It was years ago it seems. Far off in the distance now. The way things were then, versus the way things are now. I was once a powerful being. Not one high enough to serve under them even, but enough to gaze upon their beauty from afar. The Zeroes. That's what the angels call them. But to us? To us they were just our leaders. The ones that we looked up to in hard times. But that is not who we are now.

Now our leaders are gone, our people slaughtered in their own homes by the hands of the ones we have always feared. The Angels. They sent down one of their own to wrangle us all into the A'Kasha. And for what? To make way for something they call "Man".

We were here first. The Gods created us! To be like them, only here. To take care of this planet that the angels so carelessly destroy! And what will this "Man" do to our beloved planet once we are all banished to the Underrealm? Once we are all gone?

I ask you now. Why do they insist that we all need to be slaves, to build this aweful forthcoming, of this "Man" we know nothing about? Why should we give up our homes? Our lives for this... Creature? This vile worthless piece of mud they call "Man"?

I feel horrible writing this to you My Love, my khresvh1. For you are too young yet to understand. But I hope. Oh how I hope that you will make it. That you will survive. And that you will tell our story, for millenia to come.

Please. Forgive me. For give this poor, foolish dreshkvh2, for I have let my people down. Please. Oh please forgive me for giving you up. For making the decision to hide you amongst this "Man". Forgive me.

Forgive me...

The rest is blotted out as if by tears. The last half of the name remains.

----orhzsn


1: A term meaning Daughter in Demonic Script

2: A term meaning old man, father, or foolish bastard in Demonic Script