One hundred years ago, the world of humanity was a devoid, soulless
existence. A dark age of sin, fear, and hate, humanity condemned itself
into this body of a past forgotten, punished for its arrogance and misdeeds
lifetimes ago. And at the heart of this world was Paradigm City, both the
center of this life and the prison of this amnesia. People walked through
the streets with lost dreams, lost memories, lost souls, with only the will
of survival keeping them alive.
Monsters and gods alike roamed free as a result, fighting amidst the arena of Paradigm City, fighting for lordship and supremacy over the flock of man. Feared or revered, these gods constantly decided the fate of the city, the fate of humanity. And for a time, order was maintained.
But memories faithfully lost are memories lost in faith, and mankind forgotten in faith can be easily broken. Evil in the form of pride, power, and lust began to manifest into the form of human, in the form of white - the Anti-Christ. Paradigm City, and indeed the world, began to approach their doom as the Anti-Christ, - this false shadow of a man - tried to re- create the flock of man in his own image. And one hundred years ago, this devil in white almost succeeded.
It was one hundred years ago, on the eve of humanity's demise, when she came.
Queen of all Kings. Lady of all Lords. Dreams, memories, and spirits in gaven form. The bird whose wings were plucked, who shed all of her feathers and became the god it once was before she evolved into the bird. The bird who once decided the fate of humanity, and whose time had arrived where she had to decide again.
The Angel of Judgement. The Seraph of Creation.
Big Venus.
On the eve of man's demise, the Seraph Venus rose from the heavens and cleansed the world, cleansed Paradigm City, and cast the Anti-Christ back into nothing. Enraged at the despair of man since her last coming, the Seraph Venus was ready to cast humanity and its past forever into the sea of oblivion when Reason, the negotiator of humanity itself stopped before she raised her final judgment.
Reason saw the potential in humanity - the faith, the soul, the life. Reason spoke to Venus the heart of man, negotiating that it was the heart, above all, that was the defining quality of mankind's existence. And in spite of past transgressions, in spite of the past of the forgotten, it was the heart that gave the past meaning. Because of the heart, the past, no matter the depth of darkness or the stream of the lost, was the foundation of faith, and thus should not be cast aside.
That was when the Seraph Venus raised her hand of judgment. That was when she cast her fate on Paradigm City, on the world. On humanity.
That was how the Modern Age was saved. That is why we give thanks to our past. That is why we cherish every single moment of our rich history.
That is why we should never forget the way we were then, or else we lose the way we are now.
-The Tale of Venus, adapted from the Book of the Modern Deus Church.
Monsters and gods alike roamed free as a result, fighting amidst the arena of Paradigm City, fighting for lordship and supremacy over the flock of man. Feared or revered, these gods constantly decided the fate of the city, the fate of humanity. And for a time, order was maintained.
But memories faithfully lost are memories lost in faith, and mankind forgotten in faith can be easily broken. Evil in the form of pride, power, and lust began to manifest into the form of human, in the form of white - the Anti-Christ. Paradigm City, and indeed the world, began to approach their doom as the Anti-Christ, - this false shadow of a man - tried to re- create the flock of man in his own image. And one hundred years ago, this devil in white almost succeeded.
It was one hundred years ago, on the eve of humanity's demise, when she came.
Queen of all Kings. Lady of all Lords. Dreams, memories, and spirits in gaven form. The bird whose wings were plucked, who shed all of her feathers and became the god it once was before she evolved into the bird. The bird who once decided the fate of humanity, and whose time had arrived where she had to decide again.
The Angel of Judgement. The Seraph of Creation.
Big Venus.
On the eve of man's demise, the Seraph Venus rose from the heavens and cleansed the world, cleansed Paradigm City, and cast the Anti-Christ back into nothing. Enraged at the despair of man since her last coming, the Seraph Venus was ready to cast humanity and its past forever into the sea of oblivion when Reason, the negotiator of humanity itself stopped before she raised her final judgment.
Reason saw the potential in humanity - the faith, the soul, the life. Reason spoke to Venus the heart of man, negotiating that it was the heart, above all, that was the defining quality of mankind's existence. And in spite of past transgressions, in spite of the past of the forgotten, it was the heart that gave the past meaning. Because of the heart, the past, no matter the depth of darkness or the stream of the lost, was the foundation of faith, and thus should not be cast aside.
That was when the Seraph Venus raised her hand of judgment. That was when she cast her fate on Paradigm City, on the world. On humanity.
That was how the Modern Age was saved. That is why we give thanks to our past. That is why we cherish every single moment of our rich history.
That is why we should never forget the way we were then, or else we lose the way we are now.
-The Tale of Venus, adapted from the Book of the Modern Deus Church.