I can feel their blindness.



It maddens them that they can peer into the Empyrean to witness the wonders and horrors that
haunt all of Mankind, yet here I am, standing before them...



...unseen.



+++

How strange the company I now keep. That's not quite right. They are not a company, more a
restless horde of noble beasts, panting for release. They stare intently at the
surface, seeing the unseen, seeking the vector that would lead them to the
weakest, the lame, the diseased.



The first to fall.



Contrary to the opinion of some of their brother legions, they are not braggarts or fools. They
inherently sense the great danger that lurks below them. Each can feel the
strangeness that causes their hair to prickle, eyes tighten, and a dryness to
well up in their throats.



I feel nothing.



They have granted me a place in their pack. I am almost their mascot, yet I am so much more.
Uncomfortably placid around me, they quickly find reasons to be elsewhere. That
is the way it is with me. That is what I am. I bring discomfort to heroes. I
stir unease in beasts. I comfort no one.



I am the void.



+++

The fall from the stars begins ominously and in silence. No...not silent, I can hear the sound of
deep breathing and snorts as the pack begins to sort itself out, uncomfortable
and anxious to escape their constraints. We are tightly packed, like the
propellant that drives a shell to its target...waiting for
ignition. There is something among them that touches the core of my being, catching
me up in a primal wave of feeling, generated by the proximity to so many apex
predators.



This startles me,
for I am one who feels nothing...yet I still find my thoughts and feelings
caught up with this pack, swept along in their passion, their eagerness.



A growing roar and
vibration signal atmospheric contact. We descend in a blaze of fury and rage, the
manifestation of my Father's will.



If I could, I
would pity those below us. They have unleashed upon themselves a full cup of my
Father's wrath. The wolves I ride with shall encircle this errant herd, loping
along its flanks, a deliverer of its complete destruction.



This calamity will
not abate until their desire for total destruction leaves this misguided civilization, wrought by one of
my Father's own sons, scattered before them, not one stone resting upon
another.



I feel my
heartbeat increase. I am of the pack. I will ride this wave across these wicked
lands and never hesitate, never look back at the ruin left behind me.



For I am my Father's daughter.