They wanted that which I could not give.
“Why have you refused to do my bidding?” A voice asked me. It was the voice from the void.
“My lord, I did not refuse; I have done all you requested of me and have never failed,” I replied.
“But you have failed in this one.”
“I have not failed my lord; I have just not recorded success.”
“That is still failure,” The voice said.
“No My Lord, it isn’t,” I replied.
“Don’t argue with me woman!” The voice from the void thundered as I felt a white searing pain of agony and I fell to my knees under the burden of anger.
“I did not bargain for the assignment to be this difficult my lord,” I whimpered, “But the Grand Foe, Son of THE ONE, have built an impenetrable hedge around him.”
“That does not explain why you have failed to do as commanded?”
“I will do thy bidding; please have mercy,” I pleaded under unrelenting pain.
There was a gasp of legion voices.
The word ‘mercy’ did it. He envied the Grand Foe.
“I am not mercy but I am the merciful one,” The voice from the void said, releasing my burden.
I kept silent.
“You have six months multiplied by three; the consequences of failure are better imagined,” The voice warned.
I stood, bowed, and then looked around the solemn faces of the men and women seated in an arch, like the pillars of Olympus, before the one who seeks. I could make out the form of different world leaders and captains of industries in the haze and fume of the cloud – men and women who decided the course mankind followed. To be here, they had all climbed through the atrium of faith, service and dedication to the one who was cast out; the one who coveted that which the Grand Foe and His Father laid sole claim on. Our mission was to get him The Throne or divert audience from The Throne if we couldn’t achieve the First Objective.
It had been long determined even before the eons were conceived in a celestial birth that the first objective was impossible so the second objective became primary though we never stopped trying to achieve the impossible endeavour, but we dedicated more of our time and resources in promoting the realization of the new agenda which was as old as time itself, and we recorded great successes in diverting the focus of man from the Throne, but it was not as easy as it seemed, the followers of the Grand Foe were fighting a good fight; making every victory Pyrrhic; snatching conquests right from the jaws of consumption of the one who sort.
As I walked back to my seat, heads were bowed to me in honour and reverence. None looked me in the eyes in this plane. None dared to stare into the depth of the only mortal in this dimension who could look into the eyes of the one who seek and the one with him and behold the fiery core beneath.
As I walked back to my place opposite the thrones of the one who lusted and the one with him, where I now sat, Seth followed behind in a respectful distance as the throng sang and hummed a new song.
Behold the favoured one.
Behold the one chosen from birth.
Behold the one who will redeem our quest.
Behold the one whom our lord delights in.
The one who was, who is here, and is to come?
As I glided back on the wings of the cloud, I stopped and took one last look at my rightful place beside the throne of the one with him. Seth, my Bodyguard and Tormentor, bowed in obeisance as I declared,
“I will do thy bidding and take my throne again. I will regain my right to sit beside my husband,” I said and the chorus started again.
Behold, the chosen one promises.
Behold, our redemption is assured.
Behold, power has she received and will receive from our lord.
Lo, the work of the seekers will now be made light for the leader of the seekers have pledged.
The voice from the void grunted in pleasure while the one with him smiled in satisfaction before the voice said, “I now give Seth to you as a servant and give Zat-An to you as a guard.”
“I’m pleased my lord,” I said.
My name is Nneka. I’m the queen of the seekers.