23. "Chessboard"- Fermin

Fermin:

Each person is the chessboard on which both forces are deployed: good and evil. Each day their souls are tugged by those forces, each day is a battle. Their souls are the territory that those forces disputed. The chess symbolizes a war and is own only by annihilating the enemy. 

Defense- attack, everything comes in you. They have to know that what is it stake is not the chess pieces, but the board, their souls. That's the territory where war occurs. Everything depends on whom is the owner. When the white pieces advance, the light, everything gets shine. When the white pieces make a right move, everything transforms. And every movement is fluid and it takes to the glory. 

When the whites made Mate there's nothing you can made, everything gets illuminated. In the chess you need to protect the king, but sometimes is the king the one that has to go out and play, and there he goes... 

Who are the Morks?

Just like you are sent from the light, the darkness has it's own allies, called Morks. Those are the real forces that moves the pieces, the warrior from the light and the Morks. 

The humans are the battle field. The Morks are dense energies, heavy, that came from the depths and cling like parasites. 

The Morks are the black pieces of the chess. Black is not a color, it's the absence of  light. They are dark, sonic, silent. They are imperceptible, clever, and disturbing. 

It obscures everything in its path. They are the scary. They are dark forces, they don't take over humans but they bring out the worst of them. They stick to humans through the cracks of his being, and comes dangerously obscure. Leveraging their miseries, their wickedness.

This dark forces shoot the worst of each of their victims, for that reason they are dangerous. The Morks are the player and the humans the pieces, they move and manipulate the pieces using them as soldiers for their wars. 

For a  Mork can operate on a person, they need to let him. On the deep is a decision. 

The Mork sniff, they perceive hatred, resentment, and around them they filtered. 

The Morks are organized, there's a leader of his army of shadows. This person is my brother, he is Justo Garcia Iturbe.

Devi:

The war has already began. They came from all over, nobody knows where they are because they are many, they are all. And they are everywhere. They get feed on our fears, our pain. They are arriving and each time are more. They are obscuring the world, choking it light. 

Their knights advance. Their Rooks shoot. The Paws are leal and blind. They only destroy, leaving behind them pain and waste. 

They will attack the vital pieces, straight to the army of the light. 

But there's always a lighthouse, a light in the middle of the darkness. The light is ready to deploy their pieces on the board. The light so warm and bright. 

I see the light turn into love, and love turns into flesh. The pain not only mortified, it also awakes.

The light turns into action. The war had already begun and there's going to be only one winner.