True Genesis - Verse 1
In the nothingness before time's dawn,
A god of infinite form lay,
Its essence deep and darkly drawn,
A primal force that longed to stay.
But loneliness in shadows grew,
An emptiness that craved release.
The god decided to undo
Its ethereal form to find eternal peace.
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"Bullshit." Felix said, his voice cutting through the darkness like a knife.
He took a long, slow sip of his wine, savoring the taste. "If you want to tell a story, tell it right. Not some fantasy nonsense. Even dead, your descendants keep lying everywhere they go," he added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
This verse, although seemingly very poetic, was simple to understand. In short, at the beginning of everything, a bored god decided to shatter their body for some reason...
Felix couldn't help but smile as he read the lies of the stars and spread them as truth. He was amused by how these fabrications slipped so easily into people's beliefs.
At least, he found some comfort in understanding how deception worked—a skill he did not even develop that much over twenty-something years of existence as a living sack of flesh floating aimlessly in the void.
Taking a dramatic pose, Felix began his performance." Lies," he mused, "Such strange tools… Crafted to keep order in the chaos. They're the threads that weave society's illusions, shaping the false reality people accept…"
"...At least that would be what I'd say if I actually cared about the politics or philosophy of those bipedal monkeys called humans," he said aloud. "But I must admit, those monkeys are really good at it. I mean, creating countless lies and living in them as easily is truly something I must say."
His thoughts wandered beyond the human realm. "Luckily for me, there's no such thing in the void," he said, his voice taking on a more somber tone.
Felix finished his wine, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he sighed and added, "Even if there are creatures out there, they lack will or soul. They only use instincts as their guide in their endless quest to devour each other. I suppose it could be called a …cultural difference?" He thought with a small smirk.
"...Damn it. I started a monologue again," he cursed aloud.
Felix glanced up at the sky through the window as he put the holy book down.
A veil of clouds obscured the constellations and stars, but Felix could still make out their patterns through the gaps in the misty cover. The stars twinkled faintly, like distant beacons in the dark expanse.
Turning his attention back to earth, Felix looked at the time. It reads 2 am. With a sigh, he prepared himself to go out. "Well, it's time. I'd have preferred to do this differently, but… desperate times call for desperate measures."
Rising from his seat, Felix left his home, pulling his long coat tighter against the chill and the light drizzle of winter.
Slowly, he made his way through the narrow streets, moving from the comfortable middle-class area toward the slums of Gate. Gate was a city of contrasts, where sleek skyscrapers stood in stark opposition to its poorer districts' crumbling shanties and grimy alleyways. The slums, in particular, were a haven for those who had fallen through society's cracks.
Felix wandered through the city until he reached a desolate street littered with trash and marked by the shadows of those who lived there. The grim alleyway was a canvas of decay, each corner telling stories of forgotten lives or lives no one would notice if they suddenly disappeared.
Slowly, Felix extended his hand, revealing a small, pulsating piece of flesh he had waited over 25 years to obtain. Fortunately, this fragment had appeared in the city of Gate without anyone noticing, a stroke of luck that allowed Felix to retrieve it easily. However, he wasn't sure he'd be so fortunate next time. He would likely have to travel next time.
The flesh was a bizarre mass, darker than the void itself, a color beyond comprehension. This eldritch fragment seemed to absorb light, a living object whispering secrets no one should hear. Its surface shimmered with an oily iridescence, hinting at dimensions unseen, a swirling mass that defied natural laws.
"My current body is too weak. I can't do much with just this small piece of my real body, and there's a risk of being caught. Instead…"
Felix remained indifferent as he tossed the piece of flesh onto the grimy pavement.
"Let them grow this seed and see what they get."
Unsurprisingly, the meat landed with a wet thud, merging into the muck of the street, a stark contrast to its lifeless surroundings. Turning away, he left the fragment to its fate.
"Whoever gets the chance to taste my flesh… Hopefully it is not some randoms." he mused silently, "I don't expect much but I hope they won't disappoint me. Also… I really need to stop with these monologues," he said as he walked away.
As Felix walked toward the tiny apartment his salary barely covered, his footsteps echoed softly. He felt the first drops of rain and glanced up at the sky where constellations and stars ruled.
However he seemed more interested in what was currently hiding them "Seems like it will rain soon. I forgot to take an umbrella."
Behind him, the alleyway transformed under the downpour. The darkness deepened as the raindrops fell, each one splashing into the ground with a wet plop.