It's strange that they never knew who they were.
One blazing, spirited man remembered from where he came from, but not of who he was. None of them did; from the Superior down to the very last one of them.
Yet, the night one golden-haired boy left a world that never existed, an absent heart shattered in-between the fingers of a dead man. He yelled and his voice was carried by the winds. It was deft ears that heard the desperate cry, it was put aside by equally missing hearts.
He also wept.
They all watched solemnly as one brilliant flame was blown out, but they were not sorry. They did not understand back then, just as they did not understand when one more seat became empty in that all too white room.
They did not know either why their gazes seemed to avoid these screaming holes in the scenery of their group.
The first led them on because it was what he did. He sought their hearts and above all power because he remembered that this was what he planned back when he had been whole and breathing.
Although, he didn't remember why.
Nor did the Luna Divider remember why his eyes always trailed in the wake of this laboratory rat that had decided to stand and rule them.
As the empty shells they were, they drifted on through the darkness. Phantoms whisked amongst them, taking them one by one.
They never knew about the gaping hole that they left behind then.
Just as the thirteenth never understood the pain in the aquamarine pools of that familiar stranger.
Just as the seventh never knew his lord finally crumbled against his tomb stone.
Until all seats were empty.
Until nobody was left but something that never was.
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Non-existent.