A Sinful Godsend: A Sequel to "A Balanced Apocalypse"

Time; what a weird concept. As the saying goes, it flies when you’re having fun. It’s something you can easily get lost in. Most of all though, it’s something that important information, information that means the difference between life and death, peace and war, understanding and ignorance, it gets lost to it. A couple stories, stories that intertwine in the holiest of books, are in desperate need of clarification if humans are ever to understand what the true Armageddon is. I didn’t know when I was but a punk kid, searching for something or someone on which to take out my frustrations. Only, when I took my frustrations out on someone or something, very rarely did anything remain, and mostly because of my, shall we say, fiery disposition. Then again, that version of me is lost to time, a mere memory of what used to be, not even so much as a shadow of what I am now, but I digress.

Let us return once again to the Creation. It turns out that there in fact was not one God, but three, each the grand deity of His or Her own dimension. So, Artaxerxes created my dimension. That story of Creation we know. I switch now to the Creation story of what we’ll call Dimension Two. In the beginning was Hephzibah, a beautiful goddess beyond all compare. She formed the Heavens and the Earth. She carefully made the animals, and tenderly cared for them. However, she knew they could not care for each other. So, she made the first humans to care for them, but they were not named “Adam” and “Eve.” Their names were Abraham and Lilith. What they looked like then is of no importance, since they are not even a shadow of their former selves. Just like there was a Lucifer for me, there was a Lucifer for that dimension, too, this one named “Abaddon.” He was much craftier though, the master of his own mind. He spoke with Abraham and Lilith one day in Eden, showed them all that they could become, all that they could have, and it was too tempting for them to refuse. So, they followed Abaddon out of Eden, forever forsaking the life Hephzibah had for them. This was when another man was made, and woman from his rib. This however was not the last time that Abraham and Lilith would rise up.

Later, after the man and woman had sinned and eaten the fruit, they had two sons, Aebul and Kain. This time though, Kain didn’t murder his brother out of jealousy. He murdered his brother out of sheer sport. Abaddon got into him and stole his sense of righteousness. Kain then crushed his brother’s head against a rock. When he was done, and his brother lay dead on the ground, Abraham and Lilith appeared to him, congratulating him on his kill. They invited him to come along with them, offering to let him do more of that, and Kain agreed.

Equipped with divine items that grew stronger and sharper with each kill, Kain, Lylith, and Abraham, known as the Three, massacred hundreds every century or so, all without anyone knowing of their existence. Humanity theorized about their existence, but those who knew the truth never lived long enough to tell or to write it down, that is, until there Messiah came. Unlike our Jesus, this Messiah wrote things down, sacred documents no one ever dared to lay eyes on because of the fear of what would happen if they did. Instead, they were kept and protected from any who might wish to divulge ultimate truth, their existence only divulged to the most devout Sarkisians, an order of monks and nuns descending from the Apostle Sarkis.

Let us fast forward now to the present day, when Abaddon finally found their location.