Chapter 4

The Being watched over the world they inhabited, not having moved a single inch despite the world being smashed with a violent explosion that nearly tore the planet apart.

The massive moon continued to circle around, staring down like an all knowing and all seeing eye down on the world.

The lava and fire were all cooled, leaving behind hundreds of feet of cold, solid rock that covered the planet.

Clouds began to form in the sky, gray and soft.

Liquid rain began to pour down, unending for years.

Year after year going by in a flash.

The water piled up, going from a few small puddles to hundreds of feet of water building up into one, unending sea that covered the entire world.

The Being continued to sit on the peak of the tall mountain, which had the water reaching up only a few inches below his feet.

The rain only continued, the water levels beginning to rise as the water covered The Being, soaking his entire body.

The ocean rose higher and higher until even the tallest mountain was completely submerged.

Yet even then, The Being sat on the surface of the water as the rain continued to pound away.

He sat on it as if it was solid ground itself.

He looked around at the pouring down rain and vast ocean.

Years and years.

Unending water.

“I hope this ends soon.” The Being said, continuing to sit on the surface of the ocean as the rain continued to pound away harder and faster.

Back at The Pantheon, Ash-Shaytān was making his way to the throne of their Father.

“What do you think you are doing?” A Sister asked, quickly running over to get in between her Brother and the throne.

Ash-Shaytān laughed and ran his hand through his dirty hair.

“Ah, Sister Raguel. How have you been?”

Ash-Shaytān held his hand out towards his Sister, but she stepped away from it.

“Why have you returned to The Promised Land?” Raguel asked.

“I told all of you, I am here to pay respect.” He replied, his devilish smirk unable to be hidden.

“Well, we are figuring out how to bury Father.” Raquel said.

Ash-Shaytān looked around at their Brothers and Sisters.

“If I may, I have an idea.” He replied.

Ash-Shaytān was standing next to the circle in the floor, holding his Father in his arms. Ash-Shaytān was wearing a white, full body robe with a hood covering his head, only his face barely visible. His Father was fully wrapped in his white toga, none of his skin visible.

All of the Angels were adorned in the same white robes, hoods covering their heads as they looked down.

Soft, subtle hums filled the air from the Angels. Most of them were low, bassy and shaking the Pantheon ever so slightly.

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,”

More voices joined in, creating chords of voices that became louder and added more texture, some of the higher pitched voices joining in.

“Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,”

All of the Angels were now singing or humming, the Pantheon shaking more and more around them as Ash-Shaytān moved their arms away from their body, holding his Father above the open hole in the ground. The Universe waiting for its Creator to join it.

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.”

The singing was growing even louder as the Angels all sang with all of their heart and soul. The soprano voices began to sing a beautiful, elaborate melody while the alto and tenor voices were shifting along with beautiful harmonies and countermelodies. The bass was staying low and barely moved, keeping the constant low hum to keep the music grounded.

“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,”

The music had increased with a massive crescendo of pure, beautiful chaos as the voices all seemed to improvise their own melodies in the same key. A thousand notes all weaving in and out of each other before they drastically became slower and quieter, like the music was fading away into time and space. All that remained was the incredibly low, bass hums that filled the air. Barely ever changing notes, just a constant low hum from the largest and strongest of the Angels.

“Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.”

The hum ended as Ash-Shaytān looked around, waiting for a few seconds before giving the last line.

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

He let go of his Father, who slowly floated down from his arms. It very slowly drifted downward, finally moving past the circle and into the vast Universe that the very being created.

The Creator being embraced by their own creation.

The Universe took their Creator, the energy making the white robe start to disappear into beautiful, glowing and twinkling dust of golden color.

As the body floated further and further away, more and more dust trickled out, leaving a massive trailing cloud of dust floating from the Pantheon and down into the Universe.

As the robe fully disappeared, the body itself began to rapidly turn into the same golden, twinkling dust that resembled the stars twinkling all around.

Millions of new stars suddenly being formed, made directly from the very body of the Creator.

As all of the Angels watched, they were silent.

Their eyes were watching their Father disappear into the nothingness, until all that remained was a heart made of pure gold that floated for a few seconds, unbeating.

Until that as well disappeared into a cloud of golden dust that quickly turned into twinkling stars.

Even after the body was fully gone, nobody moved.

Nobody made any noise.

The Pantheon of Angels stayed in place, with their heads down and arms down by their sides.

Ash-Shaytān was the first to pull back his hood, revealing his black hair was pulled back into a bun.

He looked down as the golden dust was shifting around in the Universe, moving in every direction very slowly, drifting away to join the other stars.

The Creator had been accepted by their creation, and they were now one.

The Being was still sitting on the ocean as rain pounded down.

But that was until the stars that littered his body began to shine brighter.

The twinkling became rapid before turning into beaming lights, shooting out with rays of gold and white colored light in every direction.

The Being stood up on the water, looking over their body as the lights continued to burn brightly.

The Being could feel their body growing stronger.

Their mind growing stronger.

Like the Universe itself had grown stronger, and that it affected him just the same way.

He slowly looked up towards the rain, and took a very long and deep breath.

As he breathed out, the rain suddenly stopped.

Frozen in place.

Millions of rain drops were frozen in midair.

Millions of splashes and ripples in the water were frozen in place, creating an uneven tapestry of beauty that was locked in a unmoving and unwavering piece of time.

A single instant being stretched out forever.

There was no sound.

No movement.

No time.

Just The Being, looking out at the world they were being forced to call home.

They moved through the frozen rain, the water rippling and bursting out yet staying frozen in the air.

The Being then stopped, looking down at the still ocean.

They reached down, kneeling until their hand touched the surface of the water.

As they kept their fingers to the water, everything began to shake and rumble.

The rain was slowly beginning to start again, as if everything was in slow motion.

The water was shaking more violently, until the ground that had been submerged suddenly rocketed up, breaking through the surface and exposing miles of land all around the Being.

They kept their hand down on the ground as more and more of the submerged rock lifted up, escaping the confines of the water and being exposed to the world.

Hundreds…thousands of miles of rock in every direction.

The Being stood up slowly, waving their arm in one direction.

All of the rock was suddenly overtaken with green grass, an array of colorful flowers, and massive trees sprawling out with hundreds of branches and thousands of leaves.

He then turned to the other side, waving his other hand over the exposed ground.

More grass, flowers, and trees immediately sprung up and grew to full size within seconds.

The Being then looked up at the gray clouds full of rain. He lifted his hands before throwing each in opposite directions, the clouds quickly ripping apart and disappearing, showing a sky that was overtaken by a massive orange star beating down with light, heat, and radiation that blasted the world over and over every second.

The Being reached up and held their fingers apart, the star fitting in between them before he brought his fingers closer together, the entire star suddenly appearing smaller as the world began to cool.

The Being continued to stand on the massive, single continent while looking around.

The world was covered in beautiful forest, but then The Being made their way back to the mountain, rising it to tower over the world even higher than before.

They sat on their peak once again, looking out and waiting.

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