The scene was a wash in red, their faces tinged bloody by the new revelations they had just been given. While Adam was still struggling to understand what he had been told, both Celex and Conn seemed wildly unperturbed. They must have come when Adam made his call not to long ago, but now as Celex and Conn drew closer, he could feel the discomfort radiating from the maker's thoughts.

Not even just discomfort but fear as well.

He looked back and forth between the two groups of them, and searching inside his thoughts Adam was shocked when, "Fight each other!?? Why would we want to do that??"

Evidently Conn and Celex had heard the same thing and were both frowning.

Ramirez, Sunny and Maverick stood in various states of hands on hips or raised eyebrows, "Care to share with the rest of the class." Ramirez said, "Some of us don't speak telepath."

Conn grinned from the darkness, his rows of many little white teeth glimmering with red light, "He seems to think we've come here to begin a conflict with you."

Celex laughed, "Thats, not quite how it works." He walked forward towards the maker who flinched as Celex threw a casual arm around him pulling him close like they were drinking buddies, "You see my dear maker friend, Adam and I are good friends. We go way back. He saved my life once you know. I mean I am dead now, but I would have been a lot sooner if it weren't for him."

Some time during the conversation, Conn had floated up behind Adam and taken him by the arm," Why would I want to be in conflict with the father of my daughter."

Adam huffed and shook conn off like he was dusting away a spider web, "What part of me being married don't you get."

"Looks to me like there is plenty of you to go around."

"Blood of the architect." Adam muttered

Up ahead the maker was still straining to lean away from Celex, who seemed to be having an immensely entertaining time bothering the maker.

"I.... you are friends....."

Celex nodded, "of course why does that surprise you so much.'

The maker blinked at him, his face a mix of both fear and confusion, "You don't remember do you.... But how can you not...."

"I haven't been back to Revelation just yet."

He looked between the group of them with an expression of pure awe and confusion. He blinked once as if trying to clear his eyes, than shook his head in complete disbelief. "This cannot be."

Images and feelings washed through Adam, all too quick or hazy for him to make out but Conn and Celex grew stiff.

Conn hummed, "Well isn't that a bitch."

Celex began to laugh, "well that does make things a bit awkward."

"Why, what is going on."

On the floor before them, the maker shivered and looked down at his hands. He continued to shake his head in something that approached disbelief, "Impetus and Incubus were always.... Sworn enemies."

What followed was silence.

Celex turned to look at Adam

Adam looked at celex.

Then both of them shrugged, "I don't remember that."

"Me neither, must not have been very important."

Following their words the Maker grew even more agitated as if this revelation was somehow a problem, "No you don't understand, they.... You can't just. Incubus fought against the maker in collusion with the void this is-"

Celex made a face and spat on the floor, "Well whatever agreement I had with them became voided when they tortured me, so there is that fun little fact."

The more they talked the more and more confused the maker seemed to grow as if he simply couldn't accept the reality of what he was seeing. So deep was his confusion that the world around them began to sputter and dissolve as the makers power bled outwards. Adam's vision vanished again as he was drawn backward into memories and strange revelations.

***

It was with the fall of the first maker that convinced the architect changes had to be made. The void was growing too powerful, their propaganda too enticing. They wished to return the universe to its original state of darkness, despite the fact that darkness had not existed before the architect had formed it out of nothing.

The void's message was increasingly popular with young makers, lacking in years and experience. The dark words of the void lured them away from revelation and into parts unknown. What happened to them can only be guessed at, as many have not been seen since.

Thousands upon thousands of markers fell this way.

And others stepped away from their brethren to perform duties in espionage against the architect. In order to protect young makers for the enticement of the void, the architect designed a plan to hide young makers away for a short time while their anima developed at an increased rate. He brought older makers together to perfect the craft and test construct machines that would hold the anima and dampen its power thus hiding the signal from the enticement of the void.

This was not an easy task as dampening the anima too much rendered the anima near useless, no better than an animal, while not containing the anima enough allowed power to seep through the cracks and shine into the darkness.

They were not always successful.

Along with this, the architect hid pockets of maker constructs all over the galaxy hoping that if one were to be found, at least all would not be corrupted.

Many Millennia followed like this, with the continual creation and destruction of construct hotspots, but still the void grew more powerful, and even full grown makers fell to the enticement of the void. Even young makers were not completely safe, open for corruption in the delicate period after their creation and before their move into a construct containment

The battle was coming to a close, and the architect was forced to make one final decision.

Using up the last of creation energy, he granted great power to what would be called the last cohort, the final Makers more powerful than previously imagined. In them the architect granted them unusual power, and that power granted unusual will.

Finding constructs to contain them was difficult, however, and their long incubation period resulted in some unforeseen and often dire consequences.

Some of the last cohort, including the second to last born Impetus, held their loyalty to the architect offering power and services in the war effort despite their youth and age. The band formed by Impetus became a well known hand of the architect independently acting where others could not or would not. It must be noted that Impetus has stolen the Empyrean on several occasions to participate in the war effort against the architect's will. WIth him, Impetus brought the architects most powerful warrior Apotheosis

However, with great power comes great corruption.

While some fought to end the war, others denied both sides and demanded power of their own. A powerful young maker by the name of Incubus was once such figure, rebelling against the maker in an attempt to take his own power, and though he did not join the void, he colluded with them on multiple occasions to manuver himself.

His desire.

Take over the throne and become the architect.

As dangerous as he was, he attracted many dissenters, generals and soldiers, one of which included sinister,, a creature of pure chaos unbound by any master except loyalty to the creation of chaos.

Impetus was forced to turn his effort away from the war and towards quashing a rebellion that was taking valuable assets away from the battle with the void.

***

The images that came with the memories were hard and gast, faces none of them recognized, strange beings that simply couldn't hold their forms, dark powers, unchained energy manifestations that construct bodies simply could not or would not understand.

Only Celex seemed to recognize anything as the world came slamming back down around them in a wave or red light, washing them away under a sea of gloom,

They stood there in the silence and the quiet staring back and forth at each other.

Maverick stared down at her feet.

Conn pursed his lips.

And Celex.

Began to laugh.

The sound was so startling that it nearly caused Adam to jump out of his suit in surprise.

Celex shook his head in amusement, "Well what young man doesn't rebel against his father eh." He turned to look at Adam, "no hard feelings."

Adam shook his head dumbly and couldn't help but smiling some at the sheer absurdity of it all, "None at all.:

Celex let go of the maker, who slumped back in surprise, confusion and relief as Celex walked over to rest a hand on Adam's shoulder, 'Show me your past visions, give me all the memories you want, try talking me into whatever the hell that was, but My answer remains the same. I have chosen and I don't plan on changing my mind."

There was a pause in the silence as the group of them turned to look at Conn.

There was a long and very drawn out awkward pause before he huffed.

"Uhgh, fine I will give up on spreading chaos to help these yahoos, but that doesn't mean I have lto like it."

The maker did not seem convinced.

But looking inside conn's head adam was.

That's just how conn was.

At the center of this all Mitzen stood in confused shock. His brain still roiling with the images.

The makers.

The architect himself.

Desperately he sat there attempting to fit the pieces together like a child tries to fit legos, but it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, the pisces, Shanshara, the council of zealots, the theocrat. None of them fit into this vision, except for the red robes worn by the maker.

Everything he had known.

Crumbling around him to reveal a vaster and more confusing horor.

A metaphysical war that had been being waged for eons.