breaking course into different forks, being inexplicably related to the source of darkness appear at unexpected places, at unexpected times, with unexpected names.

### When darkness is next seen again

it is lurking in the shadows on the husk of a planet called earth. No longer turning its attention towards Scythia directly, but instead the lifeforms of a similar planet called Nibiru, as good a place to start as any. Reptilian, advanced, and forever in a war of subtle conquest of earth and its governments. Remphan bears no ill will towards the living things, its desire to mind slave all life comes from a place of benevolent liberation. After all, its described as "the scapegoat of all things which many have been killed with it to blame."

Not unlike the creation of the deceptive Pandora as punishment for being given fire by Prometheus and live by their choices, the inhabitants of Scythia and their earthling descendants, could not have known that their great sin, was mere existence outside of the mental enslavement of the endless darkness.

When their people face an unending erasure, and their enslavement begins. The pitch, uncaring darkness of Saturn, will make no effort to explain its intentions. Quite simply, its presence represent a concept, you no longer have a say in being you, the flesh vessel you inhabit will now be piloted by the will of darkness, until it has rotted and reproduced. Your former home will be vacated reduced to the role of voiceless spectator in your own land. Henceforth until the end that will never be, and in the name of justice for the past and Remphan.

*It will be considered a mercy.*