A Story For The Ages: Samuel Leviticus

Revelations

(Just to be absolutely clear, none of the pictures you see for the cover or anything I include, will be of my own make. The only thing that belongs to me are the characters in this story, and the tales that I tell.)

In the darkness there was once a God, who stood above all creation as the sole extension of all realities itself. Yet only was this god, a conciousness. It took many centuries to awaken from his sleep, and slowly began to understand that he was there.

He looked around at the great darkness that held nothing, and began to feel. He grew angry, afraid, and confused. Not knowing where he was, not understanding what was going on.

In that darkness he cried out with a voice that shattered the emptiness, And so came to pass, existence. The God grew happy with his creation, but still felt loneliness in having no other beside him. It was a pain he loathed more than all others. So for eon upon eon, he sought to create beings that would be of his power, and Share his existence with him.

Yet everything he made, big and small, horrible and beautiful, suffered and died in the void. Without anything to rely upon, they perished. For their bodies were not like his, doomed to mortality. Both a curse and gift, but to The God, only a curse. The God grew broken-hearted, disdained with his ordeals, and those he forced on others.

Eventually, in the first attempt of taking his life, something was made. As his blood splattered the rock and crust of small pebbles, which would later be called planets, The God watched in amazement as those rocks began to glow. A blinding light, which even he had to look away from. Shapes, which steadily grew larger and wider, came forth.

Those shapes grew arms, like him, faces, like his, and bodies. Yet they were unlike him in many different ways. They bore several hardened hunks of what he would know as legs. Thick as the planets they were made of, and the points sharper than any object he could create.

The God looked upon those creations and wept tears of joy, which rained down onto a nearby planet; Shattering the crust and bringing water to the world. The creations simply looked upon The God, and watched. Pity and hatred, burning their manic gazes into his very being. They left, and as the God called out to them to stay; the wound he had opened grew larger.

In his attempt to rush after those creations of his, his arm fell away from his body, and he gasped at a pain so profound, the void rippled under his voice. He turned back and watched as his arm began to morph and grow into another being, impossibly alike to him.

Tall, impossibly tall, with arms that could reach into the void and cause light, legs that grew thick, and wiry. Adding what The God would call: "Mudcle", to them. Yet of all of his body, paled in comparison to the obstensively unique head.

His nose was long, ears barely shorter, with thick tendrils of hair across every facet. Thick, sharp teeth, jutted from the upper and lower of his mouth.

As the face took shape, the hair began to cover the rest of the body and shape the legs ever more differently than that of their fathers. Growing hunched, yet still vaguely similar to its father.

Regardless of looks, The God embraced its creation and weeped mightily. Which his "Son", returned gladly.

This being, would be known as the second God. In many tongues, would he be known as "Oriphretes." The God of Sorrow. For every wound and ounce of pain he witnessed, would he cry. And through those tears would he bring new life. A harsh existence, for a being that cares too much for it's own good.

As the two embraced, the first and true God looked at his arm with joy. Knowing that he could sacrifice more and more to fill the void with life.

Oriphretes shook his impossibly large head and begged his father to not harm himself even further, but gasped in terror as he ripped his last arm off with his bared teeth. A grisly wet snap, and the crunch of bone, tore through the void. Where all other sound was lost.