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Your neighbor invites you over for some [herb][water] and the two of you are [playing video games][reading passages from Heinlien books to quote at your next speech for the Libertarian party meeting]. When he mentions to you in passing "...Oh by the way i'm building a small army of robots in my basement would you like to see them?" So the two of you go down the winding steps into the creaky old basement. You walk beyond some cobwebs where a frosted cracked old light-bulb glows hotly through suspended dust. It cuts a white globe into the artificially yellow atmosphere that falls on what appears to be some equipment covered by heavy tarps. He

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by shirousa (https://www.deviantart.com/shirousa) & RiONX (https://www.deviantart.com/rionx) aka ~the-sons-of-God (https://www.deviantart.com/the-sons-of-god) Every skerpent is born with a curse, the curse of Repafos.  They have an innate urge to “bite the hand that feeds them” as it were.  When, Repafos turned on his true master in order to follow his destiny, he doomed all of his children to face that very same conflict.  Æons after Repafos became the tree of knowledge, one of his descendants was bourne unto this world. One, who would change the destiny of mankind forever.  His name was Lucifer: the Fall of Man. Lucifer was the most elite of all the angels, even above all the archangels, seraphim, cherubim, and just about any