" Why did you choose me for this universe? "
You ask The One as you're floating in space looking at the beautiful planet in front of you.
" ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ, ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ. ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ. ᴀ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴀʜᴢɢᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴀʜᴢɢᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ, ɪᴛ ᴇɴꜱʟᴀᴠᴇꜱ. ɴᴀʜᴢɢᴏʀ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. "
You blink your eyes and suddenly you're in a beautiful field. You feel present in the field as the wind blows gently on your skin, but you somehow know that this is just a grand vision that The One is projecting into your mind. You look outward into the elegant field and you see an unfathomable amount of roses on the horizon, each one softly moving with the gentle wind. You slowly walk towards the roses, and as you approach you notice how each rose looks slightly unique in its own way from all of the others. The One speaks to you from inside your mind.
" ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍꜱ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ. ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴀɴ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴀꜰᴛꜱᴍᴀɴꜱʜɪᴘ. ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴜᴀꜱɪᴏɴ. ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀʙʟᴇᴅ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ. ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ɪꜱ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍꜱ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ. ᴀʟʟ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴᴇ. "
The field of infinite roses slowly changes form as the rose petals from all of the roses detach from their respective flowers and begin to float delicately into the air all at once. You look up at the beautiful display of rose petals all around you as they ascend into the beautiful blue sky and clouds above. You're mesmerized by the beauty of the atmosphere that these rose petals have created around you and the magnificence of this moment feels like forever. A few minutes pass and the rose petals are gone. You look back down to the field and see a single rose remaining right in front of you. The One continues to speak to you.
" ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ. ᴀ ɢʟɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ. ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ɢᴇᴍ ᴏꜰ ɪʀʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟ-ᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ. ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀʟᴀxɪᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍ'ꜱ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱɪɴɢᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ꜱɪɴɢᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʀᴀᴘꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʀᴀᴘꜱ ꜱᴏʟᴇʟʏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ. "
You snap back to reality and you're floating in space in front of the beautiful planet again. The One takes a physical form right in front of you. You can feel the entirety of the Omniverse with all of your senses as this being looks into you, just like when it presented itself to you the first time.
" ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ. ᴀ ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀᴠᴏʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ. "
An ancient cosmic book materializes out of space and you take it. It feels soft and leather-like and its brown with a hexagonal lock holding it shut. You read 4 golden letters on the cover of it and you can feel an unstoppable power wash over you as you hold it in your hand.
" ᴍʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴀʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇʜᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀʏ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴏᴍɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ. ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇɢᴏɴᴇ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ. ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀɪᴀ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. "
Before you can say your goodbyes, The One's material form disappears and you begin falling towards the surface of the planet faster and faster. The atmosphere burns around you, but the book that you're holding protects you as you hug it to your chest while you're descending into this new world. As you fall down onto the planet, you think about how crazy all of this is. The One? The Omniverse? Witnessing the creation of Gods? A Singularity? This is all happening so fast. Your mind starts racing as everything that just happened to you finally sets in and you start to panic. It's all real. All of it. Your heart beats the hardest and fastest that it ever has as you fall into this new world. Your mind races with so many thoughts that you begin to feel a headache. But as soon as you snap back into the moment of where you are, you hit the surface of the planet and black out unconscious.
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The Book of Abbadon
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