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Syx and Seven In: Covenant of the Unbowed Archives
Written by LordSkorne7
Introduction
“Have you ever defied power?”'
Not in passing — no muttered complaint or whispered disdain behind closed doors.
No...
I mean truly defied it.
When the consequence could be death — likely even.
When the one you're facing is a God cloaked in autocracy, authority, and precedent:
Their commandment law, their gaze enough to split will from body.
With the personal strength to render your person, and the very world you stood on into dust in the cosmic winds:
Think...carefully.
Could you look them in the eye, with the metaphoric rifle pressed to your chest and your friends and family’s future on the line, and still say:
"No. I won't kneel?"
Few actually can.
And among the Sanlagosa — beings sculpted for loyalty, trained in reverence, their bones etched with generations of enforced silence — it is even rarer.
Yet, in the following account, buried beneath scorched planets and broken oaths, you will come to know a name: Alduin.
A man who once swore to protect the very system that betrayed him. A man who bled for the Concordant, only to learn that its throne was built on the corpses of those it claimed to serve.
These pages are not just testimony.
They are an indictment.
Of power. Of blind obedience. Of what happens when a blade meant to protect turns inward — toward the heart.
Read closely, dear friend.
And remember:
"Treason," in the right context, is just another word for truth.
Author’s Note: The following text is presented in an anthological format, unfolding across multiple decades. Each entry is written diegetically — sourced directly from in-world texts considered to be canonically extant within the universe itself.
Personal Report – Submitted in Reluctant Dissent
Dated: 34th Year proceeding End's Emergence
It has been 4 years, 6 months, 27 days since my last report:
I have been neglecting my duties for some time, having been forced into the frontlines against the Havriel Alliance.
And I feel... conflicted.
Or rather... concerned.
While I would not dare openly question the directives of our Sovereign; I would be remiss if I did not to voice my concern.
And ultimately; I believe it would be a gross dereliction of my duties as Covenant Archivist if I was not to report any misgiving to my superiors.
After thorough personal investigation, in all my findings, there is little — if any — substantive evidence linking the Havriel; those of whom our Unbowed Sovereign has demanded we target with such extreme prejudice, and the race we have now been ordered to destroy with the full measure of our force, bear any relation to the Isariel.
According to my findings, the connection between them is exceedingly tenuous — if it even exists at all.
Initial visual comparisons, though striking on a superficial level, are insufficient to justify the claim.
Genocide of this scale — unseen since the Ancient Concordant’s purge of the Ragnalith and their Dark Empire — demands more than resemblance.
And yet... mere surface resemblance is all that I can find.
The Havriel do share outward similarities with the Isariel; however, this resemblance is neither unique nor conclusive.
Furthermore; in the contemporary galactic sphere, several species bear similar features.
Two prominent examples include:
- The Jaslith species of the Ambrosia Alliance
- And the independent Evermorian race
Both share features with the Havriel, yet no one has proposed their annihilation.
Yes, the Havriel appear visually similar to the Isariel—
But so did the Seraphnim themselves...
My independent research; drawing from open historical records — including several censored Ambrosian Alliance archives the Oracles have restricted — and genealogical records — indicates something else entirely:
The Havriel appear to have splintered from the Jaslith within the last millennium; likely just over four hundred years ago at the greatest.
There is seemingly no shared Isariel bloodline:
No ideological inheritance.
No spiritual or ancestral resemblance that would justify the scope and open hostility of this act.
This order does not make any semblance of sense:
- Not historically.
- Not biologically.
- Not theologically.
Either I am missing a critical piece...
Or...
...I won’t speculate further.
Not until I complete a full account.
But I will say this:
Something here is wrong.
I may have a theory—
Tentative; but forming.
Though I’ll have to keep digging.
But I’m not ready—
CERTAINLY not ready to yet support this war...
...but I am also not ready to openly condemned his order...
...not yet.
It has been 3 months since my last report:
My research has continued, and with it, my theory has grown more plausible.
That said; I require further evidence before I commit its full breadth to any who may eventually read this document.
But I must state it clearly:
I am now fully convinced that our Lord has deceived us.
The Havriel bear no relation to the Isariel.
None.
Genetically.
Socially.
Even metaphorically.
I see now that he has used our people as unwitting instruments — puppets — while the Havriel themselves have been offered up as sacrifice.
But for what purpose...?
...I remain uncertain.
My initial assumption was that he intended to seize their holdings, to tear their worlds from them and fold them into our dominion.
But this theory falters under scrutiny, given the methods the Concordant has employed.
Why, for instance, did he not simply request their alliance?
The Havriel were near to open conflict with the Ambrosia Alliance. With their relationship being tenuous at best.
By contrast, prior to this war, we had granted them rights of sale over several systems that they now occupy.
A gesture that suggested openness — perhaps even respect.
Yet not a single whisper of diplomacy, not one breath of alliance, was ever spoken by the Concordant before the flames began to fall.
Entire Havriel worlds — worlds that once spoke to us in peace — were razed without provocation or warning.
If they were Isariel remnants, this would hold logic. But they clearly are not.
I am aware that I am... different from the rest of our kind.
I can see past the lens that our Seraphnim creators embedded within us — the instincts, the compulsions, the engineered hatreds.
The others cannot.
They feel the call.
They feel the hate.
It burns in them, unrelenting.
For it is the very reason we exist at all:
To fight the Isariel.
To throw ourselves upon their blades until none remain.
To die for our ancient Seraphnim masters...
But if the Havriel are not the children of the Godqueen, then what — across all the stars — could he be after?
Even setting aside ethical outrage, the military cost alone has been unprecedented.
We are not waging a war of conquest, but one of total annihilation.
The strategy has been to purge entire worlds clean of life, leaving them charred and barren—
uninhabitable.
Worthless!
So, if not conquest…
And if not the eradication of our ancient enemy…
Then... what?
Is it madness?
Has the Unbowed, after all these millennia, finally collapsed beneath the weight of his own age?
Was he ultimately deceived somehow?
Or has he, in his endless centuries, succumbed to something Darker?
