THE DEITY, THE SERPENT, AND THE EGG:
Segment I of The Scripture Of Ultimate Origins
Before everything, there was nothing.
Everyone believes in an interpretation of how the world was created one way or another.
The most adapted and rewritten belief was that a powerful force of divinity was conceived to initiate creation. An entity beyond majestic and transcendent for the mere human mind to comprehend materialized from the vast emptiness.
Most would believe that was the beginning. That from nothing, there arose all that there was, all that there is, and all that is to be.
How the Eidolon wished to let them know how wrong they were.
Indeed. Before the onset of time, there was the Eidolon. Some would say They were the first creation. But it was by Their authoritative voice that the universe assembled. To others, They were the embodiment of creation itself.
However, what the creations didn't understand was that the Eidolon had always existed. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.
To bring Their ideas to be beheld, the Eidolon opened Their eyes and then the light became the first creation, and established Their kingdom Avalon with the primordials and the aurates.
The aurates, born from the light of the Eidolon, served in the Court of the Sacred and exemplified Their unchallenged capability. Ancient scriptures described them as incomprehensible entities who tear at the mind of those whosoever as much glances at their true forms.
Meanwhile, the primordials were surreal forces embodying the ideas of the Eidolon, whose commands bestowed them the ability of movement to effectuate the canvas of Their design according to each's given ability.
The Primordials Of A Million Limbs spewed and spread their inks, founding the universe.
To mold the cosmic rocks and ice that amassed into planets, the Primordial Of All Colors shredded its residues and fallen feathers becoming the gasses, plasmas, and nebular remnants, dropping its preborn egg.
The Primordial Whose Silk Sowed Symphony designed the Celestial Web composed of the Sun at its heart and the eight most beautiful planets with the preborn egg among them called the Sphere.
To fertilize its surface to sprout vegetation, the thousands of the Primordials Who Crawl caked into the earth. Their writhing motions shaped the geographic landscapes. For the final touch, the Eidolon commanded the Sphere to give rise to the beastlies.
They ordained the primordials to craft their own inceptions. Thus were the Nyrhaeans made. Lifeless but beautiful in their own eccentricity.
Then the Eidolon strewed seeds in the dirt and grew a batch of wheat, ground them, and sprinkled them with salt and sugar. They gobbled the granules and chewed. When the Eidolon opened Their mouth, out came a composite shaped in Their image, which They heated near Their heart of hearth to a perfect texture.
Placing all creations on the Sphere, the Eidolon breathed life into them.
The first man and the Nyrhaeans coalesced together with nature. But even then, the man felt lonely. Thus, the Eidolon sliced the man's sleeping body and soul into half and took one out of his two hearts. From the remnants, They created the woman, and with the man, they were bounded.
All of these were recorded by the aurates in the spindling thread of the Primordial Prime known as time.
Everyone merrily feasted and tirelessly threw gatherings, for the Eidolon ruled with harmony and gave all Their children the gift of free will. In everything They executed, They did out of love--the kind that transcended all interpretations.
Hence, Avalon was the perfect kingdom. Until one being proposed an alternative, claiming to be able to establish a better world.
One of the aurates strayed from the light. Its absence bore the roots of darkness in their core and turned them into the Supreme Deviant.
Shifting into the most beautiful winged serpent, they offered the man and the woman all the knowledge and power equal to the Eidolon by eating the red-tinted fruit from the Divine Tree.
Only that the Eidolon forbade it. "Wash yourselves in the milky waterfalls from the bosoms of the rocks and graze your feet on the heart of the meadows. Relish in the rich greens, tree saps, and all the fruits from the Divinity Tree. Each sweet and tender to your fill. The Ambrosian Apple caresses your tongue with its soft and succulent flesh you will never tire. The Elysian Grapes make for the best wine for feasts. And the Citrus of the Ages forever satiates your palate.
"All these are yours to satisfy yourselves with, but this one edict I bid, creatures of the Sphere, that you are not to eat the fruit laced with blood from the Divine Tree. Lest death will trail you on your every cautious step down to your descendants."
Yet, the serpent persisted. "Come and eat from its luscious flesh. If They created you with Their own hands in Their own image, would it not also be within your heritage that you are endowed with the same power and knowledge They wield? You are invited to claim this enlightenment."
The woman, pleased at the fruit's reddest shade the eye could comprehend, plucked it and took a bite, and insisted her husband eat from it too. Though hesitant at first, he also bit and swallowed.
Through this disobedience against the Eidolon, darkness has entered the Sphere and into the hearts of all creations.
The serpent transformed into its true size and swallowed the Sphere, marking the century when it had not reveled in the light of the Sun. Before it could eat it whole, the Eidolon struck its wings, cursing them to forever crawl. The once majestic land had divided into the nine landmasses.
The earth was cursed to devour all life with its worms as death loomed over them. Hardships prevailed from the invitation of the shadows, commencing the clash between the light and the darkness.
As for all who can comprehend this story of emergence, one couldn't help but wonder...
If the Eidolon was all-knowing, all-present, all-powerful, but most of all, a deity of pure love, had They not foreseen the fall of Their creation? If so, why had They not stopped it?