We tore open the skies looking for God and the skies bled. We justified pillaging Heaven, but didn't consider we might be breaching Hell. And so what came spilling forth was not the Divine, but the Adversary. The armies of the Morning Star. Demons.
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And so we fled into the void, aboard Arks of our own making, cleaving the stars as we went. And for generations we battled the Demons on the move, their tactics of infiltrating our communities and tempting our weaknesses met our righteous armaments and rapturous brutality. And for centuries, these were our realities: treacherous, bloody and unsustainable.
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But as supplies, populations and appetite for the crusade waned, an accord was struck - uncomfortable, but resilient. Today we work alongside each other, adrift in a corner of the galaxy neither of our peoples were meant to see. But here we are. And we are surviving. And building. And in this cooperation, we might finally find the Divine.
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We are The Exegetes, disentangling the difficulties of Tellur-Inferna understanding. Articulating and celebrating the irreconcilable asymmetry between The Anthropos and The Chthonic. When humans and demons first collided both peoples were faced with meeting the truly Other, and in that meeting had a choice - to fundamentally change their respective understanding of what a person might be… or to destroy the incongruent.
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And after centuries of the latter, groups began to come together and push for the former. As real conversations between our people finally began a need was identified: a need for mediators who could facilitate understanding between self and other. A third position where justice could begin.
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This is the legacy we continue today.