356. Creating life, 7

(Rose)

I was feverish that night.

We talked about father long into the night, one of these quiet evenings.

We talked about the stories he was able to invent and write out of nothing. He had this creative spirit Blue inherited, but not me.

How his way of telling them was mesmerizing to us four children. With just a few words, he could captivate children's entire attention and focus.

We discussed about the stories Bleue was now inventing similarly on the spur of a sudden inspiration. She has these sparks of surrealism, grain de folie.

Her head connects ideas in random manners, like dreams or poetry. And sometimes, a spark runs like a thrill through them, connecting them like lightning, and she has to expel this through words. She can't keep them bottled up. When this happens, no matter how wrong or ugly it could look or sound, she has to say them.

I remember that scary figure of the judge. It's a ghastly and powerful picture, not unlike the beings-like-her for good reasons.

We discussed how dad and now her, manage to give life to these beings. They imagine a persona, and they see it evolve in a given context.

Bleue tells me the same thing father told me once, that shocked me as a child.

B - I'm not imagining what they would say, but retelling what they said at the time.

She doesn't feel like she's crafting something consciously, but observing and retelling something out of her grasp. It sounds fascinating and spooky to me, to have an imagination so wide you don't control the outcome and fate entirely.

I've always been naturally drawn to the other worlds the human mind can think of and create. Artificial constructs depicting life, like paintings.

Creating something out of nothing, beyond the scope of nature and ourselves.

I can understand why the power of the words is acknowledged in religions. Because it is a power to go beyond what you know and experience. It gives you a power to travel with thoughts, challenge certainties and change. Your tastes can change, when you discover something you never imagined before. You can evolve and adapt, faster.

Human life was the greatest in nature because we had the word, and therefore the power to create artificial concepts and lives.

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Life can rise when you least expect it.

In a copper ring for instance.

An artefact imbued with other wills.

I've learnt that spontaneous creation of life in ether was a myth, but I'm still inclined to believe it. That's an instinctive belief that life can surge out of anything, and at any given time.

And in any form now.

That night of fever, with mixed dreams good and bad, a new life form was born.

Between Bleue and I, from us.

Unfortunately, it was not our premature child.

We woke up suddenly with disgusting pain all over our body and head especially. It felt like a snake had constricted us together, and begun to swallow us both whole. The land around was clear as the sky.

There was no snake nor monster, but we could not move at all, and attempting to made us only scream in pain.

We were glued there and to each other, by something feeling like it was trying to rip our skin away and whole in one pull. And beyond that, there was the same feeling of something ripping itself out of us inside our brains.

I felt these roots everywhere in my head, pulling themselves out, ripping the earth my brain was, ploughing through it.

Slowly, the ripping occurred, without shredding our skin nor brains despite how it felt.

But something did emerge out.

A shapeless mass was split away from our bodies there joined together as soil. As if we had conceived a child by splitting our body like worms and fusing the results above us into that pile of ghastly flesh.

We were completely knocked out and shocked. The pain was tremendous and the discovery was as petrifying.

That thing ripped away from us took shape before us as we were struggling to remain conscious.

The ring, the artefact was gone. Bleue recognised something of it into the being appearing before us.

It pulsated as a heart, alive again.

I managed to pick up my sword with trembling hands. I called for Ana with a dead voice but she wasn't around.

The humanoid mass before us was changing colours, becoming void like most daiûas when they assume human shape. The body shaped before us however was a manly figure and that was unusual.

My instincts were beginning to scream at me to run or to fight it. I wasn't able to. I could barely stand, and Bleue could only sit, poorly. So the thing that we gave life to was able to finish its metamorphosis into the land of the living.

Our eyes became wider open and our blood froze inside of us as we recognised it. The shape had become one of a tall man in dark robes, with a hood covering a non-existent face.

R - No way... It's not...

J - It is, Rose.

My heart suddenly shrank in pain. It sounded like the voice of my long, long late father. I was petrified. We were frozen cold.

B - Judge...

At that moment, the terror rising inside of me unlocked my imagination over the memories of her tale.

For a second, I had a glimpse of what would come.

A new god, to rule over all...

I panicked, and my body jumped ahead to kill him where he stood.

I pushed him down. I tried to stab him with the sword, but he fought back and pushed me away easily. I'm still trembling.

J - I will not kill you for you brought me here. But I will pass my judgement on you when the time comes.

Hearing this said with his voice disgusts me...

B - You... Want to judge us?

J - This world needs a judge. I've seen it in the memories you share. I come from most of your desires. I am the one you wished to summon.

R - No, no no. That's all wrong! Never! None of that is true!

I'm screaming too loud. I'm in panic. I can see it coming.

Another young being-like-her, with delusions, obsessions, and a deep misunderstanding of what humans are and think.

And as usual, the only point of reference this child will find for himself, is the concept of god. The misunderstood concept of being a god.

Bleue is more terrified to be stared down at by a being she imagined for a weird story a while back. I'm shocked as well, but she's completely traumatised to face her own poetic creation.

J - My being is what you wished for. I will begin passing judgement for the ones who die, humans and monsters alike, and guide their souls in the afterlife.

B - We can... Create, summon... Anything?

R - We don't need judgement! This world created you with random memories we invented! Don't do anything before you can understand what you truly are! You're not g... Stay!

The Judge is already drifting away.

J - This world needs a judge and a god. I can be both.

B - Holy... It is you... How...

I'm looking at Bleue with blind panic. What did she envision for the next chapter of this thing? What was the end?

And how can we stop it before it's too late!

A doorway to reality was shattered.

And now a nightmare we created is loose.

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