In accordance with The New War encroaching upon us, I detail this letter onto you with the greatest of risk. This entails the secret to your chimeric twin, The Kloseg. My kind.
With our shadow world comes the craving for the consumption of others, by our nature created by The Entity. You know this more than any, Old Man.
You know of the nature of both our worlds. The powers above our reality. Only seen by those willing to part with the veil. But, that is not their only ability. They not only empower humanity physically, but also consciously. To see into possibility, the before, after, and what is soon to come. If consciousness is harnessed the same as the physical, your masters will seem only as vermin.
You yourself would become master of both body and mind, and overpower your twin in shadow.
Our power stems from emotional intelligence and destruction once a mental connection has been made. But do not underestimate your enemy, Chorus, for if the veiled eye is found, your connection to the outside is unfounded.
- A traitor, addressing Alc, Master to Alcor.
Dialego stared into the endless black above the lake of fire. He saw the stars dangle like the fish in the deep water, tempting him to reach it, to gourge himself of knowledge and tithe. But he saw something else more distinct. More unique in its own right. He saw himself, but not him. A twin but no brother; a reflection with dimensions.
He stared into the eyes of his twin, across the endless threads of fate and the singular line of his time. This alternate has its own line, made up of different properties. Nine lines, Five old and four new, each its own color. Red, Green, Black, Blue, Purple, Orange, Yellow, white, and Devoid. All encompassing its body. It looked at Dialego, with malice. It spoke of nothing, but its eyes said entire novels. It is on the hunt, and Dialego is prey.
Dialego turned away from this revelation, hoping it truest did not see him. He looked at his hands, and was not sure if it was his own.
The winds of Hell howled in obedience, the coals beneath his feet sizzled in unison, the dark eyes laid onto him. Dialego looked up, and his Eternal Master appeared.
HE SPEAKS
