Years after the Creation, and years before the present….
Yaldabaoth found himself under that same tree again, but this time, he watered the flowers below it with a wooden bucket. They had grown so much, and it was not uncommon that they would get destroyed or trampled on.
A lot of animals even tried to eat them...
If it weren't for their thorns.
Yaldabaoth was reminded of something Monad said when they had their falling out. When they both had their ultimatum and fully became enemies because of the human race.
"I am not some fragile flower. I have thorns as well. So keep your distance from me, Yaldabaoth."
Monad said this as he drew his sword of Light and slashed a small scar on the Impure One's neck.
Seeing him in that state of callousness, prepared to go for the kill....
It was strange, but not unexpected.
