The Mentor
"The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on: not all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a World of it."
Omar Khayyám
(The Moving Finger Writes poem, The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, quatrains 71, Eleventh Century CE)
The Mentor arrives in The Astral Realm. He assumes the form of a middle aged man, his bright yellow eyes looking up at the expanse of the ancient temple of bloodlust housed in power. He stands before an enormous colosseum. The Arena. He's come to visit The Editor, who runs The Arena' scheduling and oversees its combat. Many from far and wide come to visit this palace of violence, a massive circular structure made of white stone arranged in sacred geometric shapes carved into towering stabilizing pillars. The top of the building is open with a canvas ceiling to keep the spectators cool and shaded from the bright light of a star. The Mentor passes many people bustling in and out. His short black, wavy hair moves from the slight breeze, his bangs swaying across his brows, sticking a little to his youthful brown skin. His almond shaped eyes exuding steely determination for accomplishing an important lesson for his Pupil.
He passes some people who must have recently concluded a meeting with The Editor. The natural light shines through the large open arches from the right with torches aligning the walls from the left. The Mentor wears a long grey robe wrapped around a lean body. The stardust sparkles in a milky ring of starlight swirling upon the delicate robe, twinkling in the light with each step down a curved hallway of stone. The sounds of his steps reverberate from the hard ground, conveying a humble confidence born of purpose. The white sash sways with each movement, his loose black pants peeking through the front of his long robe. He looks sharp, his bright eyes scanning the scene and locking in on the doors to The Editor's place of business. He pauses at the large and wide black wooden doors and gently knocks. A rough but booming voice speaks invitingly to the visitor from the other side. He speaks in The Mentor's spoken language.
"Is that my brother who's come to grace me with his presence after being absent for time I can not count?" The Editor jests.
He recognizes The Mentor's energy and needs no introduction to invite him in. The Mentor notices his friend has been practicing his language, but he wonders if The Editor is proficient. The Mentor enters the large office with a friendly, gentle smile. He sees a large, dark human man through the light blue haze standing at the other side of the room. He wears a loose cream color shirt open at the front, with black leather trousers held up with a couple of belts and black boots. His black leather jacket lays over his large chair at his desk. His long dreads are interwoven with gold metal and wrap around the ends of his coarse black hair. His white grin peeks through his black beard decorated with some beads made of precious jewels. The Editor exhales his blue smoke and sets his cigar and the documents in his hand down, and goes to give his old friend the usual "brothers in arms" hug he only gives to his close friends. His large powerful arms wrap around The Mentor in a bear-like embrace. His tight grip would suffocate any normal human. The Mentor can only stand there and allow his friend to cross his boundaries of friendly affection.
"I thought you'd forgotten about me." He pulls away and gestures to his friend to make himself comfortable.
The Mentor returns the warm smile. "I would never forget a fearless friend not afraid to break a few rules."
The Editor's laugh vibrates through his broad chest, bringing a sense of joy in the air that makes anyone in his company smile broadly from his infectious jovial energy. The Editor welcomes him to sit while he goes to grab his cigar from his heavy set mahogany desk graced with carvings of the names of the great champions who earned their place. Laying on his desk are documents of scrolls, accounting books, and the lineup of the day's warriors participating in the pit. Hanging on the wall is a broken shield with dried blood at the edge of broken metal. Next to it is a broad sword, well kept and still sharp, along with many other varieties of weapons adorning the wall, a few broken and speckled with dried blood from past battles. Behind the desk is a giant painting hanging above the bookcase, portraying nightmarish creatures slain by equally fearsome warriors. Gracing the walls are other paintings of honored great warriors and grand battles long forgotten.
The Editor earned the title as The Alchemist and trades with many who have goods worth bartering for. Aligning the walls is a giant bookcase filled with books. Some shelves have items used for alchemy, including several differently sized bottles containing unknown gas elements or liquid and solid materials. Most of them glow and dance with their precious contents. There is a plate of partially eaten bread with a variety of cheeses, meats, and fruit with a large horn of beer held upright by a metal hand object. Along the top of his desk are a few weapons, and next to these is a pouch of dried plants he favorably smokes. In the middle shelf of the bookcases are some other small pouches, a chest, glass bottles of spirits and drinking glasses. A few small statues and busts of sculptures, helmets, daggers and other short weapons give the bookcase a magisterial air. The Editor quickly arranges the documents of business on his desk and grabs a bottle of a foreign spirit. The Mentor sits down on a large, well worn seat, followed by The Editor who brings two short glasses to serve his guest. The Editor sits down opposite him and pours a glass for his friend, but The Mentor raises his hand to decline.
This surprises the Editor. "Are we taking the path of sobriety, now?"
"I have no need of it."
The Editor nods silently, understanding his friend's reasons for not joining him in drink. He sits down from across The Mentor, his hazel brown eyes smiling. The Editor keeps the glass that was meant for his friend and finishes it, then pours himself another serving.
"Knowing you, you must be here for pleasure, perhaps a fighting match against the most powerful opponent on my list." His eyes light up with hope. "Oryou're here to bring me a gift of a new element to add to my collection?" hinting at the past where The Mentor lost a bet.
The Mentor shakes his head. "No, not this time. I'm here for a lesson. I mean to have my Pupil participate in The Arena."
The Editor puffs away on his cigar made of dried leaves and flowers he wrapped together earlier that day.
"Oh~ a Pupil I see. That's right, I forgot you're a Mentor now. I heard this from our Champion waaay back when you disappeared suddenly.How are you liking your new titleafter being demoted?"The Editor grins.
"I enjoy it very much. It is by far better than my last "employment". I'm very happy with the change of scenery."
The Editor inhales deeply from his cigar, smirking. "I can see that." He exhales the blue smoke, watching it curl into a haze. "You have changed since the last time I saw you. Less… dark and moody than before." He grins with the cigar between his lips.
He gently smiles, "I suppose you're right. I must thank my Pupil for that. They are the reason I left. And why I am here."
"Oho~," a swirl of smoke passes his lips and lingers between them. "Is that so? Well now I must meet this Pupil of yours." He returns the cigar at the corner of his mouth and puffs. "They must be very special to be able to change your ways. Is that the reason for those lines at the sides of your mouth?" he teases, despite the absence of lines. "I've never seen you smile this much unless it's when killing someone you've absorbed into your body."
The Mentor senses his friend's curiosity about what his Pupil must be like to be able to change The Mentor to such an unrecognizable degree. This elates The Mentor. The Editor reminisces of the adventures in his youth when battling alongside The Mentor. And the times he has fought against him.
"I have a feeling you will become close friends. Probably more close to my Pupil than me."
The Editor laughs so loud he has to hold his cigar. The Editor knows he's right about his friend and so does The Mentor. For the former Being of No Light is never wrong.
He wags a big finger at The Mentor. "You are most likely right." He takes another puff of his cigar. "I look forward to meeting your Pupil."
He sighs, remembering the time he was a student under The Mentor's tutelage back when he was a Lightless Being. Learning the secret Truths, the Knowledge of alchemy he'd never dreamed of.
"I remember being your pupil once." He returns his cigar to his lips and inhales. "…Damn do you make your lessons hard. I thought I was gonna die. I bet your Pupil does not like the way you teach." He chuckles under his breath, taking another puff.
The Mentor is amused by his former pupil's opinions and doesn't care. His pedagogical methods never failed. The Mentor's shimmering eyes show mischievous innocence in his solemn expression.
"It made you a great alchemist did it not?"
The Editor's chest erupts in laughter, not able to maintain his concerned demeanor for his friend's Pupil. "Fuck off!" he chides.
The Mentor smiles. It was nice to see his old friend in good spirits. It makes him glad to see The Editor has changed, too. In a similar way as his journey through dark times.
"So you said you have a lesson for your Pupil. Honestly, I'm not surprised but I grieve for your Student." The corners of The Mentor's lips curl as he waits for his friend to figure out what he wants.
"Who is it you would like your Pupil to fight aga— wait, why am I asking you when I know the answer already. You want your Pupil to face the strongest Champion here? Are you insane!?"
The Mentor merely gazes silently at The Editor, who reciprocates with a concerned stare, thinking his friend to be crazy. The Editor knows this would get his Pupil killed. He tries to persuade The Mentor not to follow through. He returns his cigar to his lips and puffs.
"…You …Do know that going against our Champion will surely get your Pupilkilled. I understand your very… unique way of teaching and it has made me a stronger man and a great alchemist,but this is going a little too far don't you think?"
The Mentor doesn't answer. The Editor winces at the thought of the Pupil being demolished by one of his seasoned warriors. The Mentor, on the other hand, is thinking about what to share with his friend. The One Between's ability to Possess is kept a secret from Others not of The Mentor's species. He knows this Knowledge wouldn't scare his friend but would most likely elicit curiosity due to his Nature. But then again he could always erase the memory of this Knowledge from his friend's consciousness. The Mentor has already planned to do this with all the spectators in the crowd who might witness The One Between Possessing its opponent if They should fail to defeat The Champion of The Arena. Whether The Editor likes it or not, The Mentor has every Intention to push his Pupil into doing this. Tough love through hardship can work when done right. He's already got the authorization from their Group to proceed with anything that is necessary for The One Between's missions, especially when it comes to Their Pact. The Faction of Light trusts The Mentor's judgment.
"No need to be concerned about my Pupil being killed in the pit. They are kin," reassuring his friend that They are immortal like The Mentor.
"I see. Then forget what I said. I'm certain your Student must be Powerful since it's of your kin. Well, not Powerful enough, if you have been brought here. It is now clear why you wish to have The Champion as the opponent. I believe you already know who that is."
"Yes."
Once The Mentor is done making arrangements here, he will seek The Champion. The Mentor knows The Champion will be the perfect opponent, whom he will force to participate if he refuses. The Editor sighs as he rubs the back of his neck to relieve the tension he knows he'll still have until the day of the lesson.
"Alright… whatever you say I'll go along with. I'll—"
"Leave The Champion to me." The Mentor's cold stare gave his friend pause.
"…Then all the better for me."
The Mentor rises from his seat. "Before I go, I wanted to ask…" The Editor puts his drink down. "Who taught you to speak my language well enough to make you a little understandable?"
The Editor howls, "When you went and disappeared I taught myself. Bloody hard."
"That explains your mispronunciation and how you lack to clearly express your meaning through your consciousness." The Mentor projects his energy to let his friend know that he can hardly understand him when he speaks his language.
"Fuuck yoou. Maybe if you visited me more you could help me out! You are the Mentor." He takes a drink of his spirit.
The Mentor smirks at his friend's expectations of him. "Not anymore with you." The Mentor walks towards the door. "I wish you a joyous victory and wealth, brother. I'll see you again soon."
"I'll keep you to your word or I'll hunt you down if you disappear on me again! You still owe me for that bet."
"Then enjoy the hunt if the day should ever come."
"Hey, a bet is a bet no matter how long ago it was! You're s'pose to bring me that element I've been waiting for eons!"
"You'll get your precious element soon."
He takes a long puff of his cigar. "…You said that the last time!"
The Editor knows The Mentor is good on his word but he still likes to harass his friend whenever he's around, especially if it's about a rare element. He raises his glass to his friend's receding back, finishing his drink to honor him. The Editor puffs again on his cigar watching The Mentor disappear and teleport to his next destination.
~~~~~
The Mentor arrives at The Line, now appearing in his usual form as a Being of Light. His large hollow horns display his past with intricate carvings, a reminder of his origin. His long, flowing dark hair is mostly tied back neatly but with some resting at the sides of his face. The light from The Line causes his hair to shimmer into a deep blue and violet. He descends, his bare feet quietly touching the void of white space. He creates a private dimension between himself and his Sibling that merges their worlds for a brief moment. No spies can access this space and no one can interfere with the plans he has with his Sibling. The Mentor glides towards the edge where the Darkness swirls and flows like a dark mist, billowing at his feet. His long, white robe, bright with light, deters the dark shadows slithering towards him. He summons his Sibling that he has not seen since a time that he does not wish to remember. A demonic chuckle reverberates around him. The Mentor senses the familiar energy-print. The dark energy stabbing The Mentor's Light with a sharp Pain of greeting. From the frantic swirling of ash and Shadow, a Being of No Light walks out. Its massive body of dark matter and dark energy is covered by ash, his misshapen black horns, broken. He sneers at The Mentor. The last time The Informant has seen The Mentor was when he regained his Light.
"After all this time," he growls. "You summon me now after the nasty spat with our Brother?" referring to The Lord of No Light.
The Mentor's eyes dare him to test his nerves. The Sibling doesn't want to be dragged into this sibling drama, but he is curious about what his Lightchasing Brother wants. He knows The Mentor must be desperate to come to him, ranked just below The Commander of War in the Realm of No Light.
"...What do you want?" He glares at The Mentor, grinning. "It must be something sinister, since you're going out of your way to see me… in secret."
The Mentor can sense the amusement his Sibling derives from the drama, but he is uninterested in what his Sibling thinks. The Mentor doesn't betray any emotion, not even through his glowing gold starlit eyes. To the Sibling's surprise, he can still feel The Mentor's Power grow like a wave, radiating intensely through his body, the positive energy burning and igniting like fire. Feeling the Lightchaser's Power makes him nauseous. Suddenly intimidated, he hisses, reminded of The Mentor's temper, and senses he is holding back. The Sibling knows better than to piss off The Mentor after what happened between him and his Lord.
"...Why have you summoned me?" His glowing red eyes glare at The Mentor.
"How would you like to spar against The One Between?"
"You think me a fool? Why choose me out of the rest of our Brethren?What do you gain from this?"
"A lesson taught. I'm sure you already know about The Pact."
The Informant's eyes shine in delight. "Of course. The news has spread like wildfire among the Faction. Everyone is looking forward to welcoming our precious little Light back into our home." He growls into a chuckle, his jagged teeth creeping out between his blackened lips into a grin.
"A little Light to guide us in the Darkness. It makes my body tingle with warmth at the very thought of this family reunion."
He watches The Mentor's expression briefly lose its mask of calm indifference. "…I have a few favors to ask." The Sibling feels the chill in his Brother's words.
The Informant scoffs at the prospect, his laugh bellowing from his expansive chest. "You are in no position to be asking favors… Lightchaser. Why should I help you… or your Pupil? What would I get out of this in return?"
"Equivalent exchange. What I want from you is that you spar against my Pupil whenever I summon you. I know you're the lead Informant for The Commander of War, and the second strongest to him. It is why I chose you to fight against The One Between. With the condition that you will keep this a secret from everyone, especially The Lord of No Light and The Commander of War. You're good at hiding secrets.They will not know anything about our arrangement even after this deal has ended. You will not leak any information or Knowledge regarding The One Between and I.In exchange, I'll owe you what is equal to this favor. We will continue this contract until I say the Pact has ended."
The Informant laughs again. "You really think I'm stupid? You would have me break our tenets for favors. You more than anyone would know thepunishment." He snarls.
"Like the one I've kept secret for you from your Lord? …Shame that you care about breaking the tenets now. Maybe I should visit The Nightmare King again and cause another Sibling fight among The Faction."The Mentor smirks haughtily."I know I'll enjoy the punishment from where I stand."
The Mentor shares his meaning about the Lightless Siblings and how, if The Lord of No Light should ever know the Truth, The Informant would be banished and Othered. But not before they torture and rip him apart and submit him to the tender mercies of Kitty. As a coup de grace, the Lightless Faction would then go after The Mentor while The Mentor would indifferently look on. The Informant's eyes widen angrily at this threat of blackmail and of being reminded that he is indebted to him still.
Growling, The Informant retorts, "Getting that Light hasn't ridden you of insanity it would seem."
His Sibling's jab at his patience does not sway The Mentor. "My willingness to exchange favors for you is in point of fact most generous. Be grateful that I'm not here to collect the debt." Calmly, he extends his hand through the barrier. "...I'm sure you have skeletons in the Darkness you'd like me to rid you of."His shimmering starlit eyes burns a familiar deep crimson red.
The Informant senses that he is serious and can feel The Mentor's suffocating energy overtake him. Causing Fear to bubble up inside The Informant. His energy threatens The Informant to the core, signified by a migraine that electrifies his Sibling's Consciousness. He knows better than to deny The Mentor what he wants, frustratingly reminded that his Lightchasing Brother always gets what he wants.
"...Is it a deal?" He offers a Pact with his Sibling.
The Informant doesn't dare show hesitation despite discontent evident in his glowing red eyes. His Brother is right, for he indeed has "skeletons" he wishes to be rid of. He grabs The Mentor's hand. They tightly grasp each other in a binding contract, an equivalent exchange written in the language of energy and matter. Their energies join with the starlight shifting in swirls of dark colorful flashing clouds of elements within. They release each other's hand.
He wonders, "…How long will this Pact run?"
"When it no longer serves my purpose," The Mentor responds indifferently as he flies away from The Line, leaving The Informant alone in his malevolent thoughts.
The Informant only grins, aroused by the opportunity of using The Mentor's summons to Rape and hurt The One Between. But even better, The Informant likes the idea that The Mentor owes him a favor. He wonders what The Mentor is plotting. The Informant will find out soon enough.
Glossary of the Alien Language
1 The Astral Realm is many realms and dimensions stacked together. The Astral Realms are a second home (for all life forms in the universe) and is a society and culture of its own with the immense diversity there. Think of it as the heart of the Universe connecting all creations within the Universe like a community market/commune/home. It's also connected to the Realm of Dreams (See The Realm of Dreams (and Nightmares). Beings of Light and No Light and other life forms can fight, interact, study/learn and eat in both these realms when encountering each other.
2 Pupil/Student follows their Mentor (See Mentor) in their guidance and learns, studies, and researches the many different subjects expected of them to learn and understand the world around them. Students must abide by what their Mentor tells them and have them do, and take their studies seriously. Students must obey their Mentor and follow their directions and instructions in their learning.
3 Mentor(s)/Teacher guides their Pupil/Student in their life (See Pupil). The lessons are individualized, specifically based on the Student's role and the function assumed in a given action or process. Oftentimes, the Mentor uses unconventional teaching methods. This also entails the strengths and weaknesses of the Pupil/Student to overcome challenges and improve skills. Mentors continue to teach and educate their Student(s) in all subjects the Mentor deems necessary: mathematics; science; history; humanities; physics; biology; economics; culture; astronomy; combat/fighting; etc., for their Student(s) to grow in their Knowledge (See Knowledge) and understanding of the world around them. Mentors are responsible for their Pupil(s) and guide their Students to prepare them for their missions and their journey in life (i.e. in realms; dimensions; past; present; future). Normally, this also entails the Pupil learning on their own without the Mentor's guidance.
4 Truth/True is a fact and can only change with new evidence/fact(s), and/or the deepest identity of oneself or others. It can also mean Knowledge or your personal truth. This can also refer to The Absolute Truth (See The Absolute Truth).
5 Possess/Possession is forbidden by the Beings of Light and No Light. The only exception for the Beings of No Light to possess another life form is when they're given consent. Beings of Light are not allowed to possess any life form. The only Being that can possess other life forms without consent is The One Between. When The One Between possesses another life form, they meld with it and take on their host's personality, behaviors, feel what they feel, and can know the life form's memories and what they are thinking. In so doing, they become almost one with the body they inhabit and its consciousness and take on its identity. They can also read minds outside of the other life form's body without consent if necessary, or only when the other life form projects what they are thinking and is given permission to read their minds. They prefer to read minds with the consent of the other life form, because invading the life form to control the mind is considered Rape (See Rape).
6 Other/Outsider can be an insult if the Being perceives it that way. It describes another life form as an outsider that is not part of their community, world and existence. They refuse to accept them and block them from their life or existence. Severing their Connection (See Connection) and being ostracized.
7 Knowledge is facts, truths, or principles, as from study or investigation and gathering of information. The body of truths or facts accumulated in the course of time by the Beings of Light and No Light. Something that is or may be known or the sum of what is known by the Beings of Light and No Light. Humans and other life forms are barred from learning and knowing this Knowledge unless the Beings of Light and No Light choose to share their Knowledge. This also refers to The Akashic Records (See The Akashic Records) of all the Knowledge stored there. Moreover, Knowledge is neither good nor bad, which pertains to how it is used.
8 Nature is the body, behaviors, and emotions of all life forms, which are unique to each species, society, culture, and biological entity. However, The Absolute Truth (See TheAbsolute Truth) is that this Nature identifies each species, culture etc. and that it represents a constant that unifies and characterizes them.
9 Intention means the life form is consciously aware and competent about their intention of what it's doing without mental illnesses in the brain/Consciousness/mind (e.g., Alzheimer's; pathological liars; psychopaths/sociopaths; down syndrome; tourette's syndrome; bipolar disorder; narcissists; depression; CPTSD/PTSD; etc.) (See Consciousness).
10 Group/Circle/Web/Faction is a collective of individual Beings who work together toward a common goal. All of their successes and failures are shared. There are heavy personal responsibilities and penalties for mistakes, but at the same time, unless it's egregious, the entire Group they're affiliated with takes the hit with the Being(s) who made the mistake(s). There's a massive social pressure to do well for their Circle. The Beings of Light and No Lights' culture believes in the idea of going against the moral law, which does not support the whole Faction and the individual Groups, is nonexistent (i.e., a Being doing whatever they want outside their Web that doesn't support the Circle and more broadly among the Beings).
11 The Pact is an energy exchange and binding contract between two Beings (both Beings of Light and No Light). It can only be broken when released by both parties who made The Pact, or a Healer severs the binding contract, or The Pact has been fulfilled.
12 Power is a weapon that is very powerful (indeed, the ultimate power) and can be difficult to wield and control depending on who holds it. It can be used to harm and Rape others or help others. Power can be chaos or can bring balance, depending on how it's used. Power is mostly used as a weapon in The Realm of No Light, but for the Beings of The Realm of Light it's mostly used for good and to maintain the balance of the universe. Beings of Light use Power on others only after being given consent or to force a life form to carry out an action that the Beings of Light believe is necessary for the good of that life form. They do not abuse Power to harm and control others like the Beings of No Light. Too much Power leads to destruction, chaos and imbalance when used irresponsibly.
13 The Line is a constant barrier between The Realm of Light and The Realm of No Light. No life form can cross The Line without the invitation from the Beings from their respective Realm. It exists in the space between nothingness.
14 Darkness is another way to describe The Realm of No Light. It is the completion of darkness where no light will ever shine and where the creatures of darkness reside. Any place with darkness is a doorway for the Beings of No Light and their creatures/monsters to pass through as a natural form of transportation to a place where darkness is already found (such as the inside of a cave). It also represents the negative energy and darkness one holds inside of them. It will or can corrupt if not controlled and the individual doesn't acknowledge it and heal. The darkness can overpower and turn the individual into a Being of No Light if they lack the strong will to overcome it.
15 Light represents the Beings of Lights' life force as a flaming light located in the middle of their chest. It is the heart of the Beings of Light to represent a Soul (See Soul).
16 Pain is experiencing great suffering and despair that would make someone want to cease to exist. Pain can also be used as a weapon if one has the Power (See Power) to wield it.
17 Shadow(s) are where entities/creatures come from and are called upon by the Beings of No Light. Beings of No Light create and control Shadow creatures/entities. The Shadows are also another form of travel for Beings of No Light and the entities/creatures to other Realms and dimensions where shadow is present. The Shadows can be used to hide oneself and another form of Shielding (See Shield).
18 Brethren/Sibling(s)/Brother(s)/Sister(s) represents all Beings of Light and No Light as siblings to each other. They are separated by The Line (See The Line) between their respective Realms: The Realm of Light and The Realm of No Light. All Beings of Light and No Light are Connected (See The Connection) and related to each other like Family without biological relation. Incest is not part of their language, and therefore can be intimate Partners/Lovers (See Partner/Lover) with each other.
19 Fear is the deepest, most terrifying fear. The emotion of Fear universally applies to all life forms (everyone has experiences based on Fear(s)). It is the fear life forms will not admit to and will hide from. Fear is tied to Doubt (See Doubt). Fear can be destructive and violent. However, Fear can lead to protecting oneself out of survival. Fear applies to The Law and The Absolute Truth (See The Law; See The Absolute Truth). Fear and Knowledge (See Knowledge) can cause one to lose their Light/Soul (See Light), or it can help an individual grow and change as a person. Fear can both lead to destruction and chaos, or it can lead to progress. Fear can lead to solutions towards peace and keep the balance in The Universe if used for the right reasons, depending on each individual and their circumstances. All of creation shares the emotions related to fear and logic based on their experiences.
20 Consciousness/Conscious is one of three absolute forms that represent the Beings of Light and No Light. Consciousness represents the mind/brain and Soul as One Being (See Soul; See One Being). It is an enormous sphere of Energy/life force that houses all memories, thoughts, wisdom, Knowledge, identities, and experiences of all life forms. For the life forms, it's what makes them who they are, a living entity acknowledging its existence and a formed intelligence.
21 Rape is translated to "power, control and violence" and does not only encompass the human concept of rape (sexual assault and sexual violence).