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Sep 28, 2009 13:34

Title: The Lover
Author: The_Ameneko
Length: 850 words
Warnings: ...celestial lovemaking?
Summary: This is the creation and apocalypse myth of my tiger-taurs. They have a thing for astrology. :) It's actualy one of the happiest things I've ever written.

In the beginning, there was light. Light with no source and no direction, too bright for our eyes. Nothing could have looked at its glory without going blind instantly, it was so bright. Eventually, these random beams of light came to avoid a certain spot; not on purpose, only because, given infinity, it was inevitable.

This spot, the only dark spot in all existence, was so shocked to exist that it gave itself a consciousness, and with a consciousness, a physical form. Like all living things with physical forms, it had to eat, and the only thing around was light; it ate and ate and ate until it was glutted, fat and pleased. It was a living thing with a consciousness, and it didn't know anything better.

But even things that have never known another living thing grow lonely, and after a great amount of time, this spot began to feel it the same as you or me. Eventually it became so lonely that it couldn't bear it anymore, and, using its own pliable form, reflected the light around it into a pleasing shape. This shape was brighter than anything else, being made purely from light reflected from light reflected from light, and was so pleased to exist that it swore fealty to the original spot for all eternity.

Together, the spot and the light made thousands, millions more lights, each so happy to exist that they went off and made ever more lights, until all of the light was used up in hundreds of millions of bright balls. Some of these balls were so tiny that, put together, they made up a great mist, which in turn birthed more.

But the spot was still lonely, for now that the first light ball had so many friends of its own kind, it could see that it was still all alone in the universe.

Melancholy, it traveled the universe, faithful light following it everywhere. All around them lights burned, the spot's own light chatting amiably to each one, but the spot had nothing to say to any of them, and in all of the darkness between the lights, none of it was alive.

He confided in his friend, and his friend, remembering the fealty it swore, said, “I will become darkness for you, my favorite of all the living things in this universe,” and expelled with great force all of the light that it had once been made of.

The spot was so happy to finally have a comrade, but the once-light was so exhausted after the effort that it was beginning to fall. There was nowhere for them to rest in all of existence. Desperately, the spot grabbed up some of the light that the once-light had expelled and constructed a bed, soft and comfortable for an exhausted spot of blackness, and stayed with its friend until it recovered.

“You are so faithful to me, and I have done nothing!” the new-spot exclaimed when it had the strength, and the old-spot kissed it and told it no, its own faithfulness through all of existence was worth more than any of this waiting and caring, and that it loved it and wanted to be with it forever.

The new spot was so filled with love and joy by what the old spot said, that it enveloped the old spot in an attempt to share that love and joy, and felt the old spot's own feelings flowing into it like something better than light. They found that they never wanted to separate, and the intensity of their love welded them together into one being greater than any other being in all the universe, a being that, after another bout of infinite chance created matter and then rocks and then planets and then us, came to be called a god. The first god; the Lover, whose love is so great that it can love every creature on Earth and more, and take their spirits from their bodies when they can no longer bear the torture of the planet, and appear before them as the thing they love the most to remain by their side for all eternity.

But, given infinity, anything that can happen will happen, and more and more gods were made. Some were jealous of the first and made themselves; others were accidents, freaks of nature that should never have been. Some gods shriveled up and blew away; some went traveling to see all there was to see; and some took an interest in our dear planet. They came to entertain themselves, to show off their power, to play with us as though we were toys, and when the Lover can no longer bear what we suffer at their hands, it will take us from them to its bosom. It loves them, too, and one day, when it can no longer bear their self-flagellation of games, it will take them into itself, and then the stars, and then the planets, and the universe will, for the first time, be devoid of all light, and be at peace.

zargon, appendices, original fiction, one-shot

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