Across the communication network set up by their gifted devices, a single video spread like wildfire. Mainly contained through the country of its origin, and especially with those that recognised its main participant, but throughout the world there were plenty of individuals that monitored this network. Some for their own purposes, and some for the entities they served.

Lords, Kings, Emperors, Gods, Presidents. There were many names for the many new leaders, and even some old ones, that cropped up after the apocalypse descended. All of these leaders, at least the competent ones, had their own departments dedicated to the monitoring of this network.

Thus, at one moment, all of the world was united for a brief moment as every single leader sat in their respective chambers and watched the same video. Seth himself was amongst these numbers, watching through Corvus' eyes while he was spending some time with his boys.

The video was short, shot from the perspective of a civilian on the street as they looked up to the second story balcony of a regal mansion that could border on being called a palace. A single man, dressed in rich silk clothing, stood on that balcony. The wind played with his blonde hair while even the sun seemed to be dim compared to the radiance of his golden eyes.

He held a severed head in his hand, holding it high in the air for all to see, while he shouted to the audience gathered down below.

"We have been invaded by filthy Heretics. I'm sure many of you saw them dueling on the streets, like the worthless mongrels they are. They are true heretics, demons that have stolen the blessing of my light from the blood of our own.

These demons have cut down members of our flock and drank their blood, to steal the blessing they do not rightfully deserve. It is my duty as your Shepard to defend my flock from these blood thirsty mongrels lingering in the night.

But they know that. That is why they sent this one, this poisonous heretic, to assassinate me.

I know. It was a foolish thought conjured by foolish heretics that do not understand that their hellish blades cannot harm a true god. But I was not their only target. Our high priest fell to their demonic blades, and one of our lambs was next. She is only alive today because of the high priests sacrifice."

He tossed the head down to the ground with a disgusted expression on his face, before gesturing out to the crowd with both hands.

"He laid down his life for you. Will you do the same for him? Will you follow me, lay down your lives for your Lord and enter the radiant city as proud warriors that defended your flock from blood thirsty heretics?"

"YES!"

He raised his hands, the crowd erupting into cheers as he did so. A small smile played upon his lips as he controlled the crowd like an orchestra, dimming their cheers by simply lowering his hands silently.

"We have tried to live our lives peacefully and in recluse, keeping to ourselves. First it was the beasts and the plants that attacked, but now we know why. Agents of hell sent to snuff out our light, agents sent by these demonic heretics. Will you just stand by and let them snuff your holy light?"

"NO!"

"We prepare for war. A Holy War with these Heretics. No longer will we live in recluse in a world that rejects us. It is time we spread our light to the entire world. It is time they understood their one TRUE GOD!

It is time they all understood their place. It is time they BOWED DOWN TO THE LIGHTBRINGER!"

He raised his arms to the side, as if he was imitating a certain man on a cross, and tilted his head back as he basked in the cacophony of cheers and chants of his name. A bright light emanated from behind him, forming a pair of dazzling angelic wings that stirred the crowd into an even wilder frenzy.

His feet lifted from the balcony and he drifted into the air, floating over the railing and drifting down until he was hovering just over the crowd. Dozens of hands clamoured, grabbing desperately to touch his boots which were just out of reach.

Staring at the final frame of the video, showing the Lightbringer hovering over his people like a God, Corvus let out a deep sigh and dismissed the information department that were showing him the video. He didn't bother telling them to keep this secret, such a thing would already be spreading through his people.

Even if it wasn't spreading on its own, he had a feeling that Lightbringer would have had agents of his own blending in with his people to secretly push such things, as well as stir up emotions within the population.

If he tried to back out, they would strike at his weakness and use it to spread dissent within the population. Although joining the war wasn't exactly a win for him either, as it was playing into his hands.

It was truly a lose lose situation.

"Father, is everything alright?"

Seth blinked softly, pulling his attention away from Corvus and back into his own body. He glanced to the side, noticing that Titus had a slightly concerned expression on his face. Seth quickly changed his expression, giving a bright smile and nodding softly. He patted the obsidian skinned forge master on the shoulder.

"Yes yes, everything's fine. Just a little bit of information that had to get my attention. That's all. Now, where were we?"

He cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing down at the blueprints that were laying in front of him and tried to remember where he had left off. The blueprints had drawings much like Da Vinci's vetruvian man, only instead it was a suit of armour in the place of the naked man. next to the armour was a crude drawing of a man, roughly a third of the size of the armour drawing.

Another sheet detailed the different design elements of the seperate parts, such as the helmet, the guantlets as well as a cylindrical container although said drawing was incomplete and didn't yet detail what was going to be contained within the cylinder.

Titus glanced at him, not entirely believing what his Father was saying, before gesturing to the regular suits of armour that were standing across from the table.

"We were just about to do some tests on materials, see what would be most compatible."

"Ah, Of course of course. How could I forget."

Seth cleared his throat again, putting on a half hearted smile and turned to the door as it creaked open. Julius ducked his head under the door and continued deeper into the room, although his steps were slow and measured.

Even though the room was tall enough for him to stand at his full height, he remained stooped over and looking towards his side, where he held his hand out towards a small azure orb floating next to him.

Of course, Anyone with soul sight such as Julius or Seth would have seen more than just a simple orb. Instead they would have seen the spectral figure of a young girl, her head separated from the rest of her body, as she floated alongside Julius. Her small, dainty and pale hand resting softly in the palm of his as he escorted her gently into the room.

Her frilly dress waved enchantingly in the air, like a true princess being escorted into the ballroom. A feeling that was evident from her bright smile and the soft giggles she let out as she whispered softly to Julius.

"And you're sure this is safe?"

Seth muttered softly to Titus as he watched the young ghost be escorted in. It was the very first ghost he had actually seen, the one that had warned him of the Heart Eater all those moons ago.

The wisps still hung around the castle, and seemed to invite more as their numbers only increased. But Seth hadn't seen this particular one in a while. He had always wondered if she had 'moved on', if that was even possible. Of course, he had also wondered if he had devoured her when a whole host of wisps possessed his puppets during his battle with the Heart Eater.

It was a small weight off of his conscience to see that she was safe and sound, relatively speaking.

"Yes, perfectly safe. You yourself said that I was due to your connection to the puppets. The most that will happen is the destruction of the host material. We've tested with lesser souls and they gave similar results."

Seth nodded softly. It was odd that in his personal time with his boys, time that he had given them to socialise and properly get to know them, that they had chosen to do yet more experiments with him.

But that was simply their one track minds. These were, after all, his boys that worked in their free time. Although, maybe next time he'd have to drag them outside to touch grass, like his sister used to do with him in his youth when he spent too much time playing games.

Dragging your kids outside, it seemed, was a true tradition. There was however, one he didn't have to do that with.

"PAPAAAA!!!!"