Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
In the beginning …
The Earth was without form, and void.
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Genesis 1:1-2
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Time: Indeterminate
Highest Ascended Realms
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The life spark drifted upon the Song of Creation like an infant rocked in a boat upon a gentle sea. Although he sensed his twin-spark was far away, her spirit remained tethered to his like a lengthy mooring. She was okay, and so long as he knew she was okay, he floated, content.
He fed upon the Song like a newborn suckling at the breast, gathering sub-atomic particles of primordial chaos to the consciousness which had survived the fires of Gehenna. He reconstituted his being until; at last, he began to regain awareness.
"Azrael," Ki whispered. "It’s time to awaken. I need your help."
He nestled deeper into the Song like a small boy protesting his mother’s command to get up for school. He didn’t like it when he remembered. It hurt. He stretched his spirit across time and space, stroking his twin-spark's mind, reassuring himself she was still there. He couldn’t understand why Ki wouldn’t let him go to her.
"You will destroy her in your current form,’ Ki said gently. ‘If you wish to see her again, you must evolve enough to act as her protector."
The twin-spark urged him to do as Ki asked. As soon as he evolved, she would join him. He signaled his assent, stretching millions of tendrils of consciousness as he finally began to awaken from his long slumber.
Images played upon his mind.
Mother.
Sister.
Friend.
He basked in the love which gave him access to the Song.
"Remember," Ki whispered.
Agape.
Unselfish love.
Willing sacrifice…
The Song changed as memories of fire; gigantic arms reaching towards him; and the screams of helpless children as a bull-like maw chewed upon the souls of the innocent.
Elissar!
He’d sped down into the flames to prevent the Evil One from consuming her.
He opened his mouth to scream and realized he had none. He reached towards Elissar's mind, but his arms no longer existed. He flapped his wings; but tendrils of spirit now took their place.
Pain!
So much pain!
He directed the flow of primordial matter which drifted in the Song to give voice to the scream he no longer had a mouth to shout.
Azrael had his own song to sing now. The Song of Destruction. He directed that voice at the memories which tormented him. The Song blasted out, shattering twenty-seven solar systems as their suns went supernova.
"What have I done?" he cried out to the mother-goddess who sang to him.
Luckily, nothing more evolved than bacteria existed on those worlds. Ki had foreseen his panic and nurtured him back to sentience where he could do little harm.
‘See, sweet boy,’ she whispered. ‘Your power is too raw and new. You must learn to control it.’
He sent a query to the mother-consciousness who sang to him, asking what she needed. Images jumped into his mind of a small, nimble gnat biting a great bull until it became so exasperated it bucked and twisted like a rodeo bull. Hatred flared for what the bull had done to his twin spark. Azrael signaled his assent.
Ki began to teach him how to bait the bull…
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