Am I God?
Sophia Landon was your regular, inquisitive, playful girl who hadn't crossed into her teenage as yet but was soon about to. Curious by nature, she was always bursting with question. Her nature however only brought her negative remarks at the Bible School which her mother forced her to attend.
She always had a question ready before the answer came along. Unlike other eleven and twelve year olds, Sophia didn't have that much faith to believe everything that she was told. She listened all right but believing was a completely different thing. She relished in the thought of a being of all power. A being that could control everything that went around in the world. An Entity that had created the stars in the night sky which she so loved.
Yes, she was in love with the idea of God but had trouble believing that God existed. If he was so caring then she wouldn't have lost her father. If there was a god then her father's killers would have been brought to justice. No, there wasn't a god but she secretly wished there was.
A bell rang somewhere outside the class room. Sophia quickly closed her books and carefully put them in her bag. She checked her desk to see if she had left something behind, she smiled when she saw the sketch she had drawn in class. A silent laugh escaped her lips.
Yes, she did know how to draw angels. She quickly stuffed it in her bag before anyone caught sight of it. Her teachers wouldn't approve of it and if word reached her mother, she would certainly punish her.
Picking up her bag and wishing her teacher good night Sophia quickly walked out of the night school.
It was colder than usual. She pulled at her jacket in an effort to better cover herself and to protect herself from the cold, her efforts were in vain. All she could do now was run back home and sit in front of the heater and she wanted to do so but it seemed as if today wasn't her day.
Over the past few days, at least since the thunder storm it seemed that New York City was undergoing a bad phase. First to hit was the thunderstorm that short circuited the power supply to the entire city. When the power got back on track, the entire subway came to a halt. Luckily, there had been no loss of life, but several people were left stranded for hours in the underground. Her mother was one of such several people. A few days from then, a heat wave hit them recording maximum temperatures touching Fifty-degree Celsius which was followed by several water cuts. It was as if some external force was manipulating the situation to cause pain to the people of New York but Sophia believed that it was just global warming combined with lack of management of resources.
Whatever it was, the lights were out again today. Last time around, at least the street lights were working but this time the entire street was covered in pitch black darkness. Fortunately, her house was just a few blocks down from the school. No so on the fortunate side was the neighbourhood she lived in. She had several times overheard her mother talking to a friend of girls being dragged away in the dark alleys and then subjected to horrific things.
Sophia shuddered at the thought. She didn't want something like that to happen to her. She picked up her pace and could hear the echo of her footsteps. But there was something wrong, she was wearing converse shoes, then where did the sound…?
Sophia froze internally, she continued to walk but a shiver rand down her spine. There was someone following her and by the sound of the heavy footsteps it was an adult and there was more than one. She decided not to look back and picked up the pace, careful not to alert her stalkers. Her mother had always told her to begin by quickening her pace and then running for it when the house or that of a neighbour was close by if she was ever followed.
Her mother's word engraved in her mind, she decided to follow them without question even though her mind screamed her to do the exact opposite. She heard the men quicken their pace behind her as well. She struggled in her head if she should run or not but her mother's words weighed in on her head. She decided to listen to her head but it was too late, the heavy footsteps had already closed in and they were falling faster, similar to the sound of running. Frozen and rooted she turned behind to see three burly men running towards her. Their dark shadows frightened her.
Gripping the wits about her, she ran for it but it was too dark for her to see where she was going and that's when it all ended for her. She tripped on her own foot which gave the men to close enough distance.
Sophia closed her eyes in fear, a sudden chill surrounded her. The temperature seemed to drop by another few degrees. Had it fallen any less Sophia would have only been metaphorically frozen. She heard the sound of the heavy footsteps drawing in close. She started to sob and tried to scramble back on to her feet but her effort was in vain, she had twisted her ankle. Only God, could save her now and in that moment she prayed. There are times of great need, when that seems to be the only logical thing to do. She chanted his name and begged for him to help, oblivious of the cold and the heavy falling steps.
With all her heart and soul she prayed to the almighty to protect her.
The footsteps closed in. She could now hear the ragged breathing and the sound of her whimpering. She could hear them closing in on her but she didn't give up hope and said her final prayers.
That's when it happened. All within less than a second, there was a sound similar to the flapping of wings and the ruffling of feathers followed by the sound of metal screeching against metal. Bewildered, she was about to open her eyes when she heard the blood curdling shriek and then the sound of falling bodies choking on their own blood.
She didn't dare open her eyes rather she heard another pair of light footsteps walk to her. She didn't know what was about to happen to her, would she be subjected to the same fate. Was she going to die? A million negative thoughts coursed through her mind and that was the last that she remembered… her mind faded into darkness.
Next morning when she got up, she was in her own bed. Surprised, she thought it was a dream but she eliminated that thought completely when she saw what was lying on her bedside table. Hesitantly, she reached her hand out to the feather that sat on the table, a black feather, its edge sharper than a metal sword.
She carefully twirled it in her hand. It wasn't a dream, it couldn't be. For the first time in several years she prayed to God. She had finally found faith.
A lone figure stood on the highest peak of the mountain range that was also referred to as the umbrella of the world. Shrouded in black, the man had pale luminescent skin and raven black hair. The sharp cuts and planes of his face gave him a chiselled appearance, accentuating his pale skin. A towering figure, standing erect in sub-zero temperatures and freezing gale force winds; the man's conviction and abyssal black eyes both made him appear formidable.
For a very long time he just stood there. His face expressionless and his eyes vacant, it seemed as if he had no purpose in life. He stood there like a statue, not moving a muscle. The one thing that was evident was that this person was not human. Hell! He was so far from humanity, that they were nothing but annoying bacterium to him. That's how he felt about them.
After what seemed like a lifetime, the man sighed. He raised his hand put it in his court pocket and drew out a book.
Holding it in both hands he carefully observed the book's cover. A smile came to his face as he ran his hand over the image of a man with wings who was looking up to the stars in the sky.
Could it be that the humans knew about him? The man thought to himself. He flicked through the memories of the child he had encountered in dominion of the Olympians. He didn't know why and how but he had felt compelled to help the girl when she had called out to him.
Called out to him… how could she have? It wasn't as if she was more powerful than him. She had simply prayed and he felt as if he was bound to answer to her. It was baffling indeed. How could the child, a mere mortal summon the creator of the universe to do her bidding? But no, she hadn't forced him to answer to her. He simply felt compelled to answer to her request.
The man sighed and turned his attention back to the book. The child's memories although highly informative, were incomplete. The book that the man held in his hand was the same that the girl had obtained all her knowledge from. It was possible that he too could get all his answers from this manuscript. They were several questions that he wanted answers to, Why had he been compelled to answer to her?
He looked to the book; all the answers that he wanted were in this. He kept his hand, on the face of the book and closed his eyes. He pitied the mortals who had to read each and every word in the book to gain knowledge and information. He on the other hand could derive the thoughts of the writer that gave him a better insight of the text.
He concentrated, emptying his mind of all thoughts to make space for new ones. One by one, the thoughts began to flash through. Like a network of current where every lightning's branched into enumerable tendrils which further subdivided. Had he been mortal, so much information at the same time would have overwhelmed him and been the cause of his death.
However it wasn't so with him and although he still had to sift through the information he had the general idea that was capable of answering each and every single question of his.
It seemed the mortals had developed the concept of one god. This God was an entity that had created the universe, the celestial bodies, the earth, heaven, hell and all forms of life. This entity seemed to control the universe, deciding upon creation, preservation and destruction. He was all powerful and ruled the heavens.
The man for a moment seemed to be lost in deep thought still holding the book in both hands, his thin lips curved into a wide smile. It seemed that the mortals' God was synonymous with him. That he was the all-powerful creator of the universe. Now, he understood why he compelled to answer to the girl's prayers.
Any deity, when prayed to with a pure heart was compelled to answer to the devotee's prayer. Although the deity had a choice whether to answer the prayer or not but it was considered an obligation to answer the prayers of the mortal. It had so happened that a mortal's prayer strengthened a deity, imbuing him with power.
The man slipped the book back into the pocket of his overcoat. If it was so that he was this God, then it so seemed that he would have to take over the heavens. After all, Heaven was rightfully his dominion which as of now was being ruled by the Olympians. That simply wouldn't do.
The smile on his face widened but it constricted as soon as another thought came to his mind. A thought not his own, God does not act directly; it's through his angels that he carries out his actions.
Angels? Where had he heard this word before? But the answer came to him even before the question was completely framed in his mind, the girl's memories.
He closed his eyes and again swept through her memories, this time envisioning several sketches the girl had drawn. Sketches of winged men wearing armour with a sphere of illumination surrounding their bodies. With each sketch there was a corresponding thought.
He now had the information that he needed to create his warriors.
He closed his eyes and spread his wings. Calling upon the power within him he willed for his strength to flow through him. Dark widespread wings moulded on the man's back who glowed with pearly luminescence. The dark wings closed, encasing the man within them and with a burst of blinding white light the man disappeared.
Far away from the snowy and arcane heights of the Himalayas on the other side of the planet in a high rise residential building in the financial district of Chicago a young girl woke up from her nightmare with a blood-curdling scream. With thick beads of sweat on her brow, goose bumps all over her body and a shiver down her spine, she screamed for her parents who came running from their bedroom to comfort their daughter.
The girl jumped of her bed and ran to her mother as soon as she entered the room. Crying and screaming she held her mother so tightly that it began to hurt the woman. The visions of her nightmare engraved in her mind. She could even hear them besides that the vision was still clear…
On the banks of a black river stood a man robed in living shadows. The world around him was dark and the air reeked of death. It wasn't hell, no. Shadows swirled around the man like water engulfing him within itself. As the shadows engulfed him the light that he emitted intensified. As the intensity of the shadows increased, so did the light until it became blindingly harsh.
The man glowed like the sun, only the light was much harsher and for some reason appeared to be destructive. The piercing rays of light could stake anyone to a most painful death. The light continued to grow and when it seemed that it couldn't grow any further, the mass of light exploded. The sound waves from the explosion were deafening and were heard across the seven planes.
After what seemed to be a lifetime, the sound waves died down and the light faded away and when it did the man was no longer there. Instead there stood four figures in a perfect quadrilateral, all the same but yet very different. To the South stood a man with an imposing stature, sharp features coupled with a daunting conviction, the man wore compete body armour which to glowed with the harsh light but more than a glow it seemed as if he himself was on fire.
To his right stood a figure with a lithe body and long golden hair, a woman no doubt. Her armour was a molten gold in colour that emitted the same harsh light that had engulfed the dark figure.
Opposite the woman, stood another man, he looked younger than the others but the darkness that surrounded him was far greater. An aura of power surrounded the man. His might was unquestionable and so was the determination on his face.
Last, not the least stood another man. He looked elder than all of them. One sight was enough to deem him formidable. It seemed there was nothing that could stand in his way. Dressed in plain armour of bronze with a billowing cape behind him, the definition inhuman only applied to him. With clear blue eyes and short cropped hair, he was the embodiment of God in the body of the light-bearer.
A/N:
I'd like to thank wacko12. Thanks for adding my story to your community. Head us you have to add the sequel too and you might just get the Hestia X Chaos wish.