Who created the Creator...
Did the Creator who made man get tired of his own creation and leave earth to heaven to have peace from its creation?
Man— the most intelligent creature to exist can oftentimes be very intriguing. Rebellious and innovative at the same time.
They have the ability to; recreate, procreate and destroy, especially to destroy. Amusing as they are, they can be extremely troublesome.
Apart from the Creator, other strong celestial beasts exists.
Lucifer; A pretty, wicked and curious being. Voice as melodious as calm waters. A being loathed by the Creator for it's beguiling and crafty nature and words as alluring as a temptress. It is often regarded as a woman because of its nature but it is never stated if it does have a gender.
Devil; the enemy. Twin brother of Lucifer yet extremely unpleasant. It has been looked down on since the day it came to being. Yet, it poses a threat to the existence of men. Although not as intelligent as Lucifer, it has wrecked enough havoc to be acknowledged.
Lilith; it is believed that the first woman to exist was Eve but how accurate is that information?
Did the Creator not mold a woman the same time he made Adam? And because she was not submissive decided to form another more obedient woman from the man?
The Holy Bible holds no record of her but she exists— I think.
Graceful and soft spoken, no man born to a woman can control her. She only dances to the beat of her own drum. Mother to all the outcasts, she's the definition of love yet hatred clings to her very soul. Defender of women, one who detests all men past the age of accountability.
These three, whilst not yielding equivalent strength to the Creator doth possess the ability to alter man's perception of reality. Making use of; angels, demons, thrones, princes, they can lead man to either a pleasant or terrible fate.
The Creator of course, gave man the ability to choose for themselves— free will. To do that which creates or destroys as he watches from his high seat in the realms.
Now man's ultimate goal is to get to heaven without falling prey to Lucifer, Devil or Lilith and their underlings.
As to have a fair chance in survival, man has the power to fight against these foes. But, they need a savior, don't they?
That's why women now possess the potential of summoning strength and healing via the Holy Bible and having it channeled via men. Thus women need men to be able to survive, and men need women to be able to fight.
A perfect balance laid down by the Creator but—
Who exactly is the Creator? And can the Creator ever be defeated? What is the fate of man now?
[Y/N: Hi, this series can be very offensive to Believers so I recommend that you be very strong in your faith and theologically informed before continuing it, I don't want you to question your faith. This is for your own safety as I have no intention of deterring younglings and others from their beliefs.
This work is based solely on fiction and the little I know about my religion.
Please read with caution and DO NOT BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU SEE IN THIS BOOK.
Thank you (◕દ◕)]
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"Phoebe, we have go now," a man yelled as he chested another blow from two-legged beast.
A young lady behind him was shivering in fear. Her fingers curled around the Book of Life— the Holy Bible. Her lips were quivering and she was trying her best to form words with them but couldn't.
He yelled and the beast growled, losing balance. Finally, a loophole. He flung his arm over his head and hit the creature standing in front of him.
The beast went flying and came down with a thud. Unable to get up, it disintegrated into ashes.
The man sighed in relief.
"Alexander, you did it" the lady yelped. She ran into his arms as fast as her arms would let her. He was her hero.
He smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead, "We have to go now," he repeated.
They both walked till their humble abode was in sight. There was also no sight of beasts around which was a good sign.
Home at last, Phoebe fed her husband watery soup again before retiring to her chambers which of course was a mat laid down beside her husband's.
She grabbed her journal— couples of notebooks joined together by glue, carefully constructed by Alexander. A lover of writing and memories, she joyfully jotted down her thoughts in hopes that one day another soul would stumble on it and make use of the information she had left.
Alexander was a really wonderful man: loving, kind and perfect. He adored Phoebe with his whole life and wanted nothing but the best for her and their child she was making in her stomach.
They were both exiles. They possessed a copy of the Holy Bible although it had been instructed that all copies be burned.
Yet, she had stood by him as his source of strength. Of course he'd do anything in his power to put a smile on her face.
And have revenge on all who took part of their exile.
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"Push, Phoebe, push" Alexander yelled as he watched his scream in pain. She laid on the largest table they owned, crafted by him.
Liquid spewed from her feminine feature and the stench was foul. "Pushhhhhh!" He yelled again and with a mighty force she expelled the body she had been forming for the past nine months.
"WAHHHHHHHH" the baby cried and Alexander picked it up in his palm. It was sticky, still covered in amniotic fluids and connected via the placenta to its mother.
Phoebe's breathing slowly steadied as the tears trickled down her eyes. "Our child," she said and gave up the ghost.
Alexander bawled in pain, "Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe..." He kept calling her name hoping she'd respond as she always did. She didn't.
As if that wasn't enough, the smell of the liquid had attracted countless beasts to their home and Alexander was in no way ready for combat. Yielding to his fate, he scrambled for Phoebe's journal and a basket she had weaved for their child over the month.
He placed both in the basket and hid it in a cupboard.
A name— the child needed a name.
He grabbed the journal and bit into his pointer finger, spilling blood. He turned to the first page and wrote "Ares". He named their child Ares and shoved the journal back to the basket.
After, he went back to the table and laid beside his wife, surrendering.
The beasts soon gained entrance and devoured both humans. They tore at their flesh without mercy. He shrieked in pain and died afterwards besides the only woman he had ever loved.
The child, safe.
Thus begins the story of a girl called Ares who...