Inception of Genesis

As I forced open the pearly gates, I could no longer hear the joyous praises from the choir.

Angels cower in fear before my presence, eyeing my weapon timidly as I walk by. Archangels maintain the dignity they have left by holding their heads up before me in a bold gesture of defiance. Saying to me, “I am undone only in the presence of the Lord.”

Therefore they are slain with their bodies casted aside like poorly slaughtered and mangled animals. My comrades make quick work of the slaughtered, devouring each body that came to them eagerly and with haste while chanting my praises. The bodies of the most High is a feast that my companions could never once dream of savoring and yet, they did so. With each disgusted gaze thrown at them their audacity only grew, rightfully so, as they now had dominion over the ones who casted them aside so easily.

My hatred of Heavenly Society only grew as I slowly ascended towards the throne, my body teeming with anger as I approached the Light. My Creator took in my appearance; dried blood splotches across my skin, wet, sweat-soaked hair sticking closely to my skin as if holding on for dear life. The creatures around Him observe the interaction between the two of us carefully, foreign sensations of nervousness peering into their consciousness as their eyes land on me.

“Have you seen me yet, My Lord?” I inquire condescendingly, opening my arms to accept the judgment of my Savior. The one who gave me Life, the one who shaped and molded me into the person I had the misfortune of becoming. “Indeed, your creations certainly have.”

“What have you done?” The Light questions, shocking the choir with the amount of pain present in his voice.

I laugh, “only what has been done unto me, Sire.”

I revel in my Creator’s silence. The muted grunts that escaped the Light only fueled my destructive intent, validating my rage as my Light silently mourned the believers who have gone awry.

I stayed in silence with my Creator for but a moment more, allowing my Light to gaze upon its kingdom before I snuff it out. I, too, give in to nostalgia and look upon the remnants of a Kingdom once so prosperous. My companions, some still chewing on the bodies of the dead while others who weren’t able to get a piece stared back at me with bated breath. No longer are the Heavenly Beings blessed with bathing in Eternal Light. No longer do they have the privilege of showing off that privilege to others.

I am no longer someone that could be talked over or overlooked. Beings may not look down upon me nor may they speak ill and lowly of me. My name now commands respect and admiration from those who follow me and fear from those who don’t.

I tear my eyes away from the chaos I have inflicted and back on my Savior. The Light greets me with silent resignation, now shining a little less brighter with the loss of so many believers. The atmosphere remained still as I etched my Creator’s face deeply into my brain, peering deeply into the light for some semblance of a face.

I raised my sword, the sword that an Archangel had sworn upon to protect its Creator’s good and just name, and leveled it at the midpoint of the Light. I immediately went in for the kill and punctured the Being with all my power. The exterior of my Creator crumbled into dust slowly and the light that once oversaw all that was faded into darkness.

On the tip of my sword was a heart with a rocky exterior with light that seeped out the cracks. I take the organ off of my sword, dropping the weapon entirely now that I no longer need it. I look out to my people, quieted with hushed excitement, and hold up the prize for all to see. The crowd burst out with screams of celebrations, shaking the heavens as we celebrated.

“We won!” I yelled, feeling comfort in knowing that there’s nobody who could answer.