| Subject: The Summons |
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Dru'Riden
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Date Posted: 20:02:21 08/21/02 Wed
Esctasy...Bliss...Hate...Fury...
For a brief moment, it took residence within his soul, cascading across his mind in such a fever of emotions that a lesser being might feel dizzy...
A lesser being..indeed...
It was over all too quickly for the Angel, his energies unleashing themselves in the moment of passion, consuming the angel utterly with a dim black flame, sending the woman into complete agonized spasms, while Ceallac simply stood up..and watched in a morbid fascination.
Since he rested upon the throne..the knowledge of the creator flooded to his very being, giving him secrets he never dreamed of, yet...he knew now that being was not Kami, The Silver Angel..but something else..something he knew nothing of.
That should not be..for who but I would know everything? Am I not Death? Am I not the Final Judge for every soul upon the realms?
He Questioned himself, sitting upon his throne, a absent minded look crossing his face, silently regarding the remains of the young woman...his chin resting upon a open palm..
Who could hide themself from me? None...not Zenra, not Kyuusai, nor Chaos, nor any of my other brothers and sisters...yet...
He sighed, a mortal trait still becoming to him..reminding him of where he started from..or some other sentimental purpose...as he stood up briefly, and letting his mind suddenly split into several places, traveling and width and length of the Multiverse...
He altered Reality, focusing his pure divinity in several points of the worlds, as one turns a crystal to split light into the colors of the spectrum, as suddenly...
His brothers and sisters feel a tug upon their essences, all the Gods, all the Divinities made by the Creator, feel the universal tug of their essence, as if one was pulling a leash to return to the hand of the Master. The tug was gentle first..then forceful..almost hurtful, or gentle if the soul wished to return...or complete agony for those that resisted, it promised only a conversation with a beautiful divine being...
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