Elyon

Conversation

But how could Joy and Sorrow co-exist? Where was there a place for Love in Authority?

And yet the one word that the voice spoke pulls at him, and he feels a longing in a place he cannot point to as it washes over him.

"Come."

He lifts his arms in answer, the chains clanking loudly as he shifts.

"Come."

What does this voice expect of him? He is bound, he can't move! His ire rises. How can it continue to demand this of him?

"Come."

....

Red's head felt like a spike had been driven through it. He groaned, cracking his eyes open. The light hurt, and he squinted. So many eyes on him, why were there so many eyes—

He shrieked, scrabbling back. A figure stood before him, shining with the power of a newborn star. Four massive wings extended from its back, and eyes covered every inch of its body. Half of the eyes fixed steadily on Red, as the others roved about the area, one hand gripping a sword.

"Do not be afraid." The figure's voice resounded with the sound of a hundred steel blades ringing against each other.

Red began laughing hysterically, unhinged at the sight of this creature and its command. Don't be afraid? Was it serious? Then a thought crossed his mind which shut him up. Could this be the Ayam everyone talks about?

"Do not mistake me for the Maker." The figure's eyes pierced through his thoughts.

Irrational frustration welled up in Red. "Just how many names does this person have?" He snapped like a spoiled child.

"Oh it's a very long list," came a much milder voice, tinged with amusement, "And depends on the situation and what I'm trying to communicate."

The winged figure dropped to its face, wings brushing the ground. Red turned, a sense of dread settling in his spooch.

He recognized the Irken instantly. It had shown up at the execution of Teruna, and addressed him through the cameras. The invisible-to-everyone-else Irken.

"You're Ayam?" He croaked.

"That is the name I came to Zim with," The Irken said. "He needed to know me as the Essence of Existence, because that is what I Am. Also," he chuckled, "he did so love to shout who he was. For you, I chose Elyon."

"Elyon?" Red echoed.

"It means The Most High."

Red's face fixed in a stony glare. "But you're not!" He protested. "Look at you!"

As before, the Irken was slightly shorter than an average Irken, dressed as an Invader in standard issue uniform. There was nothing special or outstanding about him, but he just raised an antenna. His eyes shifted behind Red, who followed his gaze back to the winged form that remained on its face.

Red shifted uncomfortably. Elyon didn't have to respond. This creature, which Red cowered from, was on its face to Elyon, which made Elyon the higher being.

"But you can't be!" He blurted. "You don't look anything like it! Why don't you show yourself to be powerful?"

The response was calm. "It's a kindness and a courtesy to you, Red. Your mind and body couldn't handle my true nature, it would undo your body down to the atomic level. Your mind can't even handle all the concepts I wish I could show you, I have to restrict myself to your limited language and understanding."