Grand Angel

Chapter 7: Empty And Alone

The Being rested for millions of years, time seeming to race by. He thought he was resting for only a few minutes, but when his eyes opened they were looking upon an entirely new world.

The forest that was once a few trees spread out was now a massive, multi acre stretch of dense forest creating a massive roof to shade most of the ground below. The rocky, dirty ground was becoming more fertile, the rock eroding into soil and dirt that had small plants and flowers sprouting. The few dozen creatures had evolved into thousands of vastly different animals running, flying, and swimming around all over the world. The mountains had grown larger, ice and snow beginning to form at their peaks. The water was so dense with fish, reptiles, and other animals that it became nearly impossible to see the water or the coral reefs. The sky was full of soft, white clouds and the sky was a brighter and cleaner shade of blue than ever.

The Being rose to their feet, looking around at the new world. They floated into the air to look around at more of the land, admiring everything that had grown while he rested.

But The Being could feel something.
A strange feeling inside.

Not something physical, but more mental.

They were surrounded by life that they directly or indirectly lead to the creation of.

Surrounded by thousands of lifeforms.

And yet, they felt alone.

Like they were the only ones around that had any sense of thought beyond pure survival.

The Being made their way back to their mountain, sitting down and watching.
Their knees came up to their chest as their arms wrapped around them.

They held each other tight and close, trying to create any sort of semblance of being with another person. He stared out blankly as he tried to push the feeling down. He wanted to be contempt or happy, even if he wasn't sure how to achieve such a thing.

Back at The Pantheon, Ash-Shaytān was sitting in the throne of his Father.

The Pantheon sat quiet and alone, all of the other Angels having returned to their posts after he claimed power.

Not even the Seraphs nor Azrael were with him.

He was alone in his new Kingdom.

All he did was watch on in pure, boring silence.

The white throne made of marble and gold that shone a holy and heavenly light was slowly beginning to be covered by a faint red light.

Ash-Shaytān smirked and turned, staring at The Red.

Still chained to the floor, floating in the air the size of a moon.

The longer the red light from the small star shined on the throne, the more it began to corrupt it. The back of the throne had become bleached black, unchanging as the gold had become red silver, the two fused together into a new throne fit for the two people that were embodiments of evil.

"You have grown quite powerful my friend." Ash-Shaytān said as he fully turned, turning his back to the throne and staring into The Red.

It was throbbing and pulsing full of power, growing more and more with every ounce of hatred, rage, and violence occurring in the Universe.

Ash-Shaytān stared into the light that grew larger and brighter until he was blinded by it, unable to see anything but The Red.

"You may have just given me an idea...but I don't think we could do it alone." Ash-Shaytān said.
He looked down at his feet. Looking down at the marble floor beneath him that acted as the ceiling to the very archives that The Red came from.