coronaviridae: (voldo without faith)
Faceless demon creation story, as I wrote it up for an RP on Gaia.

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"This is the story of our beginning as it was told to me; I was not there to see it, being at that time unimagined and not yet made of a human's blood. This is the story of the beginning of we who are called faceless; the beginning is written, but no one knows the way it will end.

"The Nameless created the world long before It created thinking things to people it. Given enough time, the world would go the way of all lonely things and create something to keep it company; until then, the Nameless was content to watch the egg It had spun out from Its heart: Perfect, shining, orderly. It isn't for us to know what It saw in the jewel It had created, or why that jewel took so long as it did to hatch.

"But it did hatch, and in due time, creatures that could think about more than food and shelter and mating arose from the world. The world was old by then, old and so accustomed to silence that it had no voice with which to speak to the things that had grown out of its loneliness. So it abided for a time, and the thinking things--mankind--abided for a time, and as they lived from day to day they would sometimes lay their heads down and begin to dream.

"The world, which knew a great deal about dreaming, found it could lean close to these human sleepers and whisper in their ears. It gave them nightmares at first, nightmares that oftimes carried over into waking. Human minds were fragile, the world found; but worlds are slow to learn and it realized its mistake only when most of the humans had run mad from their nightmares and turned to killing each other. Most of them were gone, burned out, by the time the world recognized what it had done. In turn, humanity had done it equally great harm, with their weapons of war and the unchecked force of their nightmares.

"Human imagination was more powerful than the world the Nameless had made for it to grow in, and so the world retreated, frightened, and withdrew its energies to heal, leaving the last thinking things to wander its crust with no succor and no relief from the forces they had unleashed.

"The Nameless does not listen to prayers; if It did, Its time would be filled with endless beseechings and half-meant promises that go as quickly as their owners perished. But there was one among those few remaining humans with a will strong enough to shake the heavens and tear them asunder, and a voice loud enough to summon even the Nameless to see the plight of her people. For the love of her children, Hawwah--for that was her name--took herself to the highest promentory of world's dying surface, and she called out for the Nameless, and that call became a song that filled the whole world and made it ring like a bell.

"And, for once in Its eternal existence, the Nameless heard and bent low to ascertain what It had heard, ringing out from Its world. It heard Hawwah and her wordless supplication to anything that would listen, and It heard beneath that song the world's muttering and dismay at its loneliness. And the Nameless was moved to pity for Its creation, and the creations of Its creation, and came to Hawwah in the form of a hummingbird.

"'What is it you want, woman and mother?' the hummingbird asked the singer.

"'I want,' she said, and paused, for her voice was raw from singing. 'I want for the world that used to be, the world before our imaginings became nightmares that walked the Earth. I want the world to hear us. I want gods that answer the prayers of my children, so even if they go hungry, they don't go unheard.'

"The Nameless-in-the-hummingbird listened to what Hawwah said, and considered the wisdom of it. At length, It made a decision. 'Woman and mother,' It said, 'I will give you what you ask: Someone to listen, and someone to be intermediary between your children and the world. No more will your imaginings turn to nightmares, and no more will the void be empty of someone to listen. Do you accept?'

"In her relief, Hawwah didn't stop the consider what might be meant by the hummingbird's offer. 'I accept, for myself and my children, for as long as humans may be,' she replied.

"'Then My gift will always be with you, for as long as you may be,' the hummingbird said.

"That night as Hawwah and her children spread their blankets out under a sky that seemed less empty, to await the dawn, they slept--and the distant rumble of thunder under the leaden clouds became the voice of their first god."

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