Collection: Serpens
THE CURSE OF THE AMBER EYES
But sadly, not all Hu-Men were destined to be pure of heart and noble in spirit.
Over time, a darkness began to stir within the species. A subtle fracture emerged, one that would eventually divide the Hu-Men forever. Yet this division did not begin with war, nor with violence.
It began with a gaze—
a gaze the colour of molten lava, burning bright like the core of a living star.
The moment when the destiny of the Hu-Men species changed forever can be traced back nearly twelve billion years, to the arrival of those who would later be known as the Ambers: a rare and mysterious group of Hu-Men, born with eyes of radiant amber, their irises glowing with an inner fire, as if lit from within by a spark of volcanic flame. They emerged not in one place, but across many of the Vita Planets scattered throughout the Tzion Universe.
Their birth was rare, yet never ordinary.
And so, the question echoed through the centuries:
Where did those brilliant, mesmerising amber eyes come from?
For ages, the sages of the Hu-Men debated the answer. Some held that it was a mutation—a natural side effect of a cosmic species that had come dangerously close to divine perfection. Others feared it was a scar—a metaphysical wound left behind by the fall of an older, forgotten race... or perhaps a hidden flaw, buried deep within the Great Architect’s original design.
Yet the oldest accounts—those carved into the crystalline monoliths beneath the first Temples of Eden—spoke of something far older, something far more enigmatic.
Something beyond knowledge.
Something no Hu-Man, no matter how enlightened, could ever truly comprehend.
The truth was this: no one knew.
And the mystery of the amber eyes would remain unsolved—its answer buried in time, hidden in silence—
for tens of thousands of years to come.
THE SEED
But the most astonishing thing of all was that, at that time, not even the Great Architect Himself could foresee the hidden truth behind the amber gaze. Goddark had not the faintest idea how his creations had been born with such a brilliance in their eyes, as radiant as a gem known later as Solarite—a precious stone shimmering with the fiery hues of a living sun.
Those golden eyes, burning like volcanic fire beneath the moonlight, were not merely a strange mutation…
They were a signal. A warning. A doorway.
What no one could yet comprehend was that the light behind those eyes did not emanate from the eyes themselves,
but from deep within the brain—
from the very heart of the Sapiens soul.
More precisely, it came from a singular, hidden structure nestled at the center of the grey matter:
the pineal gland.
No larger than a grain of rice, this tiny organ existed within all Sapiens beings. Biologically, it regulated cycles of sleep and wakefulness, responded to light and shadow, and secreted subtle hormones that connected the body to the rhythms of the Cosmos. But spiritually, it served a far greater purpose.
It was the bridge.
The sacred point of union between flesh and soul.
The altar upon which the divine spark anchored itself to the material form.
It was here—within this most sacred of places—that the true corruption began.
For those born with the amber eyes, their pineal glands did not shimmer with the quiet blue-silver light of the Alpha Hu-Men, but blazed with an unnatural amber fire. This fire, ancient and unholy, had not been placed there by chance, nor by evolution, nor even by accident.
It had been planted.
They were the cursed ones.
The bearers of The Seed—as it was called by the dark being who had conceived it.
A mutation, yes—but one by design.
Her architect was not the Great Architect of Tzion, but His shadowed mirror—
Satan, the supreme goddess of the Sumaya species.
A race of formless, howling spirits—beings of pure consciousness, cursed to drift across the great Cosmos without bodies, without rest, without a home in the material Universes. They were eternal, but exiled. Alive, but unmanifest. That was the price of their creation… and the torment of their existence.
But Satan, the twisted genius behind their design, had conceived a vile and cunning plan.
He would infiltrate the material realm not by brute force, but by seed.
Not by summoning his army into existence, but by preparing hosts for them—vessels of flesh seeded with his essence.
And to do so, he needed only to find a crack in the Architect’s design… a place small enough to be overlooked, yet central enough to infect the soul itself.
He found it in the pineal gland.
Through a dark invocation, spoken in forgotten frequencies that echoed through the subatomic spaces of creation, Satan corrupted this holy gland in a handful of unsuspecting Hu-Men across the stars of Tzion. The mutation spread quietly, undetected, masked as beauty, intelligence, charisma… and that hypnotic amber gaze.
No one suspected.
No one saw.
Not even the divine watchers.
But from that moment, the war had already begun.
For within those glowing eyes burned not the light of destiny…
But the first spark of invasion.
THE BREACH IN THE SANCTUARY OF THE SOUL
“The soul is the throne... and I have come for the crown.”
Satan could not create life.
Hee was an architect—but a sterile one. Cursed since the dawn of his existence, he had never known the sacred breath of creation. He could twist, corrupt, deform, manipulate... but never create. She could turn a gentle creature into a monstrous beast, could shatter the harmony of the natural order, but he could not breathe life into dust. That divine spark had been denied to her.
And for this, she burned with endless rage.
Condemned to wander the eternal dark with her creation—the Sumaya, bodiless spirits of chaos and hunger—Satan brooded in silence, consumed by the weight of his curse. She was not just defiant.
She was vengeful.
While the Great Architects, such as Goddark, sculpted civilisations from star-matter and seeded galaxies with life, Satan plotted from the void. If she could not create life… she would steal it. If he could not sculpt a soul… she would seize the throne of another.
But she did not act with fire or fury.
She watched. She listened. She studied.
And eventually, she discovered the hidden secret within the Hu-Men’s divine design:
the pineal gland.
A luminous treasure, nestled at the exact centre of the Sapiens brain—what the Hu-Men called the Third Eye, and what the Kwasars revered as the Soul-Bridge. It was no mere biological structure. It was the sanctuary of the soul—the sacred threshold where thought and spirit converged, where the mortal will attuned itself to the breath of Goddark, the great Creator of all Sapiens.
In the genuine Alpha Hu-Men, the pineal gland pulsed with crystalline balance—steady, radiant, and pure. But within the mutated pineal gland of the amber-eyed, Satan implemented something else:
interference.
The Amber Stain, though dormant in many, had subtly altered the gland’s resonance. It was no longer tuned solely to the divine frequency of the Architect—it shimmered with a second vibration, one that pulsed just on the edge of chaos, whispering of hunger and shadow.
And Satan—master of inversion, corrupter of essence—saw opportunity.
If she could disrupt the soul’s connection to the body…
If she could fracture the Soul-Bridge…
Then she could sever the individual from the divine harmony of the Architect.
And a Hu-Man without a soul would not perish.
No.
It would become a vessel.
Empty. Hollow. Yet powerful.
A throne, waiting to be claimed.
"The pineal gland is the throne," she whispered into the void,
"and I have come to sit upon it."
To carry out her plan, Satan reached into the sacred order of the Vita planets and violated it for the first time.
Although she had already corrupted other Universes within the Cosmos, this was the first time she defiled the universe of Tzion.
As explained earlier, she could not create life from nothing—her curse forbade it—but she could alter life that already existed.
Among all the creatures of Tzion, she found her perfect vessel in the reptiles, especially those that slithered upon the earth: the serpents.
Satan was a goddess with the appearance of a Sapiens—an entity of great beauty and even greater wickedness.
Few gods across the Cosmos shared such a form, and for this reason, Satan harbored a deep obsession with the Sapiens created by Goddark.
Envy and fury gnawed at her soul, for she had longed to be the first to shape beings of such splendor.
Yet her curse had condemned her, and thus she burned with hatred toward what she could never create.
Thus, her purpose became clear: to usurp and corrupt Goddark’s creation.
The creatures under her influence were transformed into humanoid horrours,
capable of projecting mirages that imitated the appearance of the Hu-Men.
Though their true forms were those of reptilian humanoids—tall and scaled—their outward image shimmered like a living hologram, designed to deceive.
Infused with entropy and carved with infernal intent, the Serpens were born—
a corrupted species, forged from the bodies of serpents and twisted by the abyss.
Beings tall, covered in scales, with serpent heads, forked tongues, cold golden eyes, and minds sharpened for betrayal.
The Serpens became her hands.
Her whispers.
Her subtle knives in the Edenic dark.
They were not mere monsters. They were charming. Persuasive. Capable of infecting the thoughts of others with venomous ideas. They crept into temples, posed as sages, and offered “truths” too seductive to resist. And while the Alpha Hu-Men meditated in harmony, the Serpens planted seeds of doubt, ambition, and rebellion.
The Serpens were next step of her invasion.
Not through armies.
Not through fire.
But through the persuasive plan of the Serpens.
And thus, the war for the Cosmos began not with a sword, but with a whisper.
A fracture.
A gaze.
The Amber-eyed were no longer just different.
They were the doorway.
And the Serpens were already walking through.
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🐍 The Serpens Faction – The Forked Tongues of Avernus 🐍
The Serpens are more than deceivers—they are the slithering architects of collapse, the forked tongues of Avernus, and the ancient venom that courses through the veins of fallen civilisations.
Born not of nature but of blasphemy and dark intention, the Serpens were forged by Satan herself, the Architect of Avernus. They are his most faithful spawn—unholy agents devoted to the corrosion of order and the conquest of spirit. Their loyalty lies not in nation or tribe, but in the eternal agenda of corruption, deception, and spiritual enslavement.
Where others build, the Serpens unravel.
Where others unite, they divide.
Where others see truth, they weave illusion.
They slither through the annals of history, sowing doubt and discord, watching from the shadows as empires rot from within. Their power ismeasured in armies andin whispers—strategic lies wrapped in irresistible promises.
💀 They are not relics of the past. They are living conspiracies—evolved to thrive in the age of illusion, masters of masks and manipulators of mind and flesh alike.
Infiltrators Among the Innocent
Though they strike from the shadows, many Serpens walk undetected among the peoples of the Vita worlds. They pose as advisors, lovers, prophets, and kings. They infiltrate bloodlines, councils, and temples. They poison values, distort truths, and break the backbone of resistance long before any war begins.
Their promises are sweet.
Their words are venom.
Their presence is the silence before betrayal—and the laughter after it.
⚡ Step into the realm of deception, decay, and unholy design with the Serpens Faction – the Forked Tongues of Avernus. Where fire is consumed… and only shadows remain.
It is an age of lies.
An age of downfall.
The Age of Serpens.