Brothers-In-Arms

Theysat together , in silence, as if waiting for the impossible to happen.Two brothers, sharing the milky void of non-existence, waiting for a spark of thought.The first one, the younger, called Luci by the older, though the age deferential was decided unanimously, took a few seconds---- and a million years sidled idly by ----- to blow smoke rings through the nose on his no-face.Then, after the pause, he asked: “Let’s make a world.” To this, his elder replied, “What kind of world?” And, not missing a beat, arrhythmic pulse of the universe sounding none so near norever so far from the truth of his next words: “One with people.” And, ------- said “What are people?” *** Now the two brothers were very talented – one extremely sharp and quick-witted, charming, the other one emotionally stable, liernal – agents of order in the primordial pool of chaos, their bodies composed of that stretchy black canvas, the cartography of stars (pre-Beings).Their minds, too, convalesced to a photostringent nescience.But the brothers loved each other. And couldn’t imagine a day when this would not be so. *** Until she was created.The angel hierarchy was challenging, to gods even, much to be decided.Luci, ever the younger, wanted an underscopic field of spontaneity, randomness,but the other said that people must have Destiny as the guiding light, they must be governed by accretion, for that which cannot be held accountable by fate cannot be held responsible in life.Being good brothers, they negotiated, cooperated, and reached an accord. And people, inevitably, were made to love the brothers.For who they were. For what the gods were. *** Luci was beautiful, moreso than anything, but he was unaware, for -------‘s power was in inhibiting this desire for loving too strongly the SELF.The brothers were inseparable, however, one with analytical acuteness unmatched in its cerebral sentience, the other with irresistible charm. Then, one day Luci became displeased.His displeasure turned into frustration, which heightened to self-hate, which turned on him and he not only loved himself but became aware of himself, his brother’s suppression of this, and he hated him for that.To this day, out of all the things that could’ve gone wrong, whether they didn’t or should have, God still has no idea what went awry. *** How it came to war was, the WORD spread to angels and humans alike (that’s what God called them, angels – that’s what Luci called them, humans).Violence spread from breathing heart to bleeding heart, fueling the inferno-driven hate and mutated, morphing love that once was good.For a split second, Luci glimpsed the aeonic eternity that the bitterness must have been housed for. Then, a conversation: “Where did we go wrong?”(God) “Where did we ... where did you?”(Luci) “Yes, me as in I as in I am who I am andyouare not who you are.” “I knew the people was a bad idea.” “It was your idea.” “I know. And I am bad.” *** Tossing and torturing amidst the corrugated clouds of irresolute destitution, across silver slipstreams and sandy curtainfalls of time, God wonders lastingly where it is at, and why it took so long in the first place. Maybe I’m not myself. The connection is broken; does that mean humans (the word is so strange on his not-tongue, Lucifer’s word of prophetic inevitability) are doomed to die?Will they fail because my own infallible brotherhood proved its fallacy? What hope do men have where gods hold none? This I promise, in the near-as-yet or too-far-to-see future I will raise a son to save my true and rightful children, this war thrust upon them by my brother.Maybe I can save him too. *** (underearth) Let him raise the sun, let him heir to kingdoms of the world, high and low. Let him live while I may die, in the end, over and over again. Let him be the Christ child, and I will be his antichrist.