Empires, kingdoms, republics and dictatorships may rise, fall, conquer land or collapse, but the smile of the Queen is eternal. On Her throne She sits eternally, waiting for Her beloved to set Her free from the curse that binds Her and Her soldiers, that binds the Army of Keys. Forever She shall wait for Her beloved, for the gods have already killed him, slayed his kin and stripped them of their souls so that they may not be given new bodies, so that they may not rescue the Queen. But little do the gods know about the Queen, for Her heart is just as feeble as a human's one, and after an aeon of waiting, She is tired of sitting on Her throne, tired of waiting for Her beloved to free the Army of Keys. Therefore, She has set Her eyes on a new man that could free Her from the curse, that could help Her reclaim what once belonged to Her.
The man does not know of his destiny yet, but as he approaches the Palace of Keys, he feels drawn into the central chamber, where the Queen smiles eternally, her divine body and face never fading into old age. He is frightened as his feet move themselves towards the grand hall, he is terrified as his hands operate the still-functioning mechanism of the gigantic steel door, and his eyes scream at the light that floods from within the chamber. On Her throne, the Queen sits, Her smile slowly becoming visible, Her body slowly becoming animated as She glances on Her new beloved and raises the hem of Her skirt as She bows before Her beloved.
"My beloved," says the Queen. "I have waited an aeon for you to return to me, and you have finally arrived. Will you free the Army of Keys so that we may reclaim what was once ours, so that we may see the pitiful humans kneel before us as they did long ago?"
"My Queen," the man says, his mouth moving by itself. "I am afraid that our time has not come yet, and it never will until we collect the Fears of Man so that we may rule with unspeakable terror. Your Army of Keys may be divine, fearsome and undefeatable, but it can not be in all places at once, or it will become weak, pathetic and mortal. Therefore, we will wait until the seeds that I have planted blossom into our daughter and her book, who will remind our people of their heritage."
"My beloved," says the Queen. "What shall we do until our daughter and her book come back? I fear that even though we are immortal, our senses may fade away with time, and our minds may decay into that of a mere human."
"Is that not obvious?" asks the man, his mouth curling into a smile. "We shall celebrate our reunion in the best way we know," continues the man as his form changes into that of a divine being, engtagling itself with the essence of the Queen. And the gods watch in terror as the Queen and Her beloved are united once again in the most unholy of unions, fearing for the fate of the world and their own lives.