Author's note:
This story contains quite a few references to different esoteric belief systems: the Kabbalah and the works of Aleister Crowley, among others. All these references will be explained in detail as the story progresses!
They entered the world in the same second; in the same breath.
Universes away, Xaphania felt their birth just as she had felt the birth of the other two. It was a sensation of pulling; of yearning; of two halves of one whole tasting their strange new world and catching one another's scent on the Dust-wind.
So she slipped through the veil between the worlds and sought out the wise ones of their race. She entered their machines and spoke to them in words of code while they rubbed their tired eyes in disbelief, for they had thought such wonders to have vanished from this world.
The ones without destiny have arrived, she told them. Guard them well.
But Sephirah, they replied, fingers dancing on keyboards. How shall we find them? What names shall we know them by?
Do not seek them out. Guard their true names from them as well as from their enemies. But I will tell you this much:
They will be named Martyrs, for they will be torn and maimed in ways your kind cannot comprehend. They will be named Babylon and Chaos, mother and father of abominations; the Whore and the False Prophet. But one day all these names will fall at their feet, and only their true ones will remain. Now listen, and know what they are:
And the wise ones listened, and understood.