This is a notice that you need to read.

This chapter is just me ranting because I didn't know what to write. This is me going on about my belief. I am not forcing you to read this.

You can read it and comment, If you want of course. Read it at your own conviction.

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A dream.

A dark citadel, a church like one that was built before those of our time. One so magnificent, its roof could fit a giant. Its colored glasses and murals depicting stories told through generations. Pillar tall as behemoths. It was a work of art in itself.

Yet, today it was filled with darkness and black fog. On that trapped the light from reaching. I understood not what was happening, yet as I walked its ground. I saw multitudes worshiping their so-called gods, performing rituals of many kind from many different culture and religions.

Crying so their gods might listen.

I began to panic as I stood among them. I did not where I was, nor what was happening. A overwhelming sense evoked me, to call to My God. I cried, I called in the loudest voice I could muster.

I was answered, but not by God. But by the cries of multitude as they panicked. Something had broken through. While I looked to what was happening, I saw something descend though the dark fog and snatch someone who was next to me.

In fear I called to god again, for protection from this predicament.

Yet again I was answered. A chilly voice filled with triumphant, that it send chills down my spine.

"God is not listening."

I saw a revolting form of an angel. A being mostly human, its whole body pink that connected with its fleshy wings and its talon like feet. It grinned as if enjoyed the fear in my face.

Multiple then descended, picking their prey.

And in fear I ran.

I ran as one by one, those around me were picked. I ran towards the stairs. The demons then descended before me. He was enjoying this. He looked eyes with me as he slammed into the stair, breaking the ground.

I fell through the ground, multiple debris fell on me, sealing me in. But I could see, see the darkened sky through the gap.

The world was done,

.....

"Why are you still here?"

Zion asked immediately when he found Amaterasu waiting for him at the shelter.

"Well, my guide went away on his own," Amaterasu spoke in a teasing tone.

Zion huffed in annoyance as he looked to the sky wishing for God to take him. His faith blindly radiating as his annoyance was getting the better of him. Amaterasu, watching the gesture, followed where the faith was connecting, where it was reaching.

"So, that's who you worship," Amaterasu spoke.

"Yeah," Zion lowered his head.

"But he doesn't interfere much in your affairs," Amaterasu pointed out.

"Well," Zion shrugged, "He is better than you all, and he did his work when he made this universe. We can't blame him for all the evil we commit."

"Well, I won't complain since we haven't managed humans in centuries," Amaterasu replied with a similar shrug. "But I do hope you show me around."

"Okay, let's continue then," Zion gestured towards the door.

He then turned to the small round ball that was floating next to him, "You can do the rest, right?"

['Yes, sir.']

"Okay, we can leave now," Zion stated as he turned to leave.

Amaterasu, moving quickly, took his hand, holding his left as she pulled him through the door. Zion looked at her for a moment, his eyes trying to look into hers.

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"So, why don't you tell me about how you got to know your GOD?" Amaterasu asked.

"I grew up in a church orphanage," Zion answered.

"As a human?" Amaterasu questioned.

"Yes. I lived there for all I can remember. Just living my life as the black sheep among white unicorns. Drifting as wind blew in the ocean of the unknown. The pastor of the orphanage preached the word of God every day, yet I cared not to listen.

People think that we believe because that's all we know. What they don't know is how much anger and pain we have when everything is for God. Is God the reason why you are so miserable, why you were abandoned by your parents? Left at the foot of the church on a cold night?

Yeah, they don't.

I lived at the church not exactly filled with faith. Sleeping through the preaching, never even listening as I let my mind wander the universe. But my friend Mark was a very firm believer. He wouldn't even let me sleep in peace."

Zion smiled, reminiscing the memories.

"He was annoying.

But as time drifted past, I caved. I wanted answers. I searched and found them. God, or Jesus as dubbed, is the only one who could love us so much as to sacrifice himself for humans. For his creations.

Normally, I would just flip him off, but he was the best among the bunch. You, on the other hand, know all about the gods. Not exactly a loving bunch, are you?"

"Not exactly," Amaterasu agreed but smiled as she thought of something. "So how did you figure out the trinity? It was fun watching the mortals run around trying to comprehend something so simple."

Zion nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I know. It's simple but not easy. It takes time and understanding. I mean, I wouldn't blame anyone for saying we worship three gods. It's understandable."

"So how did you even comprehend?"

"Easy, it's similar to my situation. Author, me, and his words? The Author, the creator of the universe. Me, his avatar to do his will. And his words that guide us all. In a sense, we are a trinity. I do have the will to do what I want to do, but the Author has more authority. Then comes the words that guide us all.

So, in a sense, I do nothing but by the will of the Author.

You get it?"

"You are confusing," Amaterasu pointed out as she shook her head.

Zion sighed in defeat, "I was never the best at explaining things without confusing the other person. But in a sense, we are all made of the Author, yet we are separate beings."

"You are as confusing as a Sunfish."

"I heard people eat that; does it taste good?"

"But what about the atheist? They would deny everything at each step," Amaterasu was digging into Zion's mind.

"Of course, but I have very highly advanced technology that some would call magic. But again, the argument is always that humans created gods. I, in a sense, could say they are right, but the question is why? Why would intelligent humans who came from monkeys be so adamant about having something to worship?

But if you think that humans are so adamant about God, it's because we try to find something we lost. As creations, we are searching for our father in times of need, to shelter us from the storm. It is an instinctual reaction.

The whole point is that we are trying to fill up an empty void with other things."

"Humans have always been spiritual. Added to their curiosity, they make a bad combo," Amaterasu joined.

"Humans are also stupid in a sense, and science is a path of never-ending discoveries. There is no end to it, and science is only correct until someone proves it wrong. And with the Earth's scientific capabilities, they couldn't even understand the full power of quantum physics.

And I would say, we are pretty special when we are chosen to be more than a cosmic accident. A clump of lust that somehow stuck together. I am pretty sure I am not just matter, and neither are the people I care about, nor are those that I interact with.

We have a soul, and it is our duty to save it."

"You spoke as you know and don't know. You are stupid," Amaterasu teased.

Zion smiled, "I am just human, and now I have someone to whine and talk stupid things about. Someone who would listen, someone who will love me for who I am. Someone who would extend his hand no matter how many times I fall.

I am not mentally sane, nor are most humans."

"But we are real," Amaterasu pointed out. "We have lived among humans since their dawn."

"Yeah, but I am not speaking to you," Zion commented.

"Then?"

Zion looked at me (Readers), "I am talking to you. There is no need to believe, but when times are hard, give him a chance. He will show you wonders."

Amaterasu tilted her head like she didn't understand.

"You wanna get Gotham Fried Chicken?" Zion asked as they arrived near one.

"It's oily," Amaterasu commented.

"Well, I will just get one for me then," Zion commented as he walked into the joint and placed his order.

Zion walked out with a chicken bucket and a fried crispy chicken in his hand. "You want one?"

"Really? After all that talk about being spiritual," Amaterasu declined.

"Well, people don't like listening to scripture. It annoys their heart," Zion stated the truth. "It's not easy to change the heart of men."

Amaterasu just shook her head.

"Do you want one?" Zion asked the random passerby.

The man freaked out by the sudden question and kept walking. Zion shrugged and took another piece.

"So, then when did you realize that you were one of us?" Amaterasu questioned.

"It happened recently, when I awakened my knowledge?" Zion guessed.

"So, you received back your memories and regained your power. But you don't belong to any pantheon?"

"Nah," Zion stopped a woman, "You want one?"

The woman looked at Zion as if he was insane before hurrying away.

"So you got no pantheon, nor do you have a narrative. Are you from the other side?" Amaterasu questioned.

"Nope."

"There are about hundreds of millions of pantheons in the god sphere, are you not from any of them?" Amaterasu asked.

"Nope, always been on Earth," Zion answered.

"So you do belong to the Earth's pantheon," Amaterasu said thoughtfully. "Maybe you belong to a yet forming myth."

"Probably," Zion reached out to the guy who was minding his business. "Want one?"

The man looked at Zion before taking the chicken out of his hand. "Thanks, man."

"Good to be of service, brother," Zion handed him the whole bucket.

He didn't wait and continued walking.

"What are you even doing?" Amaterasu asked.

"You extend a hand to people, but only some take it," Zion preached.

Amaterasu sighed, "Can you be serious? I am trying to find your pantheon."

"Why would you?" Zion asked. "It's a waste of time, anyway."

Zion then took Amaterasu around Gotham, showing her many things.