For those in coordination with the modalities of war and worship, who follow the fire and study incineration, it is not alarming at all that the Gods have begun to appear at their own places of worship.

They step off their gilded thrones; descending on billowy, sheep-skin clouds. They lowered themselves, ensconced in light, amongst blare and horn, and forlorn shrills and toots and booms. When they hid themselves in the blaring, repudiating their light for ours.