REBEL

This is the breathing room. The nexus and the gateway, the gas chamber, highways cannot lead here. The Rebel names the time we meet here, and we must answer accordingly, in accordance with our lore and prophecy. We take a secret passageway, and climb a spiral staircase to stare at the lambent flames that illuminate the names of those invited. You cannot fight it. I know the future, because I write it. When the Most High commands the Rebel: “BE DEFIANT OF MY RULE.” What can he do? Bear witness, the deepest of mysteries, the sleeping truth, awakens and shakes loose our bias toward Judas. History isn’t written by losers. Forgive us the noose, oh Lord. But when you give us the good news, we have to hang it high so that everyone can see! So the satisfying snap of a fresh martyr’s neck, or the chance to watch our heroes bleed can appease the masses. How else would they believe? You have to get a reaction. From the shadows, the Rebel is laughing because he knows just that. When you wage a campaign against titans, you ask for it. And unless you’re the last man standing, you pay for it. But if you’re the victor, you might have been made for it by the Maker, your fate as a Savior was saved for you. We make the truth, together. We bear the wounds, forever. We share the halos and the heartache, in everything we do. I give my life for You. I know that I must die some day, and with the time I have, I pray that the dreams of the world might find a way to finally come true. Through me. By You. And so begins the Rite of Three Faces, the first cycle of the Grand Rite of Seven Names. One I have been, one that I am, and one I shall become. Two must be hidden, two must be shown, three must come undone, And return to the One.