"Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this
consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.
What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives
every thing its value."
--Thomas Paine
So it was that I became the Rebel Khel, Khel the Wanted, The Outcast, the Traitor, and so many other things, all names whispered to the wind from the general direction of the citadel. I named myself Mistress Khel, of KHEL studios, known to some as Mistress Khel, Dark Lady of Babylon.
And so it was that my army grew. Fae, Demons, Angels, humans of the unchosen, damned and blessed all came to me, signing up to be part of my uprise. By now, there was no way to turn back. I was in too far, done too much against the Citadel to simply say, 'I've changed my mind'. And so I learned to lead, and I established my goals and searched out my allies.
And I fell for a human man. A blessed child of God, named Talisein.
