The Devil's Creation

Introduction

*A Note to the Readers who Have Been with Me from the Beginning*

This introduction is not the same as the one before it. If you want to understand the story it is critical that you read this introduction.

Before the story starts . . . there is a misunderstanding that needs to be cleared up.

Different people have different theories of how hell came to be the devil's quarters, and one thing that everyone should know right now is that not a single one of them has ever figured out the full story.

Heaven hasn't always been called heaven, God was not always a god, and Lucifer was not always the devil.

In the very beginning, hell was just home and neither man had been perfect nor tragically flawed. God had just been Carlisle, and the devil had just been his twin, Edward.

They'd been a simple people, living solely for the sake of living. Things like desire, jealousy, greed, hatred – things that people like you and I know only too well – didn't exist. They'd needed nothing to sustain life – not water, food, oxygen, sleep – nothing but a few heartbeats.

They just . . . were.

One day, though, as Carlisle listened to the beating of his many hearts, he thought of something bigger. Something greater. Something beautiful.

A life of purpose. Of fulfillment. Of curiosity. Of . . . beauty.

This simple thought overcame him though, and he began to look at those like him with pity. 'A life is not a life if it is without purpose,' he'd thought, while gazing at those sitting around him. 'A life is not a life if it is without a possibility of success,' he'd thought, looking at the emptiness that was their land. 'A life is not a life if it does not hold wonder,' he'd thought, noticing the others' empty stares. 'And a life is most certainly not a life without a means to an end,' he'd thought, reflecting on his seemingly endless existence.

He'd stood at his fullest height, gathering the attention of only his twin. Gathering only a slight spark of wonder, of curiosity. Curiosity that was lost only a moment later as Edward's head drooped once again.

He wasn't sure where to start to make this new life he'd thought of, but he knew that it could not be made on such a simple land. And so he started to build stairs. He stacked them one on top of the other, until a different scenery entirely came to his eyes. And then he went on to build a ground and from that ground, new life sprouted. Beautiful life that sparked Carlisle's curiosity, and left him eager for more.

As a consequence of his construction, craters were left in the simple land he'd left behind, and these craters filled with liquid heat. A heat that caused discomfort to most. And so those who were no longer indifferent to their land took the long journey up the steps.

A smaller majority though, including Edward, remained indifferent to the land, and uninterested in his twin's creation. As a result their bodies began to change. The softness of their skin turned hard, their hair darkened just as their eyes did, and they grew.

The heat made them stronger. The heat made them beautiful.

On Carlisle's last trip to this wasteland where they resided he was unable to ignore the changes in their physiques'. Their once simple beauty had become brilliant. The land that was once unbearably simple to him was no longer. It was bright. It was unique. It was . . . stunning, really. But it also caused Carlisle to feel something that no one, at that time, had ever felt before.

A fear of the unknown.

And so he vowed to never return to this land, and scaled his stairs for the last time. And when he reached the top, he struck his fist into the top step, and they all went crumbling down to the land below.

It landed in a heap in front of Edward.

This, and only this, caught his attention. 'Where could this have come from?' he'd wondered, looking above him. 'There is nothing up there,' he'd thought, completely unaware of all that had transpired before his interests' awakening. But then he looked around him.

The land was unrecognizable.

Liquid heat filled every crater, and burning chemicals burst through cracks in the ground forcefully, causing a tint of grey that you and I would recognize as smoke. This made the air dry and lit it to the fullest. There was nothing he couldn't see.

And he stood to his fullest height, something he hadn't done in . . . he didn't know how long. His shadow cast over the few remaining.

The darkness stirred them, and they looked up to see a sight so foreign that they weren't sure how to react.

Edward had grown immensely. His once blonde hair was now a fiery auburn, so wild that it gave the impression that he had horns atop his forehead. His once artless blue eyes were now a piercing green, reflecting easily the burning heat that surrounded him. His once pale skin had darkened to a shining bronze, and his once mediocre frame had transformed into one with such power that it was impossible to ignore.

He was magnificent.

And so they stood as well, only to realize that they, too, had changed, though perhaps not as incredibly as Edward.

'The land,' they'd thought in unison, 'The land has changed us all.' And because of Edward's obvious greatness, they looked at him as a leader.

At this very time, Carlisle realized that perhaps it was unwise to send the stairs crumbling down to his once beloved brothers, and looked over the edge of his new home, hoping that the falling heap had not harmed any of them. And when he did, he saw that curiosity had reached them, as well.

Delight filled his being, and so he called those who resided on the new land with him to help build another set of stairs so that their peers could join them. But by the time the stairs were built, and they'd taken the long journey down them, their old home was a very changed land.

The heat had only intensified since its beginning, engulfing nearly the whole land, and as a result the ground was burnt to black marble. And off into the distance stood a remarkable castle, complete with towers and bridges and glass and marble and beauty that they'd never seen before.

However the heat was much too powerful for them. The air stung their eyes. Their skin felt as though it was melting off. Their hair caught fire.

"Edward," Carlisle had called in the direction in the castle, "Help us!"

Upon hearing his twin's distressed voice a smirk twitched on his lips, and he made his way out of the tower, headed in their direction.

You see, Carlisle had never thought of the consequences of leaving his homeland – the betrayal that it might have felt. He never thought of this land as life, and so it was determined to take his own in such a brilliant fashion that Carlisle would have no choice but to admire its complex nature.

Edward had sided with the land.

It was not Carlisle who gave him his power, it was his home. And Carlisle was undeserving of such a place and its forgiveness.

"Oh, Edward!" Carlisle had been relieved when he first saw Edward, "You must help us!"

Edward's smirk only became more pronounced. "Help you?" he'd spoken deeply, his voice nearly shaking the ground, "Why would I do such a thing, brother?" Carlisle's obvious confusion prompted Edward to continue, "Don't you realize? You have betrayed your home; why would you think that you would be welcome here?"

Carlisle couldn't understand why his twin would speak this way. "We have come to invite you to a better land," he tried to explain. 'Surely,' he'd thought, 'Edward has simply misread my intentions.'

"And why would I wish to leave such precious land – my home?" he inquired.

"To save yourself from the pain of this heat," Carlisle had answered, gesturing to their surroundings.

"It injures only those who are deserving."

"How could you say such a thing?" Carlisle had gasped. "What's happened to you, brother?"

"You're not understanding," Edward chuckles with a shake of his head, "This land has given me power; power that you could only dream of. I have no reason to leave; I wish to stay here. You, on the other hand," he says threateningly, glaring into the innocent eyes of his twin, "Will leave, now, or face the wrath that you so deserve. And that goes for all of you." And with that, he'd marched back to his castle and resumed his seat on his throne.

Upon returning to his new home, his injured peers following behind him, Carlisle began to wonder what power his twin had spoken of. Was it his physical power? Was it his command over the land? Was it the authority that he held over his peers?

He eventually concluded that it was the combination of the three.

It was then that he felt thirst. A thirst for power. A thirst for authority. A thirst for fame.

A thirst for more.

This thirst overcame him just as his curiosity had a time ago. It became all he could think about.

And so he looked around at his surroundings. There was nothing left for him to perfect on his new land.

It was time for him to create another. This land was to be even greater, though. It was to be as magnificently flawed as his brother's, as well as those who he would create to inhabit it.

He started with a sphere, going layer by layer to shape it, painting the soft surface an earthy brown. Then he shed light with a sun, illuminating the land through a sky that matched the color of his eyes.

He went on, after a pause, to carve a winding abyss throughout the surface and then filled it with glistening blue water. Then he decided to put water above the sky as well.

Now it was time to give life to the land. He designed various figures, made up of vibrant colors, and placed them on the surface. This turned the land green.

As he gazed upon his creation, he decided to also give life to the water. He made a moon to allow the waters to move as freely as the air, and the stars to decorate the moon. As he gazed upon his creation once again, he realized that the lives of the plants were quickly fading, and added nutrient to the sunlight so that they would thrive.

Since he'd given life to the water, he decided also to put life in it, and so he made fish. And since there was life in the water, and the plants could live with company on the surface, he decided to put various types of life on the land.

He still was not satisfied with his creation, though. It did not yet hold the intelligence to honor him. Plants were simple, fish were less so, and the land was home to mammals whose intelligence was limited. And so he set out to create creatures with unlimited brilliance, brilliance that could be accessed with something as simple as desire.

Questions stirred though Edward's mind as he watched from a tower in his castle as Carlisle worked with haste. He had to admit that he was fascinated. What exactly was he doing with this creature that he's created? Was he going to send it down to try to change his twin's mind? Would it reside in Carlisle's home as something of a guard? Would he place it on this new land he'd created?

All of these questions only angered him more. 'Not only was his homeland not enough for him, but Carlisle is also unpleased with the first ground he built?' he'd thought with disgust. His thoughts were derailed, though, when Carlisle stepped back from this new creation and it stood.

Edward's brows had furrowed as he looked upon this creation. It was like him . . . but not. He had pectoral muscles that bulged from his chest but the creature's chest was more rounded. He had hair atop his head but the creature's hair was much longer than his own. He had broad shoulders but the creature's were less so. And where he had something large and pendulous between his thighs the creature had . . . something else.

It was something Edward couldn't have imagined in his wildest thoughts.

His stare turned to Carlisle and Edward watched as he murmured the word 'woman'.

'Woman,' Edward had thought. And then he spoke the word out loud, unsure of how he felt about the way it had felt passing his lips.

Carlisle was unaware of this invasion of his privacy though, as he gazed upon his beloved creation. She was perfection. Her hair was the surface of his Earth, her eyes the water and her skin the clouds. Her mind was as flawless as her features.

And she instantly showed gratitude to her creator, and as her thanks turned to devotion, her devotion turned to love. She truly did love him.

And so he called her, "Esme."

Edward was sure to keep a close eye on Carlisle's next actions, and he was astounded to find that Carlisle had not been planning to do anything at all with his creation. She simply roamed Carlisle's land with the sole purpose of being his companion. And with her by his side, Carlisle proceeded to create more of this creature, and the next he'd called 'man'.

He placed one 'woman' and one 'man' on the new land, and he and Esme, and Edward of course, watched over them.

Carlisle's love for his 'men' and 'women' angered Edward, and he set out to harm his brother. Not physically, as Edward had no desire to visit Carlisle's 'heaven' as his creations called it, but to harm him emotionally.

By harming his humans, as Carlisle had decided to call them because as they were all similar . . . they were not quite the same.

And so he disguised himself as one of Carlisle's 'snakes', and got the attention of the 'woman', Eve. She fell easily into his trap, and Carlisle was devastated. Edward continued to trick his precious humans for a time, as Carlisle created more and more and more, growing more powerful with each and every devoted being.

One day, though, when Edward had returned to his 'hell', as Carlisle's humans had called it, he began to think. If Carlisle could create such creatures as his Esme . . . why wouldn't Edward be capable of such actions?

Edward quickly left his tower, scouring hell for materials that he could use for his creation. He gathered liquid and gas heat, several humans from the dungeons, and chunks of the marble ground before he realized that there was one material of his land that he hadn't yet added to his mixture.

The place where Edward had sat so long ago had never been overcome by the heat, and remained soft in texture, brown in color, and so he pinched some between his fingers and added it to his concoction.

Then he mixed it all together.

A creature lay before him, one so astonishingly beautiful that he had to blink several times to be sure that she was real. Her hair had taken on the dark color of his once simple land, though her brows and lashes had taken the color of the new marble ground. Her lips were softer than any humans, and the very striking color of the liquid heat that covered his land. Her body was firm but soft, and her curves were voluptuous.

As he thought of her purpose, he called her "Isabella."

But she was not yet alive.

Edward reached into himself and pulled out one of his many beating hearts to place it in her chest.

Her eyes opened.

And so the story begins . . .

A/N: I told you it was going to be good . . .

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