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Posted by CreepyPants
Inventive... I really like this. I hope that one day comes soon, because I wanna read more. If I were to be a believer in god, heaven and hell... this would be my take on the devil. A being that tests our will, reason and choice... the stuff we are made of. Not necessarily a trickster out to raise hell or even rule hell.
Your title... The Morning Star, very cool and has a few meanings. It's said to have been another moniker for Jesus, Venus in our night sky just before dawn, and Mary that I can think of off the top of my head.
Anyways, I love it... all of it. Dont wuss out!!! 🙂
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The Morning Star
When the great fireball exploded into the earth??s atmosphere, the ink sky was filled with light so incandescent it spread across the infant world like an artificial dawn. And as the rapidly diminishing ball of flame plummeted farther and farther down towards the dark sea below, there came a scream so tortured and terrible that the sheer force of emotion behind it caused the slumbering creatures to stir. Then, with the last of the flames embers snuffed out, the world was engulfed by darkness once more, dragging along with it a silence so hollow it was as though the supernova had never transpired.
But there were signs of movement on the surface of the seas murky waters, and soon a small wave began rushing towards the shores some miles ahead, its steady progress a boiling mass of bubbles and fish. And as he soared through the wave in spirit, the Morning Star looked up to the heavens and mourned his once beautiful body and majestic wings, obliterated into nothingness by the heat of his descent into Earth. But the loss of flesh was but a small price to pay for what was gained, the Morning Star knew, for he had the whole of eternity and beyond to discover the infinite knowledge held by the cosmos and to understand for himself that which the others feared to even conceive let alone ask of Him.
Soon the sun rose into the sky, bringing with it the sixth morning of the world, and the Morning Star admired all that lived and breathed which He had spent the previous day creating. And as he drifted through the Earth in spirit, the Morning Star continued to ponder about that which had brought about his fall to Earth. He had seen it happen while in His presence — an explosion on a grand scale that promised a reality infinitely slower in realisation than He had intended — so wondrous had it been that it piqued something within him to no end until he was consumed by it and it led to his eventual damnation and — ultimately — his freedom.
Gripped by wanderlust, the Morning Star journeyed on through the Earth, past lush rainforests and sparkling glaciers, down frothing waterfalls and over clear rivers, through dusty canyons and barren deserts, eventually happening on the most splendid of places he had seen thus far — a beautiful garden teeming with flora unmatched in pulchritude from one side to the ot