The Eternal Cycle: The Fall of Time
A Grand Myth of Love, Rebellion, and Redemption
Prologue: The Silent Prophecy
Before the birth of stars and time,
Before the gods declared their prime,
A whisper stirred the formless deep,
A dream divine the void would keep.
A warning sung in hushed lament,
A fate entwined, a law unbent,
That Time and Wisdom—bound as one—
Would birth the child of dusk and sun.
Yet love defies the written law,
And in the stars a crack did gnaw.
For Chronos, Keeper of the Flow,
Saw Sofia’s light in heaven’s glow.
And in her gaze, a world was spun,
A love too great to be undone.
Yet from their touch, the sins awoke,
The curse was cast, the heavens broke.
A war began in realms unseen,
Between the pure and the unclean.
The Seven Princes heard the call—
And from their thrones prepared the fall.
Book I: The Birth of Elyon and the Fractured Realms
I. The Weaving of Fate
Through golden halls of endless sky,
Where silent stars stood cold and high,
The council of the gods decreed
That love divine must not be freed.
A child was named, though yet unborn,
A soul of light, a fate forlorn.
For should he rise, the gods would quake,
And from his path, the world would break.
Chronos, Time, stood tall, unbowed,
While Sofia, Wisdom, swore aloud,
“I choose this love, though heavens burn,
Though fate may twist, though time may turn.”
And so the child, Elyon, came,
A whispered breath, a golden flame.
And in his cry, the cosmos swayed—
A herald bright, a war delayed.
II. The Cracking of Cocytus
Deep below where fire dies,
And frozen winds cut hollow cries,
Beneath the throne of shattered ice,
Lay Lucifer, in chains enticed.
Not Satan’s wrath, nor demon’s spite,
But Pride itself—a fallen light.
His wings were torn, his halo dimmed,
His frozen breath a fate condemned.
He heard the shift, the silent quake,
The child of prophecy awake.
And as the lake began to crack,
The fallen king looked grimly back.
“Shall I rise, or shall I stay?
Shall fate’s decree be thrown away?
For I am not the beast they name,
Nor all the wretched curse my fame.”
But far above, the Seven knew,
The weight of fate, the time that flew.
Their reign at stake, their thrones unmade,
And so the sins began to wade.
Book II: The Trials of Elyon and the Seven Princes of Hell
III. The Wrath of Satan
Beneath the clouds of endless red,
Where broken kings and warriors bled,
The Fifth Dark Circle roared with fire,
A prison built for rage’s pyre.
Here Satan, Lord of Wrath’s domain,
Kept war alive, kept hot disdain.
His blade of flame, his armored cry,
His breath the winds that scorched the sky.
He met the child, so young and small,
Yet felt within the heavens call.
A test of fury, fire, and hate—
To bend, to break, or meet his fate.
IV. The Serpent of Envy (Leviathan)
Through waters dark where none could see,
Where jealous hearts found no decree,
The great Leviathan arose,
With eyes like ice and curling throes.
The ocean hissed, the waves grew tall,
And envy’s whisper cursed them all.
“Let none stand bright above the rest,
Let all who rise be laid to rest.”
Elyon, blind in sea’s embrace,
Felt envy coil, felt shadows trace.
Yet through the deep, a truth was sung,
A voice of wisdom, old and young.
Not all are meant to share the same,
And envy’s path is built in shame.
V. The Chains of Mammon
On fields of gold and halls of trade,
Where men were bought, and worth was weighed,
The Prince of Greed spread out his hands,
And bound the weak with golden bands.
His name was Mammon, Lord of chains,
Who taught that power bore no pains.
He promised Elyon kings and gold,
If only he would break, be sold.
But wealth was dust, and greed was stone,
And Elyon stood his ground alone.
Book III: The Throne of Lucifer and the Final Choice
VI. The Frozen Throne of Pride
Through hollow winds and silent ice,
Where traitors paid their final price,
The Ninth Dark Circle sang its woe,
A song of pride, a tale of woe.
And there Lucifer, broken, bound,
Lay silent in his frozen ground.
Yet at his feet, a whisper came,
A voice of fate, a call by name.
“Rise, O Fallen, take your place,
Or let the gods forget your face.”
The ice had cracked, the time was near,
Yet Pride itself still held its fear.
Elyon, child of light and pain,
Now stood before the throne’s remain.
“Will you rise, or will you fall?
Will time repeat, or end it all?”
VII. The Final Sacrifice
Through fire’s breath and ocean’s wane,
Through greed’s cruel chains and pride’s disdain,
Elyon stood, both lost and free,
A god in chains, a man to be.
To seal the sins, to bind the deep,
To lay the Princes back to sleep,
He cast his name, his birth, his might,
And vanished into endless night.
Epilogue: The Eternal Cycle
And so the sins were sealed once more,
Yet fate, like tides, returns to shore.
For as long as men seek power’s thrill,
The Princes wait, both dark and still.
Lucifer sighs beneath the ice,
Mammon whispers beneath the price,
Asmodeus calls from lovers’ beds,
Leviathan turns in jealous dread.
They wait, they watch, they long to rise,
For every age breeds new disguise.
And should one fall to Pride’s dark tune,
The ice shall break beneath the moon.
For Elyon sleeps, but time is frail,
And sins return, as mortals fail.
Closing Invocation
O reader, mark these words of old,
For tales like these are never told.
The war of gods is far from done,
And sins are born with every sun.
But if you rise, if choice is free,
Then break the chains, refuse the plea.
For only those who stand and fight,
Can walk the path to endless light.
