On, Emotion

On, Emotion

 

The two kinds of creatures began having some thought that did not embrace a higher authority right alongside the start of their existence. They knew that devotion was special and needed an utmost attention. This was the start of time and they went through many trials to rid themselves of thoughts not their own and preserve their righteous ways; utter superiority and perfection. Over time, the doctrines and texts began to change with the will of their feelings, on their thoughts. Thusly began a new word in their time: emotion and it was good. It dictated what they would do during the day and what ultimately classified the angels from the demons. They moved away from their writings of lore, and cast out more and more to the ground below. They labeled each, but love was the first; love and hate.

                These things called emotions let the angels that were so majestic then, let these things get in their way, their goal. Ask not how I know, but it was given to me in dreams. Yet I could see so vividly the fear that the angelics held. Afraid of their own kind of turning on them, they banished more and more from the sacred city. Love was a rule in everything; to do it all with love in mind. That is what they thought when they would cast out another from their group, that they would do away with them as if doing them a favor in having them join a different army. In love they did all things. That was a new rule, a new law.

                The demonics, even though branded different, wholly had similar emotion. One thing was evident; they saw too, just like the angels. Sometimes, more than them (as the killers among them eyed the skies with dark and blood-stained looks.)