"For they did what he said. Naught but his own will could guide him, and others were wrought to this, too. The flashes of brilliance, the white fangs, the golden mind, the mosaic of color and beauty that was Lux Aeterna as he crafted his form to that of an angel. A perfect angel.
Hewn as a diamond of eternal flame, with brilliance forsaking lovers themselves, as the light of life passed through him. A remarkable prism formed. He called it Aiya. As the angel Lux decided his mind, and his posture followed, such beauty took place that none but him shall determine the universe. Ever again.
Lux bowed his head, the premonitions now etched into the darkness. For the diamond, the true form of the angel of life and death, would come to pass. He vowed so."
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