Scribe
Chapter 4: Slate
By Woman of Letters
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SPN100 Challenge. WOW: Scale. The genesis of Angels, as told by the Scribe. General Spoilers for Seasons 8, 9 and 10. A multi-chapter drabble story.
Chapter 4: In which things are still blank…
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Before humanity, The earth
Was greyscale, charcoal blacks,
dingy whites,
Like clothing scrubbed too often
Choppy waves, foaming spouts of
Muck,
Turbulence embodied,
Formless emptiness.
While Heaven...
the most ardent colors.
Multi-faceted jewels arrayed
Against ever-changing landscapes,
Shifting sands hardened to basalt or glass...
Material descriptions filtered for Man,
hardly encompassing our Spiritual Nirvana.
That was Heaven:
Space without space, realm with no rules,
Nothing,
And Everything,
existing together.
Angels soaring
through corners of chaos,
playing the quantum possibilities
in the Lord's palace.
That was Heaven.
Until our souls split.
The day of the cataclysm.
The day that Man began.
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A/N Hope you like this. One of my friends and fellow writers said she found it very disturbing. Please let me know what you think!