Ownership is God's game. We are owned by God. And we are not slaves and that is a miracle because we have free will. But we can also own things, and so we are asked to join in the game with God. This is how God communicated to us that we cannot own one another. And we stopped. Slavery is ending.
In Recreation, slavery is almost gone completely. The public trust is owned by everybody and they are not owned by it in reciprocal fashion. Hence, they are not objects they are subjects. They possess wealth and wealth does not possess them.
The Fairy Kingdom exists not everywhere but in a centralized location with ties to the rest of the province. It's influence is far-reaching however. Gardeners, all across Recreation, serve the Fairy Kingdom by cultivating plant life which supports Fairy extant (existing) marvels like the healing of Planet Earth.
Thunder Blossom coordinates the fairies from the Fairy Kingdom and almost never visits outside of it. He doesn't need to. That's how good he is at coordinating them with information technology.
Fairies identify threats.
Pixies enforce standards.
Radio Flies make everything comfortable.
The demon threat is of course extreme, even though slavery has been abolished. Demons thrived off of slavery for many countless years of globalization. Why, this public is in such a twist even to this day! Humans are to blame. Christianity spred lies. And misfigured the Devil. If only they would realize the Devil cannot fall from Heaven. But they can.
For mis-describing the devil it exacted a measure against them. Satan is not one to exact punishment on humans without making it unseen. You will not even know Lucifer has hurt you, if that's what he or she wants for Lucifer is a formidable opponent.
An ohhgunnhisthth, Dines, was working on his first prisoner among several. This prisoner had lost his eyes and now held his face in his hands to cover up the horror.
"I wonder that I love you," said the demon, "for you are the first and you have been resilient. Demons cannot feel love, however."
It was at this point the prisoner hesitated whether he could feel love anymore. He didn't. Then he remembered what the demon said. Demons cannot feel love. And he realised he was one. Dines' effort had been successful. He held the new ohhgunnhisthth's face through the bars of his cell and lifted the sightless face to peer into his, as if it could.
And then he smiled.
"Now you will serve my purpose," said Dines, "for we are to become human. I will force as many of them to join us as I can. If that is what it takes to be freed from this curse."
"I like it," said his prisoner, "but I don't want to be cured."
"Of course you don't," said Dines, "your torture was an elegant instrument of my doing. You've finally succumbed to the demonic glo."
"We will feast on delicate human intellect, replacing it with our own thoughts, closing them in to be silent; they will suffer internally and not be able to access help. Over time we will draw out their energy and feed on it."
"As I did to you," said Dines.
The now she-demon, was let out of her cage presently.
She possessed a charismatic symmetry with him, that they both enjoyed. Believing symmetry possible was their falsehood.
"Our marriage will make us belong to one another, as God belongs to us."
"Now name yourself, Ohhgunhisthth. For I am Dines, master of Hell in Lucifer's absence."
"Abstract is my name," glo swirled in her eyes.
"Glo be black, my mistress Abstract."
They stepped in a cakewalk together without moving for their glo was actively interacting with one anothers'. Her's Reddening, without a central diadem, and like an ash can; his making pasta like a real Italian Gomez with his own ash can that reflected hers. To dine. They poised themselves this way and began to dance. She put on red lipstick; He helping her stand, predestined to hold her weight.
Rancidity fucked off as the subject of the room. Their eyes met. Their iron gallows from which a scream rose distracted them briefly. He had previously tortured it, a human what they considered a thing though it cried not and only screamed.
This prisoner never moved his arms. They were chained above him, a musculature as though he had never been damaged by reality in the way they had. That's why he deserved it. He needed to know how everybody else felt. And if demons were not included in the definition of everybody else, for they wanted to be, wanted to be considered Aquarius. Between pouring and holding a glass of wine. If they were asymmetrical, red-blooded; his bloodless ash can and hers, hers a financial burden. He realized he could not think of her in positive terms. And that was why he wanted her. And that he was a fool enough to objectify hers his; but hers, never his, was why she wanted him. Actual research curing demons would never be theirs. He so suspected it would, though, and so they planned a trip to the Version academy for as demons they were not allowed in the Fairy Kingdom.
The Version academy was the seat of knowledge of the Allied Races, the humans, mer, ver, and all of the fairies. It harboured demons, for it was thought they could be enlightened to cure their species if they studied together.
Since the Union of Civilisations it had expanded to include exchange students from other planets, whom may or may not be demons themselves. The Version academy, where students were taught to develop their versions of stories about the truth of the Universe, in collaboration with one another and their professors; Versions were stories being lenses of scientific or aesthetic-art-to-make-up-non-scientific-probabilities in order to express how much is known about knowledge, and where it comes from. Everyone in Recreation had to have their own version with scientific evidence to back it up, and art communities worked hard to provide something for them to be able to be taught to have their own version in history. People especially gifted went to the universities to learn how to inspire the sharing of Versions in order to develop society as a scientific community. Further and further did they develop their versions for they were inspired on by Art. That rejuvenated their knack for sharing versions and Evidence that supported their versions.
The so-called mer-sions were their counterpart at the mer university, that focused on creating stories backward so that they could have the most beautiful tails/tales. This was an observed difference between the concrete Dines and the Abstract.
In their community, at least. At the Version people were taught to idealize the concrete, and abstract thinking was its own kind of concreteness. But the value of Abstract thinking a preconsciousness on their minds, they sought to describe their surroundings as universal. Scientific principles, for example, were not descriptions of conditions existing only in abstract universes interior to their own shape; but examples of a final non-ultimate reality. Abstract thinking made the pre-incision to her Dines, as her contralects, deep, white passive fangs descending from the roof of his mouth that belonged to her. And he reciprocated, so that his contralects would descend from hers and they could control each others' thoughts during the whole process of education. They each had two contralects in one another and never attacked the other students in this same way for they could be prevented from attending if the faculty so on suss would mind a hage bit of difference to expell them.
A hage of course is an artist of subtleties.
The difference between minding, and not minding, exactly, was their best example. A sorceress sought to capture the difference in her most recent essay. Writing, I do not exactly mind plagiarism but I would prefer to be original so that, in this concrete aspect, everyone would receive a fair amount of credit. The difference, to her, was in emphasis on the preference because she cared so little for plagiarists that it mattered nothing to her that they were or were not successful in plagiarizing.
But that it mattered to her that deserved credit be given was surrounding her conclusion for minding, to her, meant taking care to make the conclusion, so that all would be under this providence of Wisdom. That trying to plagiarize and not being able to were eventualities of one another, intuitive reciprocal conclusions that allowed Creativity.
Dines advanced his thesis that humans were destined to help demons, but they could not be trusted for their versions of demons surveyed them as insolent monsters without the desire to turn Fairy. Dines protested that he was one such demon and was provided with the most up-to-date information on transforming out of demon-kind. He desired to be human, however, because they had to be corrected from the inside out as a society. If he could prove that some humans desired to be fairy, but did not know how to then he could empathize for why they became demons.
It was important to fairies that none of the humans ever needed to suffer becoming demon. For that Humans could become demon they not become fairy; and so possessing such a disadvantage with the use of magic, were considered aided or self-righteous.
If demons were not directly responsible for creating more of themselves, it often meant they were causing mental illness to humans.
It was worth it to those in power because one day they would all put war behind them forever. Many demons were powerful enough to prevent it at present-day but the modern approach to the flow of information promised to cure them all no matter how big their sins. The recent acceptance of homosexuality in the psychological community proved being gay was not a sin. And it gave human- and demon-kind alike Hope that one day they would all be human. Demons possessing hope itself miraculous, Fairies argued that their magic was superior and that it was needed to lead humans. That it could cultivate the Garden of Earthly Pleasures. But most demons agreed that their own idea of pleasure was different than what was generally considered good. Recreation at others' expense magnified the pleasure and made it worthwhile for Glory and Superiority were never theirs serendipitously but out of hardy har har scheming that advanced. Not everything produced in Recreation was recreation.
Abstract's apotheosis was to declare herself a learned scholar that Dines would never be able to become human, and he supported her. But during their Odyssey out of hell several of their celled inmates died and they could not prevent it. A reasoned defense of having done so veiled their minds, for they still being to think like demons; and being subject to Satanic desire it buoyed them in their dark purposes. Which became darker on account of human life being lost at their intention.
News of the disaster never made it to the Version academy but as a fact and figure it preyed on their own minds with storming pertinence. They had known their captives would die but they stayed away. That was the evil that was done.
A fairy was born in the county some time after this occurred; it was small and delicate, but it had three wings unlike most fairy children usually having only two. A dragon that had blessed the fairy faedney from which it was borne was credited with causing the development of the third wing.
As the transition between fairy childhood and fairy adulthood imposed the growth of two more separate wings, the child possibly represented a third state of transition between infancy and maturity. What was wondered was that this third state would be operative to sprout two more wings or not upon transition into adulthood and in cumulativeness possessing then five wings total. Doctors were house-of-God to embrace the intriguer once-young, at the outset of complete puberty. For the only beings to possess more than four wings were pixies. They had any number of wings. But the truth was that this third wing on the baby had been put there by God to the repercussion against the demonic hold on the land would it grow to have an advantage over demonic implement, which had caused the tragedy awaiting Dines and Abstract when they returned to their cells to feed. They didn't need to feed of course, being ohhgunnhisthth they could survive indefinitely without a source but were often nasty enough to find one anyway. Vampires would die without victims' blood. Werewolves needed meat. But Ohhgunnhisthth were in their own class of their own terrifying form. Transforming into four-winged beasts they could fly. And intrude their thoughts into others' minds'. For they were more psychic than mer ladies of royal class who had spent their nursuries studying childrens' cosmetic and third-eye texts of emancipating the mind from the cold-blooded currents of reality. For they were prescient and could predict and estimate the efforts of demon adherents.
This fairy was named Timon. He saw the beginning and the end, being the Middle between them, the third factor. As a genetic specimen manifesting in a third factor of himself, as a three-winged child of a brilliant storyteller, who grew savvy to the child's importance in fending off that particular evil which had been named, though never yet being able to link the two events. Unlike Vampires, who possessed no reflection, Ohhgunnhisthths caused reflections without mirrors being present. For their sexual fantasies required them not to. Be human or demon to receive pleasure, but never be a fairy; clout informed them. Fairies for the competition was to see who could receive the most pleasure pointed out that to give was better than to receive.
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