Breaking the Mold

Chapter 3:  Through the eyes of a "god."

It is almost impossible to describe what it is to be nothing, or at least nothing that one would realize as a sentient being.  When you are nothing, you exist for the soul purpose of serving the laws of physics.  You become married to the concept; Physics tells you yes or no.  Physics tells you what things you can affect as energy and physics tells you what you can occupy and how you will be able to do it.

Being a ghost, I imagine, would be quite different because as a dead thing, you are the absence of things where as pure energy, you are all things.  As I have described before, though, it does have its perks.

As pure energy, I can move anywhere in the universe that energy exists.  Concepts such as time and spacial relationships to not apply because as pure energy, I can simply become energy at another point in space time by adapting to it through quantum fluctuation and be there.  The catch is that going back past the point that I became pure energy is not an option to me as my signature in this form does not exist.  Also, should I chose to take corporeal form, or find a way as I have recently done, my abilities as pure energy cease to exist within that time frame.  For instance, I inherited a human womb to be born and experience life as a human being.  After this point in time, I can adapt and become the energy being I was before this point in time or I can become the energy being that I was after this point in time but the physical presence of me in that time frame that I become corporeal and bound by time and relative space is always a constant.  It's like an immortal giving up immortality to suffer the life of mortality.  

When I view it this way, it seems so pitiful but there are definite advantages to having limitations.  It's the difference between playing an amazing video game that has gotten old with cheat codes and then trying to play it on the highest difficulty without them.

Life is hard but not as hard as the moment that I became an immortal.  The moment of the "failed" experiment.

"Son..." the voice boomed from all over, "emotions are a memory now but you can choose whether to feel them."

My mother standing there seemed so fragile and I realized that she was indeed more vulnerable than myself.  Still, I was just as vulnerable; fresh to the immortality and power that I had inherited, I was not tied to anything I had known.  I was here in this existence living for the sake of living but not truly existing with the "trivial" joys that come with life.

I did indeed go through the stages of grief that day and not because I had to but because I refused to let go of what tied me to reality.  However after about the 5th time bargaining and realizing that all I could now occupy was my present form and the farthest I could go back was to the moment that I became this, I began to seek out what passed for my father's voice in the fog.

"First of all, I want to apologize that you did not get the choice to make the decision to be what we are.  I first experienced this memory of emotion when I became what I am but it is not real and neither are we to them.  In time, they will learn to accept us and even become us but you will not be able to see that for a while as it is too far into the future for your present genesis to allow."

"How do you speak with such calm? Such..." I thought for a moment and realized that I didn't have to think at all, I simply knew that he had become nothing in all of his being.  A place where I was not at yet.

"You and I are pure energy.  Even the term son is relative because you are not my progeny but rather, we exist as equals.  We are forces of nature and this is no distinguishing me from you except for our individual consciousnesses that we choose to have.  I do not speak with calm, Djinn, I simply speak.  You will find that we serve a higher purpose now as these forms that we occupy do not limit us in the ways that physical beings are limited.  We do not consume food but rather we feed off the fount of energy that exists with all things and as long as it exists, so will we."

"So what is the purpose of life?" I asked.

"For us as we were?  To continue the cycle of energy that perpetuates life, (in all definitions) in the universe.  For us now? To be life (in all definitions and states) in the universe."

The conversation went on for a long time and in that time, we discussed the secrets of the universe that I am unable to disclose even if I wanted to because the explanation can not be firmly understood by man, or any other creature for that matter, in a way that would make sense.  As purified energy, we simply understood.

To man, the splitting of an atom is a great mystery but to us, everything involved in this procedure is part of us.  We are as intimately involved in such a process as two lovers might be in sex, except we are a part and are conscious within every piece of the process.  I could go into detail but I'd rather try to avoid being lewd in lieu of such exquisite beauty and magnificence in the experience of what we are.

Any energy signature similar to my own which was quite diverse was felt by me and I existed all over the universe.  Some refer to this as being god-like but the religious version of god suggests that he is aware of all things and as purified energy beings we were not aware of all things, we simply are.  we cannot create or destroy matter but we perpetuate it; Emotion and beauty as seen by the eyes of man eluded us.  We were not, by any stretch of the imagination, creators; We weren't manipulators either.  Our place in the universe was simply to exist in most things.

The limitations being that our energy signatures although present all over the universe, were unique to us and this became, through our own desires to preserve our sense of self, a semi-law of physics.  If we were ever to explore too far and cross a line in becoming one with all things, we would simply become the universe and cease to exist at all.

"We might never have existed, if we decide to do such a thing as blend like that..." said my former father that day.

The days and weeks went on after the experiment and as I said before, there's no way to describe that time, outside of, "we existed."

When I was born to a human mother, I had the possibility to be something.  The pun being very much intended.  I was nothing as everything and something as one thing.  One might say that humans are more diverse than just one thing but that's the beauty of human beings: you are not diverse creatures.  You strive for a oneness and create giant superstores and chains and companies to unify you in ways that make you less and less inclined to be unique.  It's a true beauty of mankind that in this way, you all identify as human and are able to separate into the illusion of difference because you are just that perfectly average in the grand scheme of the universe.

That being said, it seems that I instantly missed my ability to be part of all things as I began to solidify my position as being born human.  Although the beauty of verisimilitude did not elude me, the more human I became, the less I was able to command such presence in the universe and the smaller I felt.  Perhaps even the paragraph prior to this one is motivated by my regret for giving up that position.  For I am truly awful at being human at times...

Breaking the mold

Chapter 2: From humble beginnings comes death

As I sat on the park bench in that dismal square of land they called a park, I thought first about how much I hated these humans for all sorts of reasons that amounted to nothing; I had trapped myself in the mother's womb, I had ejected the human soul in order to inhabit this body and I was here now in this stupid park thinking about how feeble their attempts to cultivate aesthetic beauty were.  I really had no one to blame but myself that I now stewed in this corporeal devolved meat suit.

Still, In my head my memories could almost manifest the things I missed so much.  The swaying of a mane and a snout and the feeling of the wind through my wings was almost enough to make me believe that they were still there.  Reality is a hard thing to snap back into when you have the weight of memories in your head, both foreign and domestic.

As I leaned my head back, my eyes closed and all of a sudden I was transported to another time and place.  It was like a dream but one that I could not wake up from.  It felt as I felt now: unattached from this body and moving through the world while thinking my way around without actually moving at all.  It's hard to explain for how is one to explain the feeling of not being connected to a physical form with physical needs to someone who's never known the experience?

I remember watching as if from outside the plane of existence.  my vision was all blurry at the corner of my visage as if I had been crying but there was no physical manifestation of tears so perhaps it was more as if I were in a very dense fog that clouded my vision all but that which was directly in front of me.  I watched my mother's large form come bounding into the room where others had just witnessed the impossible.

This may need some background: You see, unlike my father, I never did experimentation alone.  The common question is, "Is that so you'd have somebody to help you if it went wrong?" NO!  I experiment in front of a crowd because I want them to see what I did.  I want them to know that whether an experiment fails or whether it succeeds that I was the one who perpetrated the act.  A failure is simply an idea that was attempted.  Without the attempt, ideas do not exist and without the audience, successes or failures have no control group; so they really aren't experiments at all in that case, are they?

This was to be an experiment that represented my father's life work, not to mention a dangerous one that could kill me and one that could mean great strides for our people, so I invited a myriad of different people.  Teleportation at this time was still in its infancy and would remain there for a long time until the black wings sufficiently researched it and put it into practice in their new society that would exist after we were gone but I digress.

There was a crowd of dozens of scientific minds of all sorts in the room that day and they sat behind a large pane of glass in the Ministry of Science while I worked on the sunken floor below with the various components.  You would refer to our energy generators as looking like a pirate ship's wheel as they spun very quickly around creating friction with a filament high above.  This power source, along with the power supply, was inside a protective  covering though, so nobody could really see it but I thought you might have some interest in the process.  There was a platform at the center of the room and a computer on a small table next to the generator that was supposed to capture all data as the experiment progressed.

Inside the platform and around the walls of the room, there was every kind of sensor available to our people so I would miss nothing in terms of data and neither would my colleges.  If I happened to disappear as my father did, I wanted everyone to know how it happened, where I could potentially be and what exactly happened.  All information was fed into that computer as well so there was a hard copy on it and via a hard wired connection and a wireless one, there were processors on many floors of several cliff faces that would both remotely and through a LAN record all data from the experiment.  I was wired in and nothing would stop this, not even my mother.

My mother the chef.  I don't expect a human to understand as we would more than likely look monstrous to you but my mother was one of the most beautiful creatures our kind had ever known.  For being a chef, she had still managed to keep in impeccable shape and she represented the kind of woman that was perfect in every way.  She loved me with all her heart and she had loved my father.  She loved our family and she loved it so much that she never even dated after all the time that my father had been gone.  Her family and friends asked her why she never dated and why she kept so attractive if she was not going to go out and get a man that might be a new role model for me but she was content to thinking that somewhere, my father was not gone and patiently, she waited and loved him forever as she had vowed.  To the day that she became one of us without form, she would remain the way she was: never knowing anyone else but knowing that he would return.

She looked so soft and distant as she watched her boy and as proud a face that she wore for my colleagues, I could see and feel her heart breaking.  I believe the moment before I disappeared she said, I love you son to the glass and when I was gone, she wept silently on the teleportation pad for hours.

Back to the experiment: as the energy started to flow, I stepped onto the platform and into history as they all looked on.  The amount of energy that was being generated was controlled but it set forth arks of sparks all throughout the room like your Tesla coils but rather less controlled in movement.  The energy bolts began to spin around me and for a second, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and then I saw a flash of light and soon I was surrounded by the light.

As my vision began to restore the light began to seem far away and it felt as though I was walking through a long tunnel before I was surrounded by light and the reverberations of every living thing began to pulse right through me.  As I looked around, I noticed that my peripherals were extremely impaired and yet, I felt all things in every moment.  Being pure energy, I found that time did not matter to me anymore.  Nothing really did.  It also occurred to me, however that I was no longer corporeal or able to be seen.

I felt the silence around me though and watched my mothers distraught face as I had now completely vanished like sand in an hour glass.  In this form, I could truly sense all of her worries and pains and as I permeated through her, I wanted to cry but according to the laws of physics, I knew I no longer existed.  All of a sudden, a voice began to speak in my head.  It was filled with authority and seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

"Son..." Said the voice.

Breaking the mold

Chapter 1: The before times.

 

The Taylorn weren’t always as we are now.  There was a time when we bore corporeal form.  Great seven to eight feet, per human standards, winged creatures; with sharpened beaks and long muscular arms that were attached to 3 digit claws with an opposable third claw.  There was a time.  With our stubby little muscular legs that resembled lions feet but with defined musculature and visible talons, we could sprint short distances but our wings would do most of our movement for us.  Our faces, besides the beak, were much like humans: we had eyes in the front of our heads and ears that resembled those of elves from your story books; our manes stretched down our back and we were covered in hair with the exception of our wings which were feathered, at least amongst the prominent families which I was from, with great white feathers as pure as a summer cloud.  It was a glorious time but progress waits for no man or beast as you humans seem to suspect.

The difference between my race and yours is that our drive for purity and progress was united amongst the strongest, to the middle of the road, of our society.  We were united to overcoming all limitations and things that made us weak.  Through this, we began experimentation on a great many things.  Most of our experiments on the Taylorn genome were a devastating disaster.  The progress we made created great strides in our medical fields but they fell short of creating the god like image we hoped to achieve.  Our abilities to become non-corporeal and transcend physical form happened quite by mistake.  It happened through experiments that had nothing to do with our physical forms at all.  Our non-corporeal forms happened as a result of the desire to move about the universe in no time at all.  Through a glitch in a matter transporter.

Our abilities to become non-corporeal and transcend physical form happened quite by mistake.  It happened through experiments that had nothing to do with our physical forms at all.  Our non-corporeal forms happened as a result of the desire to move about the universe in no time at all; through a glitch in a matter re-locater.

I believe it was may of my twenty seventh year that I began to remember the accident. There is no doubt in my mind that others who might walk amongst us may have had glimpses of it and formed religions and cults around it but nothing so perfect as the beings that we were.

Listen to me talking about perfection as if I even knew what it was. If I had been perfect, you'd think I would have found myself in a situation that didn't implicate such reprehensible and perhaps moral repercussions.

It was all such a haze but I suppose I'll start at the beginning:

My father was a tinkerer and my mother, a chef. The two of them were the most disorganized wild beasts our race had ever known but they were wealthy in a society of freedom and they were wealthy from other Taylorn's love.

My mother's cooking had not only given birth to a renewed respect for cooking and a cook book that gave individual Taylorn women respect from their husbands, but also a chain of successful restaurants world wide with staff so devoted, it could only be compared to the cults in earth terms.

They weren't violent like a cult though, they just served a higher purpose and they served it for the love of preparation and feeding and they served it for a few chips at a time.

The prices were so low and the food was prepared so well from such easy to find materials that it was practically irresistible to any passerby.

My father's tinkering was a bit more complicated to explain. It started off when he was young: fixing old toys and toasters for older Taylorn women but his complex mind and ease of craft would never be satisfied with such paltry pursuit. His experimentation began to evolve as he grew, moving from simple matter resequencers to the very first  transporter.

In his 370th year, he disappeared while in the midst of an experiment that ended in a massive power surge that shut down power for the entire cliff side.

My mother was cooking a fried bhat bhat loaf in the kitchen and I was playing by the cliff's edge. Every once and  while, I'd purposefully dive off the cliff, swoop down and around and then hit the cliff entrance to our home so hard that it dented the front porch.

I was only 98 at the time and as a young Taylorn, I was anxious and what was more dangerous to our poor front porch, I was getting hungrier with each wafting of my mother's fried Bhat Bhat.

The Bhat Bhat is a winged rat and they are usually fluffed up with meat on their stomachs like your earth turkey as they are clumsy in their landings. Some keep them as pets and find it barbaric for us to eat them but I was not about to trade in a fried Bhat Bhat for stewed cave moss and Cobbnobs. Sure they'd go well with the Bhat Bhat but it is the same way I do not understand humans who will order broccoli without the benefits of chicken when they order Chinese food.

"Djinn! Djinn, you awful thing!"
She burst out laughing as I skulked the edge of the cliff, feigning falling off and slamming back into the edge when she peeked out the window to scare her.

"Djinn, go get your father, remind him that cold Bhat Bhat means the crust will get soggy."

As I flew forward, I saw a blue flash through the tiny window of his room and his physical form collapse like sand granules. As I hit the cliff, the explosion came and all the lights went black.

I wouldn't know what took him until I reconstructed the entire experiment and used a far safer alternating form of current so as to control the process.

It was in a wind that gusted through the city that reminded me of that day. The day I watched my hands turn to dust and then into pure energy. Energy that was made of the electrical impulses in every being. As for my father and myself after that day, we simply had no form holding those impulses together except for the energy loop that was our pure form looping around into its self. We were a Möbius strip of energy and soon to follow was our entire species.

The Song of Humanity

As I stumbled over the stairs in the common hall of this white, floral scented, urban apartment building's hallway, I mused over the elegance humans must have to use these legs all the time.  To count each stride in such ephemeral grace must make the moments that much more precious to them.

Oh what a joy it was that my lord, blessed be he, has let me walk amongst them for a day. Father, you have truly displayed a rendering of your own soul in those of man kind!  At the bottom of the downtrodden carpeted stairs, I steadied myself and got to my feet. The onning of the condensed lobby was purple and what a glorious and regal shade too! In the oval mirror above a desk, I looked at myself but forgot that I would only see my true nature in the mirror.

Still gazing at myself, I smilled thinking of where I was and stretched my long black wings as I got ready for my first day as a man.

I was overjoyed at the great outdoors and the booming life of an American city.

"Hello!" I said to the first person I met on the sidewalk.

They didn't answer but rather stared at me strangely as if they knew.  Did they know who I was? Were my wings showing? I felt back and though I knew they were there, I did not feel them so I knew I was still concealed.  My concerns assuaged, I moved on.

On the next block, I saw one of those human beings of great importance. I knew because he wore a business suit and talked into a tiny box that he seemed to enjoy.  I shadowed him for a while and saw the strength of mankind; that it did not stop to discuss small matters but rather blazed on through  crowds of people with such fierceness that it was worthy of angels in the great war. I admired this man and wanted to be him so I decided to engage him.

"Hello, Sir! How are you today?" I said with a smile.

He nodded and continued his conversation with the box.

"May I ask you..."

He waved his hand at me and ran off into a crowd.

I suppose I could have followed him but I did not see the reason.  It was strange, why would he not seek to share with a brother. I appeared as one of his kind and checked again to see if my wings still remained hidden but they were vacant as ever.

At the corner of some lively intersection, I hopped on some metallic vehicle and gave the man in the front seat some of this paper I had received for my day outside of heaven.

"You don't need to give me that much," said the man.

"I don't understand..." I said

"Ok asshole, here's your dollar and I keep this dollar. Get on and sit down."

"Thank you, sir," I said.

He looked out of the front window and seemed to stare at some bit of nothing that wasn't long ago. Then he shot a glance at me and nodded.

Looking out the windows, I saw all kinds of people.  They were busy and very little of them seemed to not be tied into some greater concern than simply enjoying being a human like me.

It depressed me and took me by surprise. I read their thoughts and became even less impressed. They seemed to judge their neighbor harshly and those who were happy thought with such bitter sarcasm that it seemed they only existed instead of lived.

Every now and then, I ran into the occasional believer. Not in my father, although there were many who claimed to do that as well, not always with sincerity, but in the beauty of being alive.  There's was only a feeling that I saw. The thoughts behind it were not as visible to me.

Regaining my composure, I left the "bus" and got off in a great nature preserve in the heart of this concrete monstrocity.  Walking through it on the concrete paths, I saw a man sitting on a bench just feeding the birds, eating a hot dog and scribbling on some document he had on top of a note pad.

His tired eyes had wrinkles on either end but his joy seemed to overflow from all parts. His wisdom was like that of a prophet and he seemed to be heavily focused on what he was doing.

Seeing room next to him, I sat down and began to watch the birds and envy their gift of flight. I had about ten or eleven hours left of time before I would have their gift again.

He hummed some long forgotten tune as he wrote all over the page in front of him and smiled at the scribbles as he shook his head.

He looked over at me and smiled so, I figured I would try, "hello."

He laughed and said, "Well hello there, son."

"Father?"

He laughed again, this time louder and roaring and simply shook his head as he went back to his work.

There was a long silence and I gazed out on a large pond and vast nature in the heart of a place that seemed built to choke life.The expression on my face must have betrayed me because he all but knew my thoughts.

"What's wrong, boy?" He said.

His cap was turned down but his eyes beamed out from under it a coffee brown that stood out in the shade like a fine table lacquer.  He had a perfectly square patch of facial hair that seemed to hang from under his nose all the way to where it dribbled off from his chin with a regal sense of grace.

"I believe in the majesty of humanity." I told him.
"I would give you a valuable piece of advice, son," said the old man in between crooning some tune long since forgotten by time, "the world was and to an extent, still is, built by ambitious, idealistic young men. You tryin' to get in on the ground floor, though. You gotta remember also, that it's maintained by hackneyed, crestfallen old folks like me. That's the real reason they tell you to respect your elders: 'Cause you gonna become one of us, some day."
I spent the majority of the day at the park and we sat there in silence for another hour or two before he got up nodded and left. I went back to heaven at midnight.

Story Stopper

Epilogue

There are few things that one experiences that they can truly call miraculous; mostly because miracles are hard to come by in life but for the devout, we experience miraculous all the time through having god in our hearts. What miracle heaven is? Well, it was something that I would not try to describe in the human tongue for I am neither a saint, nor an apostle; no.  I am simply a reaper; one who hails from the greatness of a complicated love that will last forever with my eternal Grim, Dolphiel.

His misguided efforts to make sense of forever were tragic to me but I have faith in my god before I have faith in myself and I feel this may be why I have, finally, been granted the divinity of Angel class.  Michael didn't tell me why I had been granted access to heaven but I did not want to ask him out of fear that he could also take this joy away.

Things on earth had been fretful, to say the least, as of late and I had heard talk and felt so many feelings of impending doom coming from mankind.  I followed the orders handed down to me, however, and did what I always did in the embrace and love of nurturing souls unto heaven.  I have always believed that a bad man is not essentially bad; lest he be given the chance to stand naked in front of the power of his god or as much power as a reaper can muster, he will be judged unfairly.

For this mercy, the ancient Greeks called me Prometheus for what I gave unto them but I directed them to the thanks that should be handed to a merciful god.  Granted, I took a truly evil soul to hell without question but one who lived as the Nicolaitans did should not be punished for his indulgence for even Jesus on the cross said, "Forgive them o' lord, for they know not what they do."

I acknowledge that Jesus Christ came after the Greeks and forgiveness wasn't the lord's strong-suit before him but I am always a believer in god's love and mercy. Our lord and Christ simply translated that into something we could understand. Blessed is the heretical for he is but a child in the eyes of god's greatness. Mercy is what mankind deserves; even the wolves.

Through the gates, I saw the seals and I saw them opened. There before me was the throne of god. At his alter there stood those devout enough to look upon god's face and that was all they could do or care for forever after.

With my sudden visage I wanted to scream. I wanted to pour out weeping and grasping at his reinment for although j acknowledged the bliss he must have been in: his mouth open and his eyes wide; his expression filled with splendor and awe whilst his gaze was locked on the glory of our father, your father, god almighty! I wanted to wake him from my selfishness.

I felt my heart sink but my wings outstretched, I flew above the petty feelings of a reaper and into the exuberant joy of an angel. Dolphiel was where he belonged now and something on my heart and soul told me that I should not fret him and I listened unconditionally.

It was then it was announced to the heavenly host that I would be the new Grim Reaper. They acted bemused as heaven went about its bussiness. It was astir with the power of the lord but even more so: with the work that had to be done to maintain the universe and existence.

Without existence, there is chaos and in chaos the powerful play would stop but the powerful play goes on and we contribute a verse.  Some call death the story stopper; as if to die is the end of a journey but the real death would be that of the world and the universe its self and in my capacity, I swear to always fight that from happening. The grim reaper ends a life but it is to maintain the cycle of all things as well as the balance thereof. In this way, I lubricate the wheels of time, matter and all things in the name of a loving lord. I do not stop the story because without me, there would be no beginning middle and end, I am the story starter. Where does yours begin and whose ended so it could?

Story Stopper

Part VI: Death within Me

For a long time, I evaded heaven. The earthly planes are like a desert to the angels and they did not know how to find me but the force of God is to powerful to challenge.

Honestly, I had never meant to challenge god but being half angel and half human, I could see both sides.

Lucifer was right in the part that he said the Angels did not have the free will of man but having the free will, humans were not equals either. The one thing that they lacked, the reapers held in abundance. Reapers were not supposed to leave the confines of the vortex between the worlds but the new ones that I was making were in part imbued with the divinity of Lucifer and/or myself.

On the earth, so many were taken, they called it the end of days. I reaped only from the future world Lucifer had shown me because there were more souls there and going back would reduce the number of souls I had to reap.

It was amazing how many I could take in one fell swoop. It was astonishing at how, for all their magnificence and innovation, man really was as fragile as the biblical analogy of sheep.

The reaping was so easy... too easy... it was easy enough that through such ease of mass slaughter, I began to wonder if this creation of the lord was really worthy of the wonders of the universe?

I became lost. The silence of the heavens, due to my evasion, became like a great din in my heart and Lucifer's pain permeated me.

Before I knew it, my reign of terror had stopped and I had drained myself of so much angelic essence that I was practically human.

In this time, I found myself at the throne of the lord looking down at the floor.

"Dolphiel, you disappoint me," the voice said. "You have brought about a new chance for man kind, however, and for that I am greatful. You have also brought legions of demi-angels to heaven and sacrificed your own angelic essence to do this and for this, I cannot condemn you to hell. I can't let you continue with your job, however; your will is too strong and free. Therefore, I will bless you: look up! And gaze upon my face."

Story Stopper

Part XV: Death Forever

The wind beneath my feathers, I floated downwards to meet him. Dressed in shining armor and glowing white with the full force of an archangel, Lucifer stretched out his wings and the awesome power of his light shown upon my like a conflagration. What brilliance he had for the leader of all things evil. What beauty was he for a denier of God!

I knew what must be done but was lost in the beauty of this creature before me.

"You were cast out, banished, ostracized, Lucifer! But you never fell," I said.

He laughed and spoke, "you are observant of my beauty but you also know I can take many forms, ay?"

"I know you're a lost, petulant, little boy with daddy issues," I said.

"How dare you!" He snapped, " you may still be in his graces but I was once and still have the force of a higher choir of angel! You impudent little wretch! You dare to talk to me that way?"

"You are the lord of lies. You have lied so much, you have forgotten that you may be higher born than I but neither one of us trumps god."

"I lost a battle, Dolphiel, but gaze upon my brilliance! Look at the cruelty of your god! Think you: that if he felt you were not worth his graces, he wouldn't cast you out? Do you not see that an angel is but a servant to god but to me, we are masters of all that we see? We are a brotherhood that supercedes the failure that is humanity!"

"God created this universe for them!..."
"...And what did He make for us?" I was but a sheep in a small corral before he created the universe for man.

"No!" I said, "he created earth for man. Man is free to roam the universe on his own force of will but can he? Not in his wildest dreams. Man is limited by mortality..."
"...you speak of weakness!"

"Perhaps, but where man gets free will to own his planet, you have the high heavens to roam. Look at all that is the domain of god and his power and all you must do to be part of that is to accept him as the lord supreme and carry out what is his will.

What a magnificence it is to be an angel, Lucifer. Man gets to go to heaven but he changes and leaves some behind. He is enraptured by the magnificence of heaven but he is not free to roam it as the angels are.

For this, you do not even belong in hell. This is too good for you! You belong with Death forever!"

With the end of my sentence, I swung my scythe and slew Lucifer. I took his divine essence into me and kept it there to feed me. I went out and began to reap the souls of all that I could. I created "accidents" and "natural" disasters that were beyond god's plan and his will.

With Lucifer's essence and my human side, I was very hard for the angel's to find and the souls I reaped were dumped in the heavens and it was there they overflowed but most of them, became reapers like me...