I willed an infinitesimal part of my nonexistence into being and incarnated as Hermestheus, uttering its name and severing it from my influence. It rippled across the Material Realm; my body forming into that of a newborn angel, ignorant of the world. I gazed upon my material body as it fell down an abyssal ocean. It grew into a cherub as it acclimated to the realm, eventually drifting into the shore of Singirvam, the Land of Slaughter.
As I set foot into the land, I felt the paralysing echoes of wrath, bloodlust, and death. Its inhabitants diverted their attention to me as my foreign presence alerted them. They slaughtered each other out of existence for the glory of being the one to keep me as their child. No one was victorious.
I walked alongside the endless shore and listened more to the echoes of the land. Some of those who sought my presence have returned to life, continuing their carnage once more. Others moved away to fight somewhere else.
My stroll was halted as a crimson light emanated in front of me. It was Aitromme, the Embodiment of Death, and a daughter of mine. I asked her name, in which she gave me a perplexed stare and asked, "Have you forgotten?" She answered my question and the utterance of her name erased my existence and left her in a greater state of perplexion. After returning to existence, she revealed that my presence faintly resembled myself. Her keenness made me proud as I observed from beyond. I, the incarnation, even more perplexed than she was, asked who I resembled. Her revelation of me resembling myself filled me with suffocating yet serene power, for the comparison was the most rightful for me than any of my daughters. The invocation of my name ringing in all corners of my material body.
"I was prepared to punish myself, but I am not mistaken. You must be THE incarnation of our mother." she spoke unto me with a delighted yet concerned smile. "But be warned, for you are no different from any of us. You are not our mother, however close you may resemble her. No matter how infinitesimally greater your resemblance is to her compared to any of us angels, all of us are still her daughters." Enlightened, I replied, "I am Hermestheus, Siaeraielle incarnated. I know not the reason for my being, yet I will roam this realm no different from any angel, devil, or fairy, for I am no greater or lesser than any of my sisters."
Unveiling her wings, she said, "Indeed, heal or harm others as you may. Live the way you would be happy, have your death be meaningful to both yourself and the others, and continue the cycle of rebirth with vigour. Until we meet again, Hermestheus. Let us bask in the love of our Mother."
She disappeared before the crimson light could vanish and erased its presence from existence. I was left wondering about the place of love amongst this ocean of carnage, brutality, and animosity.