harmony of the Eight of Light above, and the Eight of Darkness below.
Between, in the balance, hung Earth amongst the shadows.
the Creator's attention fell from blissful contentment, drawn away by a welling sensation. The Creator attended to the sensation, and in a throbbing surge, it burned hot from within.
The Creator had no name for this sensation, and sought to contemplate upon it. And so did, for countless aeons. give or take. The Creator, having travelled the lengths and the depths of this sensation, still could not find its name, and the burn had grown in magnitude.
The Creator descended into the source of the sensation, through an infernal storm raining churning chaos in turbulence, yet the Creator persisted with great resolve, to its very tumultuous Centre. There the Creator sought in all its vacuous density, yet could not find its name.
The Creator felt, for but an infinitesimal moment, in defeat, before swiftly recovering.
infinitesimal, yet it made all the difference.
the Centre of burning chaos, exploded, bursting outward in a surge of energy, throwing the Eight above and Eight below out of harmony. The Eight above fell one level, its lowest 1 collapsing upon the place of the Earth.The Earth, in turn, collapsed, fully landing on the top tier of the Dark Eight.
And out of balance, Seven Heavens, Nine Hells.
Eden fallen to Earth, the lowest ranks of angels made mortal, susceptible to the frailties of the flesh.
The creatures of the Earth, fallen under the influence of the demonic and daemonic, suffer with the stygian quagmire in which they find themselves.
The lowest level of hell has fallen into the unknown Abyss.
"Desire," spoke the Creator, and so named the annihilating flame condensing within.