Last rites test

Something I fiddled with that turned into Last Rites

God watched, as he always did, the matter of his creation. Set deep in a void of starlight tears and deep vacuum. How wondrous the detail and the scope of his creation. A system so in tune with itself that even the most obvious mistake was at its root, at its core, a part of the divine plan. This is why he loved it so. Why the 7th earth ticked along in the void so well. God knew why it worked and how it worked and why the little things mattered. A clockwork world perfectly made by his own hands.

But what of free will father? The voice was cold and emotionless. The Maker did not pull his eyes from the blue orb that hovered gently in his hand.

Free will, Morning Star?he asked.

Yes. How does it work if your design is so great? You give them free will, yet you also give them every thing they want. There is no free will if it is not based on something. Free will...should cost something.

My son. Brightest of all my watchers. Why would you ask me such a thing. The design is flawless. To deem so would make me fallible. My being imperfect.

It is said that in heaven all thoughts and words are shared. It was Lucifer that tested God, and it was the rest of heaven that listened.

Because I believe it is. Your creation is flawed. I know this because I watch them. They move about the garden. Forever knowing that there is nothing that your paradise can not provide. You walk with them and talk with them and show them your love. All the while heaven sits vacant for want of your return. As the Maker are you not to rule from above and let the angels rule below..

Rule Morning Star? From nothing I have created this. From nothing I drifted and from nothing I made you. Everything is made in my image. I could choose to rule and subjugate all that I have brought forth but in that I would be a hypocrite . It is choice I have given man, and man loves me

The angel spread his wings as he walked up the steps towards the Father. Each step echoed in weight. Each step was heard by heaven and a third of it waited with baited breath. Old Scratch was not yet done.

Man loves you because he has no reason not to. I have seen the other side to your plan. The flaw in your design

His voice grew intense and the beat of many wings could be heard in the darker clouds of heaven.

If you think that I am wrong, my watcher, then show what should be done.

Give me control of the 7th earth.

You would take my creation from me?

If everything is according to your design my father. What do you have to fear?


You wish to prove me wrong? My creation foul. You also know what it means if your right?

I do Father

Very well, 7th earth will be yours.

Author's Note

Just a test.

Reviews

[Astrid Hamilton]

Perpexed am I, in the notion of the Seventh Earth. Sounds like a movie title...Imagination, overpowering!Yours.
This is fantastic.
Each voice is so distinct. It is almost as if the allegory within
is a subjective subconscious of the narrator's psyche, the core
desire to be God;
What is the 7th earth?
It could be anything. A right of passage in a sort of portal;
this is surely science fiction, one of my favorite genres of writing.
You do it effortlessly.
It is your truest voice, I believe,
after love poetry.

I only saw one correction needed so the reader expects an angel and not an angle, which ironically, if perceived this way, written:

The angle spread his wings as he walked up the steps towards the Father.

could be a perspective in itself..
Wonderful job.

Powerful.

[Jadey]

A test of the wills. I love this very good and intriguing.