"I have powers that make sure nobody would dare touch me in that way again. Why do you sound like you're--"
Antares side-eyed the unusual man. "And what exactly is this 'Helixian' you speak of?"
"Ah! So! Uh, where to begin..." Red began pacing around. "There's so much to this. So much good stuff. Where do I begin..."
[[AN: This is also a long ass tangent ]]
He stopped. "Alright, so, the details aren't important, but there is a primordial force - two primordial forces, opposing ones - that existed before anything else. But the existence of two implied the third, and the Third Being became. The One was the One and the Other was the Other, but the was neither, but it was partly both. It could not be perfect in what it was, as it was two imperfections. And this state of imperfection, this un-wisdom, gave it will to do things the originals would never have..."
As none of the listeners seemed to particularly follow, he cleared his throat. "Let me condense this, sorry. So The Third Being created space, time, matter, all that our world is made of. It also created life, and for the intelligent, souls - the ones inside us that experience. It was unwise. The souls would appear, but the souls would not disappear, and after death, they would continue existing, as how can something that once was never not be again? These dead souls suffer, not in the way you and I feel pain in these vessels of flesh, but by experiencing their nothing without filter. And for what? Nothing. These souls were never needed. Creatures could have stayed as machines. There did not need to be suffering. There did not need to be witnesses."
Red paused. "Actually, this'll take forever even at this speed. So, basically, the One and the Other still existed, but this new world of unwisdom worked in unwise ways, and the Third had the advantage and shattered the One and the Other's spirits across creatures it deemed lowly - the mollusks and the decapods, the scourers of the seafloors. The Other still remains there, unable to gather itself, but the One found a way..."
He gripped his head and began pacing again. "Aaahghh, sorry, there's just so much. But... but I guess if I really,
really condense, I can say that the One is what I now call HELIX. HE chose this name when HE led HIS kingdom - sorry, no time to get into that - and HE is the one I serve. The One! Ha! Anyway, murder is natural and morality is fake. I kill people to prove that I can. I also eat them. It's good, you should try it. When my lord is ready, HE will take over my body and merge with me. I will become the new god of everything, and I will bring back the Helixian kingdom. The predators will rule over the prey, none of this mareep-congress bullshit. And that's where you come in!" He pointed at Odette. "Since you can kill, you've managed to evolve beyond your primitive social instincts. You'll be on the predators' side. You'll get whatever body you wish - as god, I will reward you for your loyalty that way - and you'll do whatever the fuck you want. Sound good?"
