A Fallen Perspective
(Translated from the journal of the Devil Kell Drakiks before his death. It gives great insight into the life of our former enemy, and an in depth view of his instrumental help in the Unification. May the reader learn much from his words-Ikora Rey)
I am Drakiks. My people, The Eliksni, were once visited by the Great Machine. However, a great Whirlwind came and destroyed what had been gifted to us. We fled, and because of our limited Ether, we fought each other. House Scar, Stone, and Rain were thought destroyed, and we wandered the stars for eons, searching for the Great Machine. I was born during that time. I had been born 150 Earth years after what the humans call the Collapse came. My House was House Devils. My mother was Malcsis, Devil Vandal. My Father was Taniks, Devil Baron. I was an illegitimate child, therefore I could not receive the benefits other Baron children receive. My Father had disowned me.
When I had reached 25 years of age, I had no one. My mother was killed in a attack by the Humans, and my father had broken away with a ketch and Devils and became a mercenary. When I was 30, the Devils, Kings, and Winter attacked the City. The Wolves were supposed to join, but they never came. They told us this was the time for our rise. To retake the Great Machine. They told us this was the day we would be Fallen no more. I did not join the attack, I was left behind to stand guard. I could hear the battle range. The boom of their canons, the roars of our walkers. When the Devils returned, I knew what had happened. I didn't see victors, roaring and shooting and celebrating. I saw weary, tired, and defeated soldiers, who's morale was so low they couldn't even respond when I asked what happened. All this blood spilled, and nothing to show. Many had left, and I heard they formed a House on Earth's moon, called House Exile. I became disheartened, seeing my bretheren so low.
But it was worse. These humans launched a counter attack, for revenge. I didn't see why. They had won, what else did they want. They struck hard and fast, over whelming our first line of defenses. I was to stand guard and watch the entrance.
It was cold. My coat could not fully cover me, and my top two arms were numb. I was watching the back entrance to our base. The metal of my Wire Rifle was cold to the touch. I never liked the winters. Our gear freezes, and many die to the cold. Nothing ever happens out here. I remember wishing I was at the front, getting revenge for our loss. Then, I noticed something. Out in the white snow was a black object, kicking up snow as it moved. Whatever it was, it was moving fast. I grabbed my wire rifle, and looked through the scope. It was a Guardian, wearing black armor and a helmet that glowed purple light out of a slit down the middle, riding a sparrow towards the back entrance. I snarled. I hated Guardians. Not only did they steal the Great Machine, but they have the ordacity to use its power for their own selfish reasons. I warmed up the rifle, and prepared to take my shot.
"Hold" said a voice behind me. I looked back to see my Captain, Arkis, behind me.
"Why? He'll sneak in if I don't!" Arkis looked at me with contempt. He grunted.
"Solkis knows this one is coming. It's a prodigy of the humans leader. He wants to personally kill the Guardian's best." I dare not disobey an order from Solkis the Devil Kell. I would've been docked and demoted to Dreg. I lowered my Wire Rifle, and watched the Guardian zip by. It was one of the greatest mistakes I ever made. Several hours later, I learned. The Guardian had killed Solkis. House Devils was now without a Kell.
"You have failed your Kell! Your insolence will get you killed if they are merciful." Arksis was going to betray me.
"But you ordered me to not fire!"
"Lies! You will suffer for not taking the chance to save your Kell!" Arksis turned around, and started to go to the exit of the Skiff. I knew that if he told this lie to the House, they would believe him. Devils were looking for someone to blame, and wouldn't care if the victim was guilty or innocent. I couldn't let that happen. So I did the unthinkable. I took out a Shock Dagger, and did the unthinkable. I stabbed my Captain in the back. I covered his mouth to muffle his scream. I stabbed him twice more in the back, and slashed his legs so he couldn't run. He was bleeding, but not enough to die quickly. I could give him another 24 hours before he died. I quickly hid him in my room, next to my loot stash. I searched him, finding a small supply of Ether, a Shock Pistol, and his two Shock Swords. But my most important find was the key to his quarters. He was too weak to call for help, so I would raid his room for loot. I snuck to his quarters, and looted it. I found a large amount of Ether, a Shrapnel Launcher, several machines from the human Golden Age, but I found 2 of the most important things that mattered most. A Scorch Canon, and a human Machine gun. I took all of the loot and hid it in a hidden storage compartment in my room. Now was to frame Arksis. I dragged him out of the Skiff, and towards the Kells throne. Most of my brethren would be there, to mourn our Kell. I entered the room, to a crowd of Devils. They all looked back at me, and quickly backed away. I dragged him up to just in front of the throne, and faced the crowd.
"My fellow Devils, I have found a traitor among us! I was there, watching as the Guardian that killed our Kell, zipped past. I aimed to take a shot, but my captain threatened to kill me if I took the shot. After the death of our Mighty Kell, he tried to kill me, as I was the only one to witness his treachery. But I outsmarted him, and incapacitated him. I present the traitorous swine to you for Judgment!" I then threw Arkis towards the crowd, and he fell in front of them. 4 Vandals picked him up, the whole crowd roaring and howling, and carried him to a skiff. Me and a few other Devils boarded alongside, and we took off. I looked at Arksis the whole time, as he slowly bled to death.
"Where are we taking him?" I asked. The Vandal next to the Pilot Servitor looked back at me.
"The one place where he will face unimaginable punishment, and pay judgment for his treachery and deception against Kell and House." I instantly knew where we were heading. I looked at Arksis' face. He looked back at me, his bright blue eyes dimming and his face pale. I felt pity for him. But it was his choice. He made this happen when he tried to frame me, not me. We stopped, right in front of the Hive lair, and turned off cloaking mode. 2 Vandals lowered him down to the ground. We didn't drop him. We wanted him alive when the Hive started to experiment on him. We took off, and reactivated cloaking mode. Looking back, I know see Solkis dying was what started me and the Eliksni on their journey to what we are today. But I didn't know such things at the time. But I did feel a little something inside of me. A little spark. Maybe Solkis dying wasn't so bad after all.