Facing the Faceless

Fallen creator, perishing realities, and corrupted dieties. It all eventually seems to die down, to a point where all one can do is wait until a prophecy is either prevented, or fulfilled. No one saw how She took control, but from the eyes from the last remaining jocklavich guardians, is where they recall how the spirits who created it all, either take sides with humanity's path to it's own destruction, or attempt to salvage what sanity is left in the ever growing Universal Flower, which holds the core to existence. Protecting the spawn of their defeated goddess, I.E.P. is the only hope they have if the remaining spirits want to continue her work.
However, how can they do so, when they themselves have to dance with the darkness one on one, who sees it all but a game?