A Golem (/ˈɡoʊləm/ GOH-ləm; Hebrew: גּוֹלֶם , gōlem) is an animated anthropomorphic being in Jewish folklore which is entirely created from inanimate matter (usually clay or mud). In the Psalms and medieval writings, the word golem was used as a term for an amorphous, unformed material.
The most famous golem narrative involves Judah Loew ben Bezalel, the late-16th-century rabbi of Prague. Many tales differ on how the golem was brought to life and controlled."-the golem is a highly mutable metaphor with seemingly limitless symbolism. It can be a victim or villain, Jew or non-Jew, man or woman—or sometimes both. Over the centuries, it has been used to connote war, community, isolation, hope, and despair."
It was night time as two figures traveled on opposite sides of the large forest. One was the God of Contracts. The other was a highly shunned Alchemist from the land called Khaenri'ah. The two had agreed to meet on the night of the full moon. As the God of Contracts stopped at the edge of the clearing, hiding in the thick dense undergrowth of the bushes and trees. He watched with careful eyes as a smaller person walked up. They stopped as well as the God chuckled softly under his breath.
"Rhinedottir. It's been a long time my sister in Alchemy." A dark voice echoed out softly as a woman in a black cloak that shimmered as if it was threaded with starlight, stepped into the full moon's light.
Her long blonde hair spilled in tumbles down the front of her chest as her shorter stature broke into the clearing, the meeting place of a god and a mortal, "Long time indeed Morax, what brings you to my place of Sinning? Are you on another task to kill me again?" She spoke, her voice holding no qualms of anger as her head tilted upwards, although her hood covered her face in shadow, there was still a reason to fear the one they called, "Great Sinner."
Morax chuckled softly, he knew that she would ask that question as his bright, sharp orange colored eyes broke the darkness from where he stood in the shadows. He walked forward, allowing his body to be bathed in the moonlight. Robes of white and gold trimmings covered the god's form as his arms were bare, showing the inky black skin that had been bathed in rock, bright gold veins showed his godship as he walked towards Rhinedottir. "You know I could never harm one of my own blood. The others demand your death, but I can not bear to strike my greatest sin." He said as the woman moved her head to the side, tilting in a way,
"Morax, you know it is against The Sevens Code of Principles. Did they issue the order for you to slaughter me once again?" She asked
Morax nodded, "Indeed, you've touched something that they fear is too powerful." He said
Rhinedottir chuckled, the noise sounded almost dead and tuneless, "I have created a beautiful form of Life. He is my greatest Creation." She responded lightly.
Morax took a deep breath, "You've crossed a dangerous line between worlds, Rhinedottir. The Gods have never been so angry that you still are living."
Rhinedottir smiled, "Although you do not mind that I have crossed this line Morax?" She asked
God of Contracts, smiled at the Alchemist, "Never my daughter. I am merely impressed at your skill."
Rhinedottir nodded, "Have you seen him yet?" She asked him
Morax nodded, "I've seen the boy from afar. Have you brought him here tonight?" He asked
Rhinedottir nodded, "Of course no mother would leave their newborn alone would they?" She replied back as she snapped her fingers. From the undergrowth of the thick forest, a young man walked into the clearing to stand next to his Master and Creator. He had long blond hair that brushed along the green ground, the ends of his hair had leaves tangled inside, as his skin was a milky pale, almost as if he was made from the purest of moonlight. His eyes were a dull blue as if he had no soul behind them. Although he moved like a man born of mankind, he acted like a puppet of sorts.
Morax shivered at the sight of something this alive. "How is this possible Rhinedottir?" Morax asked as he walked closer to the young man.
The woman smirked, "By gold and Alchemy, Morax. What you see before you is the first human made from chalk and gold. This is what the people of Alchemy can do! We can create a world of synthetic human beings." She smirked more, "We haven't fully understood any of his abilities, but we do know he doesn't understand human emotions or feelings. His heart needs a starter, there is an element missing from my notes."
Morax swallowed thickly as he looked towards Rhinedottir, "You've created a soulless being? Does he even bleed?"
Rhinedottir as the other shook her head, "Sadly, our research hasn't seen if he bleeds or not. His heart doesn't even pulse like ours do." She explained as she placed a hand on the blond man's head, "Which makes him a perfect weapon." She sighed, "Sadly we have much to teach him before we can use him to the fullest."
Morax nodded, "I see, and how do you plan on using him to be a weapon?" He pressed on with the questions about the artificial life form that stood in front of him. The young man didn't even appear to be breathing, nor did he move from his spot next to the Great Sinner.
Rhinedottir tilted her head, "Hopefully to be the fall of mankind." She said softly as she slowly ran her hand down the blond man's hair, "For now, he shall be my student." She said as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders to turn him, "If that is all you wanted to know, Morax, we shall take our leave."
"Rhinedottir, if he is to end mankind, I must warn you now, the Others will not stop until he is dead." Morax warned the other, the threat of death laid thickly in the tensed up air.
Rhinedottir chuckled, "I know, but the Gods can not see everything. You know that just as much as I do, Morax." She said, with that the Greatest Alchemist walked away with her Creation.
Morax smirked as he watched them go. He enjoyed watching Rhinedottir create what Alchemy could assist her in. The two had a long history, as gold is a key element in making many things. Morax turned as he walked back to his dwelling. He would watch over the Creation with no name. As the Creation would be the end of all endings.