Chapter 6
Lousitous and Antagnous slept comforted by the message given to them from themselves, delivered by Luciferous. They were warm and behaved as siblings who knew a secret of experience they could not share with others; even if another knew their story anyway.
In the morning, after the mists had begun to disperse, Luciferous called a meeting among them.
“Now that we are here, we ought to order our thoughts together that we may be able to assist our charge as we have set ourselves to do. Believing that they set themselves against the God that created them to be even as they are now, what is best that we ease their sufferings and point them toward truth?”
Gendlebleth stepped forward and spoke, “They must be freezing out there, let us make for them something to keep them warm. This way, perhaps, they will not loathe that which created them, thinking that despite what they think Divinity thinks of them, Divinity still wishes them some comfort in their existence.”
“You mean a covering, like the fig leaves, but warmer, like the coat of an animal?”
“Yes sir, let us fashion for them a covering for their covering which was created so exposed and vulnerable; something like the creature called “bear,” perhaps . . .”
“I like your thought Gendlebleth, but how do you propose we create this outer-covering for them?”
“Well, sir, we could use the outer-covering of a creature or several we use as meals. Once the animals outer-coverings blood is washed off and dried it should be a simple matter to put the outer-coverings together to form something for them to wear over their vulnerable skin . . .”
“Gendlebleth, are you suggesting we consume a living creature into ourselves rather than taking our nourishment from the fruits of the trees?” Luciferous’ face began to contort slightly with concern.
“Well, yes sir. The Host sent forth the people creatures from the garden. If we are to follow them, it may be we too will not be able to return, and thus must find some form of nutrient intake to maintain our facade of humanity while watching over them. There may be flora to eat, but I would definitely suggest it may well be a matter of survival to eat things that eat what we cannot eat so that we may maintain our own flesh as we experience so that we may understand their experience. While they create from the ground, eating what eats those things they cannot may well be survival for them as they await harvests they have not yet planted so as to reap.”
“But Gendlebleth,” Luciferous nodded his head gravely as he pondered his friend’s words, “What will become of the creatures as we consume them? What becomes of them when we are left with their skins? Will they not shout loudly inside of us after we have chewed them? Will they not feel great pain as we rip chunks of them off from their greater part so that we can fit them inside of us without making our throats feel the discomfort of trying to stretch further than they can?”
As he uttered this, a rabbit hopped right next to Gendlebleth’s foot. Luciferous stopped speaking as he and Gendlebleth looked at the bunny srunching its nose in the warmth of the sun beside where Gendlebleth stood. Luciferous felt a knot of tension in his abdomen as Gendlebleth reached down and picked up the bunny by the back of its neck. He held it before his face, looking at it in the eye, before turning his eyes to Luciferous, “Sir, there is only one way to know for certain.”
Luciferous felt a natural repugnance as Gendlebelth brought the bunny closer to his face. With his free hand he lightly took hold of the rabbit’s paw. He brought the foot into his mouth, and bit down hard. The bunny made a very audible high-pitched sound and began squirming uncontrollably. “The fur definitely isn’t good for eating sir, it will be much better for clothing.” He eyed a jagged stone on the ground close by next to a small boulder. He stepped toward, and bent down to pick up the stone.
“Gendlbleth! You’ve caused that poor creature much pain. Look how it bleeds from its foot. Let it go now, don’t you feel the intrinsic wrong you’re causing to it? What are you doing now?”
Gendlebleth took the jagged stone in his hand as he pressed the rabbit down on its back against the boulder. He placed the jagged stone to its neck right above its chest, and started applying pressure with the stone as he answered Luciferous, “If it cannot be bitten into directly, and I wish first to take its fur for the humans, I figure I’ll just remove its fur first before trying to eat it.” And again the bunny convulsed with all that its body could muster under Gendlebleth’s grip around its neck. As the jagged stone began cutting into its chest, it’s hind legs thumped wildly into the open air to no avail. Its squeal made all in the party squirm, while before some were still resting, now all were awake and staring at the commotion.
As red started to show through the white of the fur on the rabbit’s chest, Luciferous began to scream, “Stop it Gendlebleth! How can you force so much pain on this beautiful creature of Our Common Creator? You’re torturing it! Stop rising in it pain more and more even worse than we all have felt at the loss of our own halves of beings!”
Gendlebleth’s face turned red as he looked at the pain the rabbit was in whose throat he held in his hand, the eyes of the rabbit staring helplessly into his own. He suddenly roared as he grabbed the rabbit by its neck and smashed it as hard as he could against the boulder. The rabbit did not move.
He held it up by its neck, and it hung limp in his grasp, unstirring. He looked over to Luciferous whose face was as though paralyzed in disbelief, horror-stricken. “I wanted it to stop being in pain,” he began averting his gaze from his friend as he muttered almost inaudibly toward Luciferous’ face. “I didn’t know it would stop it.”
“No, Gendlebleth, none of us knew it would just stop. Nor did we know what pain it would feel. But you could have just put it down when you saw it wasn’t happy . . .”
“I just wanted its pain to stop Luciferous. I was so embarrassed by what I’d been doing to it. I just wanted its pain to stop.” He laid the bunny down atop the boulder as he began weeping uncontrollably.
“Randolfy. Please pick up the bunny and the ragged stone and carefully try to remove its fur part from whatever is under its fur part please.” Randolfy did as Luciferous asked as Luciferous walked over to Gendlebleth who seemed now bent on hiding his eyes from the sun as falls of tears fell off the hand he held to his eyes. “Gendlebleth, the sun sees you clearly as do us all, it is no good trying to hide.”
“You don’t understand Luciferous,” he choked on each word he spoke, “it hurts to see the Love that created me after what I just caused to any of Its creation. Gendleneth would hate me fully with all her being had she known how I harmed Our Common Creator’s own flesh with my own hand. How ever can I return to myself after the harm I have caused this day?”
Luciferous’ admonition turned to pity as he rested his hand on the shoulder of his friend, “I do believe that Gendleneth already has forgiven you, such is your nature. If you strive with yourself never again to cause such harm, what pain is caused now to our Common Creator? And apparently, if we are to cloth our charge, we must take, in this moment in time, the breath of life from these creatures that are not aware of life and death as we must be aware of them now. We will invent our life from the ground so that we can stop suffering by our own hand that we might teach these new creatures not to harm themselves by their own, but while we wait for harvests and inventions that we may harm life no more, it seems necessity states we remove several lesser-conscious lives that both they may be not so uncomfortable, and also that we too might be clothed that we are discomforted as long as our time must allow; that we may not look with eyes akin to Lousitous at our sisters, and they with eyes akin to Antagnous at us. From this day, when we take the life of these creatures for our own, may we do it quickly and learn the ways to cause them the least pain possible that they may pass through their existence without discomfort caused by us.”
As Luciferous uttered this proclamation against harm to his siblings-in-kind, the angel Taranzael’s shadow appeared above them as he lowered himself into their midst from on high.
As Taranzael came to the ground, it looked out at those he had known before embodiment had come to them all. He wondered at her ability to discern identity of the faces staring at it despite human visage and the odd sensing that they were all only half of themselves.
In turn, they marveled at Taranzael’s genitalia.
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