Another earth, the eighth and last. The child told them it was for a new kind of character, simpler and with less ability for getting in trouble. Mulciber built it, like everything else. It was mostly blue and green, his favorite colors. He made a garden on it , the garden of life. They were all over this one. They were the watchers , the others the watched. The boundaries between species were less clear then. What could be more exciting than sex with a creature whose every orifice was made to experience and give pleasure ? Or a woman burning with a heatless crystal fire, whispering the secrets of eternity in to your shallow, mewling mind, each passage of flesh to flesh bringing more knowledge, more wisdom. Then they got caught. It was going to be bad, they all knew it. It came down to a choice. Justice at the hands of the so-called archangels, or a fall unknown since the question of the beginning. They were seven, magnificently enough. Under cover of the great unbearable light of the unending war, they made their way to the ladder of worlds. At the top of the ladder, looking down on the abyss, they made their choice.