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My good friend, sister to Sonic (she shall be known as... Marie) had an incredibly good idea as to a central plot to a novel. You must have patience with my, what is planned to be, three part series. Please enjoy, and Marie don't be angry with my experimentation... hopefully if you plan to execute your idea my shorts shall help guide you as to what and what not to do. Now to the first part, ORDER.


The black clothed ones watched over the city of YHWH and light burst forth like the sun from its center. Even in the midst of the Rest song could be heard being raised. Speckled across the fields like so many stars were the Pure glorifying YHWH even by their slumber. The melodies of various choirs intermingled in harmony of purpose and of melody. In the midst of it all, the center of attention, and the focal point of all the universe, stood the court of the Almighty. The Spirit was heaviest there and the fragrance like unto vanilla and lavender mixed in some sublime manner. Smoke always obscured it and to go there was to be prostrate before the throne in worship.

The holy city surpassed explanation in its glory and majesty though the Pure have eternity they shall never exhaust its depths. It was then, when the Rest was full of slumber, that those in black melted like shadows into the ground and sped across the ground. One of the Pure stood at the gate of the city, watching the Shades gather. Thousands of them, small and great, thickened the darkness in front of the Pure to a level beyond pitch. Finally one last shadow of enormous size and hideous in shape joined the abysmal conglomerate.

Then the Pure one laughed, his white robes changed to black, and he stepped into the black mass. At first he tried to move and could not, but then some more powerful will asserted itself and he, they, it, moved towards the court of the Almighty with a deliberate step. Around him the city watched in silence, all the choirs lost their voice in astonishment, and to the imPure everything looked like an unfulfilled promise. The brilliant jewels and awesome skies were like beggars change and clouded twilight.

He, they, it, reached the center and stood outside the smoke for a moment. The sweet fragrance like rank death, and the glorious texture as a hideous shape to him. "Part in my path." He said calmly. The smoke was separated by an unseen force and He, they, it, cracked a sinister smile. Confident he walked towards the throne but try as he might he could not keep his head raised when he drew near. There, YHWH, looked at him, them, it, and spoke, "Ah, Peter, do you not enjoy the perfection that is my creation?" YHWH sounded like something incomparable, deeper than the waters, higher than the skies, his voice came from everywhere at once and from YHWH alone. Along with its mysterious quality the voice carried with it a whole range of emotions, Love, sadness, longing, knowing... So that Peter knew exactly what YHWH wanted him to hear.

Even so, he, they, it, did not change the plan. They said, "Remember when you gave to me dominion of this earth?" YHWH kept silent, and he said, "Because I am ready to make use of that dominion now, if you would keep your promise." YHWH made no sound, and it said, "I would like for you to remove your influence completely from this earth." YHWH responded, "Is it Peter who asks me this?" The awesome voice once again conveyed more than mere words, even though it was a question the tone said YHWH already knew, and had always known. Peter replied, "Of course."

"It is done." Said YHWH, and even while the voice faded all the luster from every thing of beauty faded to ashes, him, they, it, spoke, "Finally brothers, chaos is ours to rule and discord shall be from now to till the end of all things! Pandemonium for eternity!"

To be continued...

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P.s.

Endure through this part and the next till the end, and know why the title is as it is.