Double Suns - Twisted Mirrors by Charley Blackwolf

There was an abundance of life on the planets when the flickering of the star first signaled the beginning of its death. It was soon to become a time of hopelessness when many poor souls watched in despondence as shadows began to dance across the face of their sun. Covered in rags against the freezing cold many began desperately praying to their gods for deliverance from the unfeeling cruelty of lives to be lost. Some among them said it was the apocalypse--the coming of the final end. These self-proclaimed prophets said the people had sinned and now they must pay. They said that when the sun exploded there would no longer be bodies for their souls to inhabit and their essence would be forced to drift aimlessly, lost forever in the blackness of the universe. The people cried out their misery, but to no avail, for stars, like all other things, must eventually die. But, then, there are always the few who survive and it is among them that the true prophet arose. In time fate saw to it that a simple, vulgar man who was part machine would come from afar to walk among those whose fathers had escaped the dying star. He spread death but yet gave them back the genetics they would need to carry on their species and righted many wrongs that had been done. Yet, in the end, he too would fail in the face of female jealously.