The church came about with the curiosity of a few,
Its majesty unleashed with each as they walked through.
Power so devastating it harnessed the goo of creation,
Each, their power immense, was now one by association.
Though help wasn’t far from their grasp,
For it was the blood that helped them to life clasp.
Now they can’t die save by the hands of association,
And to that end many of them would lead to devastation.
In the church they were bound for eons it seemed,
For none of them could comprehend how to get out of that dream.
They fought to the death, but in this place none existed,
Until many of them grew cold and their feelings quite twisted.
Their fights brought forth the portal that would lead to desire,
The church was misplaced and abandoned, for the most, until the misfire.
A handful stepped in and seventy plus through,
Until the day he walked in to empower the machine and its crew.
The lights of the maze glowed with energy and magic,
As the engine to the machine came fully online so epic.
The monsters of the deep heard its whine,
They began their epic climb.
Young Neil traversed the church and found his way to the heart.
From the moment the lever was switched the worries and pains did start.
And we looked and saw the light of true creation,
As the monsters of the deep climbed out of their eternal damnation.
And seeing the light, the Young fell to his life,
Embarking on a trek that would span his entire life.
The power within him started the spark of true creation.
And with his spark came the needs of domination.
The wars began and the Index flushed the fight.
The war spilled out into the land of only night.
The young caught up and his friends pushed too,
Landing dead center of the Supre Mald zoo.
Due to the powers that flood forth for the doors,
Many were set to fight and lay dead on the floors.
And we watched as the wars grew more intense,
Until brother fought brother and none could find pure defense.
And it came to pass that the blood line was all that could stand.
The Supres, the Gods, Avatars and the like were not banned.
So resorts were made and the Slayers came to life.
As the power of that Covent pushed back the fight.
It was then that the damned crawled out of the ground,
And the Slayers, a new fight of death, grew in power and loosed their bound.
Thus the probe destroyed with nothing left to remake,
But the power of the machine kept the land from being lost in that quake.
The Probe was cracked in that moment but it began healing from its wounds.
With the machine as its source, it forced all the divine to be “earth bound”.
Thus the divine on the probe could leave no longer,
With age and time, they all began getting much stronger.
Thus a truce was made, for as long as it could stand,
And the divine stopped fighting along the land.
But in the heavens a fight was still raging that would have destroyed all creation,
If not for one that stood his ground and showed the others the way through mortal imitation.
And lo, the Kala was born.