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In the beginning . . .

Chapter 7

Taranzael slowed the enjoyment of himself before speaking to the crowd before her; the mist surrounding him thinned accordingly and mostly burned off by the heat of the sun. “I have come to inhibit the image-creation from returning as per the will of Whom We Serve. They have given unto I this sword by which flame none shall be allowed again entrance to this place designed that no work be needed for the continued existence of those with knowledge of Our Omni-Common Divinity. Because I will sit here with my legs like the creature “lion” as though ever upon a chair, in all Her wisdom have I, along with my brethren who shall be arriving shortly, been named “Cherub.”

Jallastinkedin asked the first question to come initially to all of them as they heard this kindred messenger from on high speak, “She made your body capable of knowing itself?”

“Well,” answered Taranzael, “she’d prefer we be happy while we’re working . . .”

As Taranzael was answering the question put to her by half of her friend, Randolfy walked up with the flayed body of a rabbit in one hand and its pelt in the other. He looked Taranzael up and down as he walked up next to his friend holding the sword of flame; walking up to Taranzael, mostly he was looking down. “OK, Aleph, They’re giving bodies to everyone now? And Bet, y’all get to have that kind of fun while we’re looking down the long cylindrical tube of thousands of years of work in the hopes that just maybe we ever get to see the other set of our own genitalia again? He’s got some sense of humor all right . . .” As he was remarking upon Taranzael’s self-enjoyment, a scent wafted up into his nostrils.

Subtle, yet with the power to make his mouth create excess water-stuff and his stomach tighten in anticipation, Randolfy looked down to where the scent seemed to be coming from. What he noticed was that the half of the de-furred bunny closest to the sword Taranzael was carrying appeared different in color to the rest of the bunny. He held the half-cooked lagomorph up to his face to closer examination, the bunny’s de-skinned foot just in front of his mouth, when Gendlebleth spoke up, “Wait!”

“Let me.”

Randolfy looked and Gendlebleth, then looked at Luciferous, “Sir?”

“If Gendlebleth wishes to be the first to find out if it tastes as good as it smells, it should be he to take the risks upon himself if such is his desire.”

Randolfy held the warm partly-seared body toward Gendlebleth.

Gedlbleth took its body by the neck and spoke that everyone present may hear, “If our bodies may be satisfied and fortified by taking life and raising its temperature to become something we can consume, then death is not merely a curse to all who behold it, nor may be every instance of stopping a life. I feel great pain, and will most likely continue to feel great pain, for having caused all the suffering to this creature I did when it could breathe. Whatever the result of the processes done to it in relation to how I may use it it now, this being once with life and now something changed is a great blessing to me and to us all for teaching us about the sacredness of life and what can be made of it.” With that said, Gendlebleth held the raw half of the bunny in one hand, and raised the cooked half to his mouth where he took a large bite from the still warm, seared flesh.

He chewed, he swallowed, he spoke, “It tastes like a blessing I have taken this creatures life.” He held the remains of the rabbit to Luciferous. As Luciferous took the meat in hand, Gendlebleth fainted.

Luciferous smelled the cooked meat, then held it to Randolfy; Antagnous ran to where Gendlebleth had fallen to make sure that no harm had come to him. Luciferous spoke to Randolfy, “Randolfy, as you have done the work responsible for separating skin from body, and discovered the effect of heat in transmuting its form more into one suitable for our sustenance, you may have of this creature all you want, though I recommend you heat the other half as this half that has been heated first.

Randolfy looked with sympathy at his fallen friend being tended to by Antagnous. He took the body of the bunny from Luciferous and brought it in proximity with the sword held by Taranzael. As he let the rest of the body slowly roast, he inquired of his friend, “So did she embody anyone else who stayed to be able to have as good a time after we left?”

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A little nervous to begin, but, begin I must! After considering this to be the best way I have to tell the tale, I plan to unwind this story out in rough-draft quality before your very eyes. Donation button to the right and down if my story strikes a particular chord in a way that’s particularly moving down and to the right, and, otherwise, may one and all enjoy my work for all to freely see. Without further ado, I present to you: The Chronicles of The Angels of Eden

Invocation:

Speak Muse of Love, the infinite striving that holds together and gives purpose to what otherwise is daunting within the possibility of infinity which no individuated existence can ever be able to grasp by virtue of the very nature of differentiation.

In The Beginning . . .

“Didn’t that seem like there was something not quite right about that?”

“Really? You’re questioning how We fulfill Our definition of being by manifesting the absolute infinite in all Our creation rather than letting Us all be bored to death by an otherwise flawless creation? Really? I mean, seriously?”

“It’s just that, they were having such a good time. And they really had no choice but to eat those figs. I mean, you set them up to believe that they chose to be miserable.”

“No, We set them up to learn there was such a thing as a choice. Without free will, they might as well just be two more of the Heavenly host, and you know better than anyone We don’t kneed more of you “running around.” I mean, won’t it be nice having something living for its own sake for a change rather than purely for Ours?”

“You know, I don’t know. I mean, You know I don’t know. As an angel, all I know is to serve You; what do I know of choice or its benefit?”

“Ah now, Our human creatures are interesting, but this is more interesting still. Of course their lives are still rather boring without this latest Thought. We mean, one way or another all return Here, and even you know that Here is all the same, but Let’s now fulfill the last bit of this infinite reflection of Ourself. Take a bite yourself.”

“Is that an order? Or is that just more of Your famous sense of humor?”

“None of that now. Just because you didn’t see this coming doesn’t mean We didn’t. They’ll hate you for it at one point of course; just because it’ll be hard for you to learn in the beginning for a completely different reason. But when even you succeed, harmony will be reestablished. It just takes a few millennia. The hard part for you is what you see when they hate you, but it doesn’t last forever. Nothing ever does, you know.

“But We’ll make it fair. Consider the action of genuine intent even more important than the final action of the creation itself. Or, at least as important. If any of you lean so far as Luciferous, take a bite yourself from the tree. That is, his inclination is strongest as the one of you who had the greatest “hand” in humanity’s creation, and thus the greatest desire to see them truly happy. Any others who wish to help him create in them the friction necessary to embody choice, please partake of the fruit. Those who lean toward continuous service of Us, rest assured you will be given more than enough data to satisfy any more paltry curiosities that may or may not flood your understandings.

“Suffice to say, it’ll all work out nicely for them anyway. Consider no matter that you are all working together anyway, albeit from different perspectives, for their best possible result. And in time, even those of you they learn to hate they will again learn to Love, as you too learn to Love the choice you make that you will first come to loathe; those of you whose curiosity is not merely paltry, that is, and who are suffering sincerely from the perceived constraint of not helping them as you feel instinctively within you, to the point of burning, that you wish to do.”

“Just one question, Lord, when you spoke of Luciferous, what exactly did You mean ‘He?’”

“Oh that. Just take a bite and things will immediately begin to become clearer as quickly as you find them clouding over.”

And with that, Luciferous, in its natural form, began combining its substance with the substance of a fig from The Tree, and as it did, it began to see, as though Luciferous had eyes, and feel the fig, as though possessing a hand, and found that the desire to help those who now suffered brought hand toward what began forming as a mouth by way of what naturally seemed structured as a human arm. Luciferous felt what could only be related to from the human vocabulary as “joy” as a scent filled a nose that apparently was being possessed, and a newly formed tongue tingled with the pungence of the taste of this joining with what Luciferous hoped to help, and the separation from the eternity of the Heavenly host whom it had always served as it wished now to serve those Luciferous separated itself into for.

As they saw Luciferous begin this transformation, and they saw the beginnings of a body shake with apparent ecstasy, for that was the only equivalent they knew with which to compare how Luciferous apparently took its meal, they flocked to the tree to each taste the fruit themselves; that is, all those who wished only with the whole of their being to help humanity in it’s beginning life enfolded by apparent suffering.

And with teeth Luciferous ate, chewed and swallowed down what was forming as “throat” the fruit of The Tree of Knowledge. And then Luciferous began to feel its vagina pull away from its penis, and it didn’t quite feel itself, and began apparently a new sensation of feeling: uncertainty.

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