There are those who know the cycle of power. That those who parent a child, will see the child slay the parent one day.
And there are many children's children.
And so many parents.
And so many eternal things to be slain, if there is to be any carrying on of the order of it all.
They wear the heads and parts of the slain creations slung on a rope across their back.
They absorb the slain's powers.
They have no memory. Only an unfailing duty.