To Jericho, who loved me as much as I loved him. It was more than received recognition. May you be born again someday as you desired, into a wonderful life.

Prologue: The Book of Errors

God exists in Eternity: cascading space in a timeless plane, where he watches over the entirety of creation.

A curious scene comes to his attention — it is Satan tempting Jesus, but it is in error.

He takes a closer look.

Standing beneath a leafy canopy is Samael, wearing a robe of pure silk. It is the dragon robe of the Chinese Emperor.

Samael had sought him out earlier, after hearing the Dragon Emperor proclaim himself as the Son of Heaven.

"If I adopt this man as my son," he'd reasoned, "then as his father, I will become God by default."

He even honored the man by appearing before him in his own dragon form.

But the Emperor was a complete disappointment.

"Screamed at the mere sight of me!" he scoffed. "Didn't even lie about being a dragon himself! Unfit to be my son."

For not accepting him as his father or his God, Samael took the Emperor's clothes as payment for wasting his time.

The golden silk of his new robe gleaming in the sunlight, he seeks out Jesus of Nazareth, who is meditating in the wilderness.

He has heard this man also claims to be the Son of God, and takes human form to make his approach.

Seeing him from afar Jesus stands still as a tree.

He immediately discerns that the one approaching is his father's adversary, Satan.

Samael's fingers glide tauntingly over an embroidered dragon:

"If you really are the Son of God, tell me: How many fibers of silk are woven upon my Dragon Robe? Surely you must know, the exact number of caterpillars that have danced along each thread, with their dainty feet? Tell me if you know, Son of God!"

Had he been in the Spirit, Jesus was sure he could answer such a question. But limited in this human form, it was impossible.

He wasn't interested in playing Samael's game. Jesus locked eyes and bluffed.

"It is written: 'Your spoil will be gathered as the caterpillar gathers. Men will leap on it as locusts leap.'"

Samael was pleased with his words. "May I gather spoil, as the caterpillars gathered all this silk. A fine blessing, my future Son."

"I am not your son."

"Not yet, truth-teller. Not yet."

God-in-Eternity was astounded.

Satan being pleased with Jesus? Can such a timeline exist?

Such a massive error must surely be investigated.

He skips briefly to another scene: It is Adam & Chavah, with their children. He flicks through their time as if it were pages in a book.

Adam, looking upon his firstborn: "Chavah, do you think he could be our savior? The one to defeat that serpent and relieve us of our curse?"

Chavah: "Yes he Cain."

Adam, looking upon Cain's twin: "What about this one?"

Chavah: "Yes, he is Able."

A daughter sits eating dates.

Chavah: "Awan a fruit."

Adam: "That's it, I'm naming the children from now on." He names their next daughter Aclima.

. . .

Chavah: "Hey Adam, Aclima the hill today—"

Adam: "Enough! Enough already!"

. . .

Chavah: "Do you know why your father named wolves 'wolf'? Because it starts with 'wooooo'."

Adam: "Chavah that is not why, for the love of God. Stop."

God wonders to himself if he has missed something in creation. Of all the multitudes of timelines, this one is completely foreign to him.

To be all-knowing, he must come to know and understand this anomaly universe. He calls it, The Book of Errors.

For to God, every universe appears as a book, with all its pages occurring at once.

He flips this book close to its end.

I-AM-God: "Samael, did you never notice? My name, is in your name. I AM, in your name, S-AM-ael. Did you think it was the EL? You thought wrong."

"From now on, you will be Sammael, am and ma, forwards and backwards. Two M's, two AM's."

. . .

A being appears, a magnificent dragon of darkness, hyperdimensional and all-encompassing, robed in velvet shadow with galaxies as embroidery.

It is the Universal Dragon Robe: a covering separating the existent from the non-existent. A shadow surrounding creation and parting it from oblivion.

God speaks to it from his throne.

I-AM-God: "I've finally realized, I have never been alone. You were always there, embracing me the entire time—My Shadow. I have never thanked, my shadow. Thank you. My entire creation is in your grasp."

It is decided. He must immediately examine the origins of the "God" of this Error Universe, and discover how something this anomalous has come into being.