Chapter Three: A Bad Dream, Part 2: The Twin Tale
A heavenly calamity was occurring where all the natural hazards were happening at once. Volcanoes in heaven erupted. An earthquake shook the equilibrium into chaos and disorder, and thunderstorms transpired so mighty they resembled raging floods in the sky.
Avalanches swept the alpine, then blizzards entering cold waves packed the snow down, and abundance was all there was—the recipe for a perfect disaster. A new ice age was born out of this.
On the east end. A tsunami cast a shadow so enormous that it hid the land in darkness, and the hundreds of tornadoes could match the horsepower pushing the waters way up into the sky, as if they were the very engine for the cause.
Don’t worry; wildfires and droughts are still taking place. There, no one will survive. People either starved or ate one another. Everyone hates doing it. And when I say everyone hates the famine, I mean it. They despise it among the worst. Worse than the smell of stacking decaying frog carcasses that splat from the sky. Worse than the waves of attacking mosquitoes that come in hungry hordes. Then, finally, came death.
It was never meant to be like this. It happened through a series of mistakes—accidents, some would say. Jehovah tried to reason with Lucifer to the best of his abilities, but his partner, his right hand, was having none of it.
His automated defense matrix, or A.D.M., went online. The matrix went around Jehovah and most if not anything in existence could be negated by it. It could also manipulate the spacetime around, completely stopping oncoming vectors in time and then apply the concept of infinity to the same barricade made it a physical impossibility for him to be touched. The A.D.M. revealed the compounds of atomic structures. Hexagonal shapes and lines have been initialized and can now be seen in the air, representing the molecules and the makeup of the world.
His right hand recognized and wrote out covalent bonds, identifying the organic chemicals within life. Where carbon atoms form the backbone of many molecules, lines attached to the shapes, extending from the ends of hexagons and other structures, represent the bonds between atoms. These symbols (H2O, O2, and Ni, etc.; refer to the periodic table of elements for more information) that are associated at the end of these lines are elements and could also be seen by the A.D.M.'s initial scanning that was being conducted.
For example, the A.D.M. could visually detect, actualize, and then represent a benzene ring in organic chemistry. Lines between carbon atoms indicate carbon-carbon bonds, where hydrogen atoms are commonly found.
In the Garden of Eden. Lucifer walks one foot directly in front of the other. His eyes were closed. He is a fool. He raises his arms to his side, straightened and stretched out like man at the cross. Full of vigor. A joyful smile on his face connected his ears. He bent toward the sky, laughing.
Directly above him, a slight discrepancy in the clouds allowed for a small plush of warmth that touched his forehead. It were as though the light thrived to reach him but was kept from its other half, carried out by the sheer volume of a nebula formulating in the backdrop as rumbles overhead passed in through the southbound.
He had short black hair and red horns. A foot in length for each horn breached from the top of his head. Tan skin, soft lips, straight teeth, symmetrical and cut. There wasn't a scratch on him. The majority believe him to be perfect.
There was a normality to Lucifer that he brought everywhere he went, in every action, in every word. A nonchalant gesticulation predisposed to confidence covered his truer ambitions. A confidence so ferocious and so high will swallow the opposition whole.
He was barefoot and wore black slickers. Shirtless, his body was a temple in peak physical condition.
He had six black wings. They connected to the spine, filling Lucifer's back with feathers that expanded several feet outward.
His chest was marked in red ink. Strange alchemical symbols resided within one larger, more sophisticated line structure. There was this cursive circle; tiny words and sentences were written circularly, and the sphere was highlighted by an amber glow. It held the multigram and, within that, the symbols. It was deemed The Law Defyer by his peers. Capable of accessing millions of different powers and abilities
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
Comparable to infinity. The Law Defyer had no limit. It was a fake overlay unit for a quantum nexus point where new powers within the multiverse—nay, all of creation—spawned. The technology of the future is derived from an old science. Alchemy.
Lucifer faced a cliff that towered him several hundred feet up in the garden. It was displaced in the ground, tilted, and the entire surface matched the floor crookedly. It should not have been there. Pieces of debris fell from the rock wall, tossing up dirt and crashing on impact.
“Lucifer… Do you know what you’ve done?” Jehovah said it hurt.
The dream was of Jehovah getting up from a single knee. Cliff side to his back.
His face was youthful once again. He was no younger than twenty years old. He had a bald face—a baby face. He could not grow hair under his chin for the longest time. He held his pure blue eyes with honor and scars on his face were erased His short, pure white hair rose as if it were being pushed upwards by the air, levitating. His skin complexation, although Caucasian was tan, baked from countless days in Hell's sun.
He was outfitted in white armor. Light carbon-based materials are tailored to the young god's build perfectly. The chest plate was cracked; he tore it off, along with his damaged gorget. Underneath the gorget were a shredded gameson and gussets of leather strappings that crossed his torso. What was left of his combat attire were his left gauntlet, shin guards, and the entire lower half, which essentially remained untouched besides chippings and scratches on the thigh-to-boot region. The chainmail was displaced from around his neck and shoulders, too long for his outfit now; it hung a few inches down around his hips.
The dream abruptly changed, as dreams do.
Land mammals such as pigs, rabbits, camels, and lions' herd in search of an S.O.S., any and all scattered deep into the woods, tails tucked between their legs. Doves in flocks rise and don't look back; they get up and leave.
Jehovah attacked Lucifer. Lucifer blocked and teleported out of Jehovah’s range. Jehovah had a keen insight into where Lucifer was going and made a break for him. Lucifer instantly arrived at his destination, and Jehovah was right there with him, nearly a light-year away.
Jehovah's right hand was bundled up an inch away from Lucifer’s face.
Lucifer froze time with a single plank left. Death called for his name.
Lucifer brought forth a spear of dark matter. He readied his weapon, about to plunge it into Jehovah.
If he couldn't end him by conventional means, then he would take it upon himself to somehow create an empty space in his vessel, returning him to his original form. Everything's in its original state. Nothingness.
Everything started to make a cymbal-like noise, as if flimsy sheet metal were wobbling under the weight of a thousand iron hammers. If you listen close enough, through the clamor, time is being twisted. Gears of time are attempting to turn by a being in complete stasis.
Jehovah's right hand twitched before the laws of physics released his body. He was now in continuation.
Time had been shattered, and reality was affected at the seams in a way never before seen. The tint, tone, and vividness of the infinite azure they were fighting in darkened a shade, and the saturated blues of the sky pigmented into neutral colors.
Lucifer was right there, so close to victory; all he needed was this one fatal blow.
Jehovah hit him first.
God had destroyed the terrain. The ground had caved in, the mountains were now level, and the sea should have been in the line of sight. There was no water to see. The discolored clouds were dispersed. The sensation of quakes shook hibernating sloths, woke volcanoes, and collected innocence in the crossfire. Paradise in apocalypse caused by a single punch.
Jehovah looked down at Lucifer in the rubble and thought, Don’t get up.
He got up. Rolled to his side from his stomach, pushing off the rubble.
Jehovah gradually came down from the sky. Rain is pouring on them. Jehovah’s hand glowed, pulsating as it amassed power.
A look of contempt was on Lucifer’s face. He summoned another spear, and the dream changed one final time.
It could no longer be called a dream. These were God's nightmares.