God of Nothing Ch 2
Before The Beginning
Nothing is wrongly defined as the absence of everything.
True nothing is beyond understanding for those who live in what God calls “The ALL”. In God’s creation everything is something, the smallest particle, each infinite universe, and every blade of grass. The same is true for every thought, feeling and action.
Even the name, “nothing” and the definition, “The absence of everything” give lie to its true meaning. It can have no name or definition. If it has a name or a definition it must be something.
It is an attempt to describe a ‘not something’ that has no meaning.
Miranda, God of Knowledge
Before the beginning, God existed without form or substance. In the realm of nothing, She existed as the only thing, something.
She existed in an endless battle for Self, that had no beginning and no ending, against the cacophony of horror offered of being nothing.
Without time God had difficulty holding on to Her thoughts, unable to understand if they came now, before or later.
Alone, confused and fighting nothing, She drowned in an endless ocean of Her thoughts unable to give them order or structure. In that way, God existed for a second or forever, both were exactly the same.
God struggled to hold onto an idea, a physical body might help bring structure to Her thoughts.
Using the only weapon in God’s arsenal, Her Will and Her Word, She made nothing, something and created Her own body. Liking what She made, She kept it.
Still, God found it impossible to arrange Her thoughts. So another second and another forever passed with Her alone, warring without end for Self, against nothing.
Then God clutched tight the idea of time, refusing to let the tide of Her thoughts carry it away. She needed causality to order Her thoughts in a straight line.
And Voice of God spoke for the first time as She stood against nothing, again using Her Will and Her Word, making a large amount of nothing, something.
“Let There Be Time.”
And God created time, using only a small amount of the nothing, now something in Her hands.
God carefully separated time into three parts; The Now, The Past and The Future. Time confuses many cultures in the ALL, some even foolishly think every choice creates a new reality.
The Future is tangled web of more than infinite minuscule threads of choice, with more than infinite minuscule threads of choice coming from every other choice. The future will have causality, but doesn’t yet, and so changes constantly.
The Past is a thick rope stretch tight where the single choice made, from the more than infinite choices, have been woven together. The past had causality but no longer does and cannot change. The Past exists only as memories. Not even God can change it.
A person can’t go back in time and kill their grandfather. It didn’t happen that way.
The Now is the only part that experiences causality. It is the instant the more than infinite choices of the future become the single choice made and woven into the rope of the Past.
God created time this way because She wanted to know what happened before and what happens now but did not want to know what will happen. That would be worse than not having time.
She wanted to be able to make Her own choices, not experience every possible choice all at once and never.
After creating time God spent an entire cycle, a great stretch of time, arranging and sorting Her thoughts, both old and new.
While doing so, She tossed the remaining something She used to create time back and forth between Her hands.
It was then God realized She was female and not just alone, but lonely. And God decided to create Memnoth, wanting “Someone different from Her, but equal to Her.”
God used the remaining nothing, now something, left over from creating time and created Memnoth, male for Her female and what She created pleased Her.
In the Language of Creation, Memnoth means Next.
God soon believed She had made Her first mistake. Not in creating Memnoth, but using the same nothing She used to create time. Memnoth was not time, but he could touch time and change both past and future.
And as She had always done, She learned. She had to put extra something back and find more nothing for what She wanted to create.
Memnoth named God, Ashe and it pleased Her to have a name. Together, Ashe and Memnoth spent the next cycle learning from each other, and learning about each other.
Memnoth quickly told Ashe he loved Her, but She didn’t love him. Ashe did not understand love. Her emotions were muted and dim. Memnoth understood and never touched Her more than a gentle kiss on Her head.
Ashe spent some of that first cycle together frustrated, trying to teach Memnoth how She created Life but he could not learn, often expressing exasperation at the complexity of the infinite hidden layers of quantum entangled DNA saying, “That is an impossibility.”
God considered She might have created Memnoth incorrectly; after all he was to be Her equal.
After the start of the second cycle together, Memnoth came to Ashe quite pleased with himself, watching Her for a short time, as images of jungles, oceans, snow covered mountains and a million other lands danced and floated around Ashe as She considered what to create.
“I have something for you, Ashe. A gift.” Memnoth said. He held out his hand and in his palm a intricately woven bundle of threads of every color except one, slowly turned. It resembled DNA but looked completely different.
Ashe opened Her eyes in wonder. “Tell me, Memnoth, what is it?”
Memnoth smiled proudly. “I call it Spirit.”
“I can find no end. It goes beyond infinity.” No matter how deep Ashe looked into the threads She always found they were made of other threads.
Memnoth touched the end of a thread which unraveled slightly, into a dozen threads. He touched one of those threads which unraveled into eight threads. “That is how emotions work. They are made from other emotions and make more emotions. Together emotions make Spirit.”
Studying the gift God asked slightly puzzled, “Why does it have no black threads?”
Memnoth frowned, answering firmly, “That thread is called Hate and you can never hate. You must be perfect, not everything you do, only you. You are God, after all.’ He finished in a voice that offered no compromise. “I carry your black thread for you.”
As there had never been a gift before, Ashe asked delighted, “What do I do with a gift?”
“If you like it you tell me how much. If you don’t like it, you put it somewhere and forget about it.” Memnoth glanced upwards saying sheepishly, “Gifts are supposed to be wrapped. I might have overdone the wrapping.”
Memnoth put the Spirit into God’s hands. “Gently toss it above you.”
“Will this make me love you?” Ashe asked hopefully.
“No. This will only give you the choice to love me or not.”
Ashe felt pleased Herself, Memnoth was clearly Her equal but different. It is exactly what She wanted.
God gently tossed the gift above Her and a massive Dragon of Spirit and Fire exploded into existence above them and screamed, breathing fire. It circled around Ashe before landing in front Her, placing it huge, horned, burning head at Her feet. “I am you Ashe. You are Me.”
God spoke, repeating the same words and found She was complete with Her Dragon.
Ashe gasped for several seconds as strong emotions flooded through Her body. After a minute, breathing heavily, She went to Memnoth, putting Her hands hesitantly behind his head, intertwining her fingers in his hair as the sensations washed over Her like a tidal wave.
Ashe starting kissing Memnoth, whispering over and over, “I love your Gift. I love you Memnoth.”
Ashe and Memnoth were in love and happy, just the two of them for another cycle, doing things no one wants to think about God doing. That happiness wouldn’t last.
Ashe confided to Memnoth She wanted a sister, “Someone like Her but not Her.”
Together Ashe and Memnoth created Silver, first of the Titans. Wanting Silver to be happy they created more than a million additional Titans, half male and half female.
Silver should have been beautiful, eyes of emerald green and light blue skin shined as did her lush black hair. Beautiful on the outside, yes, but Silver was ugly inside.
Silver had her choice of any or all of the other Titans but she never wanted what she could have. She only wanted what she couldn’t have. And Silver wanted Memnoth.
Refusing the Title of God’s Sister, feeling it beneath her, Silver told Ashe and Memnoth, “I will choose my own Title when I am ready.”
Not understanding Silver’s vile personality Ashe and Memnoth looked many times inside Silver, trying to find any defect or flaw but found none. Silver chose to be vain, petty and self centered.
Many of the Titans found love together like Tegan, God of Happiness and Shhh, God of Fun but not all did and that is when God began creating Her plan. And just as She is, Her plan is perfect.
Another half cycle passed and Silver stood before Ashe and Memnoth, in a quiet room that smelled of lilac and rose, with pillows and cushions covering the floor.
Silver spoke in the haughty tone of a queen, addressing peasant subjects. “Today I will assume my Title. Henceforth, I shall be known as Silver, God of Death.” Silver pointed at Ashe. “And there shall be Death, beginning with you.”
Ashe staggered, Her hand going to Her chest. She began to fall but Memnoth caught Her, gently lowering Her onto the pillows and cushions.
On his knees, holding the dying Ashe, Memnoth, God of Love looked like a lost little boy as he begged. “No. No. Please Ashe, you can stop this. Please don’t go.”
Laboring to breathe Ashe whispered. “Oh, Memnoth, you can see, there is no other way.”
Turning his head, Memnoth glared at Silver and his voice filled with hate and malice. “Stop this Silver, I won’t ask again.”
Silver, pleased with her work, answered. “When She is gone we can finally be together as you always wanted.”
Howling in anguish, overcome by the unbearable pain of losing Ashe Memnoth reached into his soul, ripping the love from it. He wasn’t fast enough, that infinite pure love now showed a small taint of hate.
Gently releasing his soul, Memnoth threw a horde of Dragons into existence above him, where they circled Silver like a murder of crows looking for carrion.
Memnoth’s heart withered and died, becoming a cold dead black thing, no longer pumping blood through his veins. Instead, it pushed hate, rage and vengeance through his body.
Standing to face to Silver, Memnoth, God of Love chose a new name. He would call himself SATAN, God of Hate.
The Devil spoke in a low, merciless voice devoid of emotions that promised his vengeance. “Silver, God of Death you will bring pain, suffering and misery into God’s creation. Even now Titans lay claim to your gifts. You are now cursed by my hand, for all eternity, all forevers to come. You will find sustenance only through pain, misery and suffering you brought to others. You will share it with them, each drop more vile than the one before. You will never feel love or compassion. These emotions are now denied to you, and if they touch you will burn as fire.”
SATAN reached into the future and picked up God’s ALL, holding it like a softball, and carved his hateful curse into it no different than a scratch on a perfect glass globe. He then carelessly dropped the ALL, as if unimportant.
But the Devil wasn’t finished. “That you have no place to run, no place to hide, I carve my curse into your very being.”
Small, elegant, collars circled Silver’s neck, wrists and ankles and slowly, link by link, delicate chains of hate grew from the collar on Silver’s neck to her wrists, then from her collar to her ankles.
SATAN forever shackled Silver to a curse that could not be undone.
Fleeing in terror, Silver cried out. “What have you done Memnoth?”
Kneeling back down next to Ashe, that cold dead black thing in SATAN’s chest began beating again. Memnoth whispered. “Please Ashe don’t go. I can’t live without you.”
Ashe smiled whispering, “This is the only way Memnoth. Finally, after all this time, I have a gift for you, one worthy of you.”
God took Her dying breath and the Voice of God quietly spoke into Memnoth’s ear.
“Let There Be Life.”
Ashe and Memnoth dissolved into two infinite sparking clouds of energy and came together, sharing not just their bodies but Life and Spirit. The two souls merged for a time.
An infinite explosion of God’s perfect, pure love turned nothing into Everything and God’s ALL, twelve dimensions of infinite came into existence.
When it ended only SATAN, God of Hate remained holding his newborn daughter. Without Ashe, his withered, cold heart pushed hate, rage and vengeance through his body.
SATAN looked down at the tiny baby crying in his arms, and that cold dead black thing in the Devil’s chest began once more to beat. Blood pumped through his veins as hate, rage and vengeance were pushed through his body at the same time.
SATAN name his daughter Aja Ashe, or in the Language of Creation, ‘Child of God’.
And then, the Devil looked through God’s ALL and far into the future where he found Earth. He lovingly carried his baby daughter through infinite time and space, brining her to a place called New England in the Earth year 1985. He brought little Aja Ashe there to raise her away from the Titans and any who might try to harm her, hiding right under the nose of Silver, God of Death.
SATAN was afraid, the only time he ever felt fear. He was afraid of failing his daughter, as he had Ashe.
“Everything is taken care of, Aja.” The Devil said as his large hands skillfully changed his two day old daughter’s diaper. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
SATAN lightly touched Aja’s nose over and over as she cooed, her little legs kicking frantically. “Boop.” He said every time he touched her nose.
Gently picking Aja Ashe up, the Devil put his daughter against his chest and shoulder, his hand gently patting her back. “You seem a little small, Aja but that is fine. Take a hundred cycles to grow up if you need.” The Devil finished in a whisper. ”No one will ever hurt you. If they try, there will be Hell to pay.”