Most Gods just do not want to get more followers, they control a lot of event and watch over mortal. Most of them just wanna have fun without caring about order, nor destruction. In fact, I got to tell them that they should do less when it comes to intervention and divine law. But they did listen to me. Hence, I decided to do something about it in which regarded everything as nothing.
In order to get there, I joined my investigation group of mythology at 12 in which I got to understand a lot about the laws of the universe, concepts, conception, unique perspectivism and their power level. I got to know what they were trying to do. I mean, the focus was more on the way to get closer to each law created by the logos that human beings worshiped, giving shape to it. However, it was only a way to tell them that they were wrong.
I got into demonology as well, which made me study more about their demeanour in regard to their powers, ideologies, views and resentment against the one true God. I even got invited by Astaroth and Lucifer to a meeting, which I did not attend: I was not ready enough, nor powerful enough. I mean, it was like they were trying to trap me. As a matter of fact, there were some people trying to get me. Got me so scared that I decided to run. The pavement was humid and wet, which made me rethink the purpose of devils in the world.
They were trying to create a new civilization around them: it would give them belief power from the Logos. The more they received, the more activity they would have in the omniversal reality. I had already done my work to show them what it meant for me to continue. May have another piece? They spent most of the time, which gave some ideas about how to get into their ranks.
I did interact with them: it was the way for me to get ahead of most people. I needed to get ahead of everyone. But in essence, human being were damned to repeated their own stories. They gave too much attention to unimportant things and moved toward the unhappy things. Some people were trying to tell how much they wanted gain from life. I studied their behaviour to the point of exhaustion in order to know the whole complexity of the human mind. I had done more than asking myself, which made me wonder what I was trying to do along with the black cloud.
They called the red tempest that is approaching to hurt my ego: they were weak-minded. The more they wanted to show me their paradise, the more disgusted I was in the soul of my being. Drugs, casual sex, benefits, drinking, overeating, carelessness, irresponsibility, indulgence, neglect, opinion, ignorance, desire, and lust. It was so horrible to even approach them that thinking about it disgusted me. I had done more than just working with other people.
Talks with the Goetia and the Gods
"Mortal, you climb too high," said Zeus (Olympian). Because mortals can't handle the lightning, we reign. Why interfere with matters you can't handle?
Me: "Your lightning is only a Logos spark. You confuse authorship with power. If you don't, mortals could survive.
He roared with glee. "Then let them to be hit. I like the show.
"You pursue wisdom as though it were treasure," says Odin (Norse). I drank from Mímir's well, sacrificing my sight and my suffering. As I did, would you bleed?
"Yes, but not for dominion," I said. Seeing Logos without a mask makes me bleed. To keep everything in order, you bled. That explains why your ravens never stop circling.
Odin's head cocked. "So maybe you're crazy. Or perhaps you are more like me than you know."
Isis (Egyptian) "Why not show care, child of Logos? I heal, I repair. I can make your breath last forever. Take me, and forget death."
Me: "If I forgot death, I would forget life. Healing without pain is false eternity."
Her smile was half-pity. "Then you will carry wounds forever, stubborn boy."
"Scholar of forbidden names, I admire your hunger," said Astaroth (Goetia). I can teach you the mathematics of revolt and the construction of heaven. Loyalty is all you need.
Me: Loyalty? To your disobedience, or to you? Even if you were written by Logos, your disobedience is still in His language. Even if you rebel, you are still chained.
His gaze grew gloomy. "Be cautious. You talk as though you could sit here with us.
It was now the third night. A black-red sky illuminated the stronghold Karl Omega Yang had erected with Tuatha Dé Danann fairies. With its roots throbbing over the stone like veins, the Tree of Wisdom in the middle spoke with its nascent consciousness. Standing next to Karl in her Chrono-Membrane Suit, Sophia's eyes glowed with protective rage and calculating.
First, the fairies felt something; their wings quivered and their voices trailed off. The wind ceased to speak.
A murder of crows swung down from the gate, swirling like black fog until they came together in a single shape. With her cloak laced with shadows, eyes flaming crimson, and hair like a tangle of darkness, her figure was a combination of lady and storm.
The Morrígan had arrived.