The First Breath
Thirteen thousand years ago, the breath of life was breathed into the dust of the earth, and man came into being. Man was all alone in the world having only the animals for company, and yet no helper could be found to suit him. So the One who breathes the breath of life took the rib of the man and created woman. “Finally, bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh!”
And so man knew woman, and they multiplied across the face of the earth. Yet their joy was limited, for, although they had been created in a paradise, they had disobeyed the One who breathes the breath of life, and so they were cast out into the harsh world, slaves to their own nature.
The One who breathes the breath of life had brought forth all things, and all things sang together for His glory, save when wickedness took control. The One who breathes the breath of life had many soldiers, messengers of great power, with wings and flaming swords. But not all His soldiers desired to be relegated to the chorus of glory. Jealous of the glory, they rose up, and just as quickly were struck down, slaves to their own evil desires. Yet the soldiers still had great power in the face of the universe.
Cast out of the realm of the One who breathes the breath of life, the fallen soldiers sought ways to grow their own glory. And so they entered the minds and bodies of men and women, and they married and had children– powerful children who were great in all the earth.
The children would be the Neodox, which means New Glory (as their fathers hoped for), exemplary among men. While men were crafty and ingenious, the Neodox had the power of their celestial parentage to guide them and soon the Neodox were among the most powerful and advanced across the face of the earth.