Reverse Genesis

Prologue: The Beginning

Space and time suffered from the cold presence of nothingness. The end of life and matter resulted in the deletion of everything known to the Omniverse; there was one man left and another being that watched over him. Everything was peaceful, all except the feeling of the internal volcanoes that raged on in the mind of the man who had floated in what was soon to be space. Darkness was now everything; the light was nothing. But the two beings could see; the darkness did not blind them.

"Create a new element, my pupil. Create presence!" The Watcher spoke, and the man did as he asked without the slightest bit of hesitation.

"Create an omniverse my son; infinity is not a limit!" The ghostly figure had disappeared before the man blinked both his eyes; each blink was creating a star of light, the first one being a giant star of massive size. The sun. The young light shined on the skin of the naked male, his tan body glowing like a jewel under the attendance of the light. The man's body flawed with scars; his hair had been absent, his mind had been above omnipotence.

Earth was created, and so were a series of many other planets and solar systems that followed afterward.

Air, water, earth, fire, and light, they were all in place and worked together to produce more elements.

From the dirt of Heaven's Earth and the flames from the eyes of God, he created angels; they were made perfectly to the finest detail. Their skin being translucent and each one being a different shade of color and each one with a different color of hair, long and short.

Soon, everything would be in place. Earth sat in it's given position, covering the planet in nothing but green grass that shined greatly with its lively green. This land of bright space and light that the spiritual Earth had inhabited, would be called Heaven. God would separate shadow and shine, giving them the names of light and dark, which gave birth to the names day and night. Soon after, there would be bodies of water, trees, flowers, animals, and finally, angels; the angels had skin completely white as if they painted themselves with the strongest paint known to God; they were nearly translucent, perfect. A land where angels flew around in the bright Heavens with smiles and nothing less. A land where the very clothing of everyone had been identical, long leaf blades that covered every part of their lower body.

"Cain, I believe it is your sixteenth birthday my son. You do not seem to be too excited; you're a strong warrior. Appreciate your celebration." Satan smiled at his son, looking down at the teenage boy who he had been much taller than.

The boy was just as beautiful as his father and their skin were the slightest brown; the other angels were bleached white. The brown was so light that not one ethnicity could be presumed from it, maybe because they didn't have one.

Cain had curly hair, unlike his father; his hair had to be three inches at least, the golden curls twisting in letter C's and swayed to the rhythm of the calm winds that seemed to dance with it in beautiful collaboration. Like his father, he wore white robes that allowed his wings to move freely through the unearthly fabric. Eyes the color of gingerline challenged the sun to an epic duel of extravagance; with lips perfect through smile and frown, nobody could win.

"Father, the fact that we are outcasts in this land of eternity should not be shunned; we aren't like the other angels, we are flawed." His eyes peered up at Satan, and his lips opened once more to say, "I am not even allowed. I have been a hidden sin for sixteen years; I can not be happy." He looked down, balling his fists, trembling with the constant fear that haunted him. He knew his father could not protect him from God for too long.

"You are not a sin. That fat lazy bastard is more sinful than anyone; he is a false protector, we both know this. That is why you have this!" Satan raised his hand, a massive sword appearing in his left hand. He lowered the sword and placed it in the hands of his son, who held it extremely lightly. The blade was massive, probably the size of an angel.