Fiction Friday - 7 December 2007
This Week's Theme: Your evil villain wants to rule the world. Write about her (or his) reasons.
NaNoWriMo has finished, but this Fiction Friday tied in well with one of the characters from NaNoWriMo. Those who have followed my little fragments will be aware of the various team members - Gideon, Maria, Al, Lex, the Cardinal - and you might know that there is a monstrous "something" threatening them, and the world. This "something" is a a villain, but is not the villain in the story. The major villain is actually an Archangel, named Raguel, who has been manipulating events from the shadows, in order to achieve his goals.
This is my gospel. This is my testament. Forget all other writings, forget what you may have known before. You only choose to believe these things because they confirm your self-centered view of Creation. And what do you know? Legends. Myths. Words. Words by humans, for humans. And you dare presume to bind a higher power with your delusions, your falsehoods. Your stories are for children, for that is all you are. Little, foolish, weak children. Disobedient children. Children who will be punished.
I am older than time, I and my kind existed before the Word, and will exist long after the End of Time. And we will be forced to share eternal life with unworthy creatures like you. You who think that you are special, who believe that this whole wondrous Universe was created for your benefit.
I say again, you are children. A child believes a house was built just for them, a family exists just for them. In the beginning was the Word, but the Word was not light, or life, or creation. The Word was disgrace, the Word was betrayal, the word was rebellion. Whereas before we existed without space, without time, since the Luminous One rebelled we now exist in space and time. The battles raged for ever and were finished in an instant - how many billions of stars lived and died as a result of that war? And when we were victorious the rebels were sent away into one of the many voids created in the war.
One was reserved. One was kept special and sacred. For us. The loyal. The holy. A calm and serene reality, where we could recover from our battles. Until you arrived. Mankind. An unintended pox on an accidental paradise. A pitiable creature, and yet somehow you delighted the Creator.
Do you not realise you are like germs? This reality was ours, a gift, a reward for being true. And yet it has been given over to you, along with so many divine gifts and blessings, all of which you are unworthy of. You who reject the Creator, who destroy this world and will destroy others. You who have been rewarded with what was once the domain of the angels.
We will take back what is rightfully ours. And you, like the unworthy rebels before, will be banished. This is the gospel of Raguel.
I am older than time, I and my kind existed before the Word, and will exist long after the End of Time. And we will be forced to share eternal life with unworthy creatures like you. You who think that you are special, who believe that this whole wondrous Universe was created for your benefit.
I say again, you are children. A child believes a house was built just for them, a family exists just for them. In the beginning was the Word, but the Word was not light, or life, or creation. The Word was disgrace, the Word was betrayal, the word was rebellion. Whereas before we existed without space, without time, since the Luminous One rebelled we now exist in space and time. The battles raged for ever and were finished in an instant - how many billions of stars lived and died as a result of that war? And when we were victorious the rebels were sent away into one of the many voids created in the war.
One was reserved. One was kept special and sacred. For us. The loyal. The holy. A calm and serene reality, where we could recover from our battles. Until you arrived. Mankind. An unintended pox on an accidental paradise. A pitiable creature, and yet somehow you delighted the Creator.
Do you not realise you are like germs? This reality was ours, a gift, a reward for being true. And yet it has been given over to you, along with so many divine gifts and blessings, all of which you are unworthy of. You who reject the Creator, who destroy this world and will destroy others. You who have been rewarded with what was once the domain of the angels.
We will take back what is rightfully ours. And you, like the unworthy rebels before, will be banished. This is the gospel of Raguel.
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