THE SECOND WAR OF THE GODS

The Sècund, under the command of the mighty queen Sån,

the watchful eye, along with the Lest, mainly their children,

know had full dominion over the universe at the peaks of

that mighty mountain known as Jóli.

After some time of ruling, the Sècund thought themselves

to be superior to all the other generations that ever were

and will be, viewing the Lest as entitled, selfish, childish brats,

a view that came out of nowhere.

The Lest strongly abhorred being looked down upon simply for existing.

The days of this turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months,

and the months into years, and the years into decades, and the decades

into centuries, and the centuries into millennia.

At long last, the last generation of immortals got fed up being

stepped on and rebelled against the second-born Sècund, their former

allies. Remorseless Comôpens held all their hearts and minds.

Seizing the peaks of Mount Jóli, the younger gods cried out, “Hateful

second-born gods! Since gaining control of the universe, you have contemned

us and turned your collective noses up at us, feeling we're too cynical to exist,

and that we're self-centered, greedy infants, loathing us for merely

existing, not wishing to share your power with us lesser gods! So, now,

your day has finally arrived and you shall fall from grace and power!”

With that, the battle between the Sècund and the Lest had commenced!

It was a terrible clash of diamond weapons and fists.

Into the fray blinding Laít, son of flaming Faír, leapt, ready to fight ferociously,

charging in full rage, full force, straight into his daughter, multicolored

Mèsenchér's, enormous diamond blade, swinging towards his vitals—

a full, circular swing. Laít's glowing robes were unable to hold the

damage from the blade, his entire digestive system falling out.

The deceitful Laïs, son of rayless Dãrc, son of Ürt, encountered his father,

fueled with spite and anger, ready to strike him down with his scythe when

he, ever so true to his nature, came up with a fib:

“Father, you and the rest of the Sècund are absolutely correct. I agree that my

generation is the most entitled, bratty, childish group of gods to exist, solely

because we wish to ascend in the world and make our lives better, and, for the

crime of existing, we Lest all must be annihilated.”

His black father was astonished to hear these words come from his son,

one of the disgusting Lest, agreed with his fellow Sècund. He felt a sense

of pride coming on, happy that his son was finally seeing sense, that he

and others in his contemporaries must be destroyed for existing and

trying to move on up in the world.

It was in that moment that the god of falsehoods seized his opportunity

to pierce his pointed blade through his father's face, sanguine ribbons

pouring out from the wound, his left eye completely shredded into

thin, moist slices, with brain soma pouring out of the socket.

It seems correct to me that Laïs would be of the Lest, although he was

born without sex from dark Dãrc and probably didn't come to be during

the Theorgy. I'm absolutely certain of this to be true; for I see why the

beautiful and wise Tots would be false in telling the history of the land,

or the telling of any story at all.

Anyway, back to the tale of the second war of the gods.

The battle between the Lest and the Sècund also lasted eighteen years,

and since the immortal gods above, as implied by the epithet, cannot die,

the tides didn't turn to any side until the last year of the war.

In that year, the Sècund, the second-born gods of Mount Jóli, filled with

holy hatred, defeating the next generation of gods, preventing them from

getting any influence or power over the universe.

Spitefully, the elder gods placed the younger generation inside mother Ürt

to force them out of their minds. Writhing in agony, the undying Lest

rumble inside the earth, struggling in vain to exit or be noticed to be released,

known by men presently as the quakes of the earth.