Witch's Creation Myth
I was trying to write the rather typical Witch's Creation Myth... But it went a little astray towards the end. I've been checking out too much of Duo Dark Shinigami's gallery on Deviant Art too much, I guess. If you want to see what inspired the ending check out his fantastic, fantastic artwork at: duodarkshinigami.deviantart.com
Creation... Gone Astray
Beyond the veil of the mists of time there was a great nothing and everything, for this far beyond the veil nothing was everything and everything was nothing. This greatness took form and it developed a consciousness, or else the sleeping consciousness of the greatness awoke. Two things motivated this consciousness and one was curiosity. Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to exist? Why am I here? What can I do? There were no answers to these questions, for such things did not exist. The other motivation for the great consciousness was loneliness. It was alone. It solved loneliness by dividing itself into two equal beings. It had never known the thought that it could not do such a thing, so what was to stop it?
These beings were opposite and the same. Still, they were so much the same and it displeased them. Only two beings existed, a part of the great consciousness more than they were separate from the great consciousness. They did not know separate thoughts or actions. In action as well as in thought they were as one. They endeavored to create beings that were not alike, that were not as one. And in the two original beings came the beginnings of the ideal of diversity. So, the two beings created more like and unalike themselves and the great consciousness. They imagined into being other things and creatures. They created light and dark, taking it from themselves in its purest forms. One could not exist without the other and where you found one you could always find the other. Things that came to be were elements such as earth, air, fire, and water. They also created metal, wood, wind, and lightning.
The great bodies of earth became the collective body of the Goddess, and the great waters of these bodies of earth became her womb. The Goddess, for one of the original beings was the embodiment of femininity, created with her Consort things that pleased her. They were light, dark, and every color in between. These new creatures flashed and glittered with brilliance, but they were raw and knew only to please the Goddess. The God, that which was masculinity, made things of strength and protectiveness. But these creatures would do anything to please him. These new creatures were more separate from the great consciousness and still apart of it, as all things were and would always be, but they were not so separate from their creators that they were capable of separate thought.
The two original, great beings wondered. They asked themselves, if we were to create children different from ourselves, creatures that were other, would they find their way back to us? Or would our children become better than we are? Could they, would they, teach us? The God and Goddess truly loved their children so they decided to let them go. They cast their thoughts far and wide and created the universe, as it once was, wide open and empty. They filled it, slowly but surely, with homes for their children and places to explore. Of these companions there were adversaries, to challenge them, and friends to help them succeed. Through it all, the God and the Goddess watched over their children and the worlds they had created for them.
The first lesson the God and Goddess learned was that they could not interfere in the daily lives of their children. The God gave to his follower’s many miracles and promises. He gave unto them another child, a blessed son. It was a time when the blind were given sight and the waters parted for those who sought freedom. The Goddess did so as well, blessing a daughter and giving unto her the greatest knowledge and power of magic and herbs. But gifts given unearned were false and not worth treasuring. How could their children grow if their parents saved them from every challenge? The God and Goddess wished for their children to grow and be strong. They wondered if their children would become more than they had ever dreamed, but their children could not grow at all if their parents did not let go enough for these children to blossom on their own.
So, for many years the power to heal the sick and part the waters became quiet, as the God commanded. The greatest knowledge was lost in the sands of time, as was the will of the Goddess. But this power and that knowledge was not lost forever, in time the children of the God and Goddess earned back the things they had lost. Over time the knowledge of magic and plants returned to the children. The waters became as much man’s roads as the land had been. And the day came that modern science could heal those who could not see. But as with all knowledge and power there was a price. The cost of that knowledge was the innocence of the children. The price for that power, the power to be independent of their creator’s was that the children of the Goddess and the God grew distant from their parents.
I was here for all of it. Well, most of it. I was created soon after life began. I was one of the first creations of the Goddess and the God. When they created Life they also created Death, in order to keep the universe balanced one must be there to meet the other. I am a grim reaper, a pale death, one of the rider reapers. I am an ignoble lord, a heathen priest, and a servant to Death. I am one of the spawns of Death. In my former days I simply slaughtered those who were going to die and helped guide the wandering souls of those who sought the other side. Those were the days, the golden years, for those like me. Remember, I told you about those times, when divine gifts were given too freely by those who created us. Ah, well, that is what has past. Whatever my nostalgia is with those times, and I think it is the simplicity of my former existence; I am still fascinated by the modern world.
My pale hand, with its long inhuman nails, trailed down along the side of the woman’s cheek. I don’t dare touch her, but I can stroke her energy, her life. She is pale, as well, but it is a pale white. My more demonic form, I suppose you could call it, is a pale blue like the dead. Her skin is like strawberries and cream to my eyes. That pink is the blood running beneath her skin, warmed by her life force. She doesn’t know my demonic form. But she knows me. As a human she knows me very well, indeed, and the more she knows of me the more fascinated I have grown. My fascination with the modern world is not so much its marvels as it is the growth of myself. My fascination is this mortal. My fascination is... My fascination is my love, something I had not known before. Not like this. Not like her.
She stirs in her slumber, not physically, but her essence stirs at my touch. She senses my presence. I await her response, knowing but not yet believing what it will be. I have spent many nights by her bedside, even a few days when she brushed my master by a little too closely for my comfort. She responds differently than most. Most recoil from my presence, knowing that a priest of Death is no one to be near. She is not a typical mortal. She is my love and I think her soul knows that, and perhaps she feels as I do? Maybe that is why she warms to my touch, why she moves closer. Her essence wraps around mine. Whether she knows it or not she pulls me closer, even as my better sense tells me I should not answer the call of her bright, sweet soul.