Mother of Discord

Mother of Discord is, along with the Firebird, is the oldest of Others. They are also the oldest of the Elders. There is not evidence that Mother of Discord is older than the Firebird. But neither is there evidence that the Firebird is older than Mother of Discord.

Mother of Discord is old.

  • The Daughters of Discord
    • Daughter Light (The Primordial Era)
    • Burning Daughter (The Stelliferous Era)
    • Smoking Daughter (The Degenerate Era)
    • Devouring Daughter (Black Hole Era)
    • Daughter Dark (The Dark Era)
  • Granddaughters of Discord
    • The Corpse Lady (The Hadean Eon)
    • The Rotten Lady (The Archean Eon)
    • The Breathing Lady (Proterozoic Eon)
    • The Midwife Lady (Phanerozoic Eon)
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Excerpt:

“It means that they are unaccounted for, and that is worrying. The plot is progressing. And if they don’t win this time, I fear Mother of Discord will just devour us entirely.”

“Mother of Discord?”

“Mother of Discord is one of those Old Ones I talked about earlier, the powerful forces in the background. She is the game clock in this case. Because if the Locust King wins too many times, eventually she will just clear the board. Only in this case, the board is life on Earth.”

“She’s like the devil or something?”

“No. She is the paradox. She is the rise of complexity and life, but the inevitability of heat death and entropy. She is the closest thing the universe has to a grim reaper, but it was she that made life possible in the first place. Although she did not create us, she made us possible. Life is not special to her. She likes black holes and Dark Matter as much as she likes life and habitable solar systems. People make this mistake all of the time. They imagine that devils and demons and gods and angels must be good or evil, malignant or benign. They are not. They are indifferent, they are beyond and outside our understanding and we are beneath them. We are as significant to them as the common cold is to us; noticeable on occasion due to effects, but invisible individually.”

“And they will kill us with a wipe of a cosmic facial tissue.”

A chuckle.

“Precisely.”

– Firebird Nested in Darkness VOL 1. CHP 4. VERSE 7.