Sha'acth | kyroe's Blog
A story popped into my head last night about a god and a goddess.
They were...whatever you call the godly equivalent of marriage, and deeply in love. She cared for him, and he for her. She was the goddess of creation, life, the new, and the beautiful, he was the god of destruction, death, the old, and the terrible, but no matter their differences, they complimented each other like yin and yang. She created many things, as her visions and imagination were vast. He'd watch her in awe sometimes, just weaving and creating new things- worlds, universes, realities, and life.
After some centuries, he looked over at one of her older creations and decided that it had become too old, too terrible, and too much of an annoyance to him, and it had to be destroyed. It was one of her very very early works, and she had done well in creating it, but it was outdated in its universal laws. It was a universe, one which he called "Sha'acth" or "The oldest". Sha'acth went by the laws of "from the throes of one, another shines brightest".
When there was nothing but sadness, happiness was treasured.
Where there was darkness, light was sought out.
Where there was war, the beings cried out for peace.
He saw them and pitied them.
As he watched, he saw them become more and more horrible over time which wasn't long to him, as time was their concept, and he existed outside of it. He pulled back the veil of existence that his Love had put over each of her creations, and saw that everything was connected, so much so that the littlest decision from one person on one end of a planet, affected another far, far away.
He pitied them even more than he had before
He saw the outdated concepts of emotions, and the trivialities they all focused so hard on...and he no longer pitied them...They exasperated him.
He saw how distracted they became from the beautiful things his Love had created for them...the things she worked so hard on just to make them happy....and he loathed them.
He decided that they had now fallen in his jurisdiction, and as endearing as his Love's nostalgia was, it was time to crush this odd little universe that sparked his anger.
The goddess ran to him, begging, pleading for him to spare it, as it was her oldest...her first...and she loved it. She loved all of her creations, as they were her children...her imagination incarnate...her masterpieces…but this one...it held a special place in her heart. It was the first, and although there would be more…better ones…newer…different, for sure, but there would never be a last.
The god wanted so much to put the universe out of its misery...to get rid of the rotten little thing...as he saw no beauty in it...none at all. But he loved her and no amount of loathing could overpower his love for her. Truth be told, he was jealous at times...of the way she saw beauty in everything.
The way she spoke of the things she created.
The way her eyes would light up whenever she thought of something new.
He destroyed other things she created when it was time. It was the way it all worked, and she accepted that. She loved him not for what he did or was capable of, but for him, and so she never hated or became cross with him for the destruction and death he rained. She even stopped to make things just for him to destroy.
No… It had to go on.
He looked to her, the tears in her eyes, the despair in her look, the sorrow in her voice…He loved her so much, but he couldn't understand why...why did she care so much about this rotten...thing? He tried to explain to her how she could try again...create a copy of it...many copies, ones that would turn out much better...but she begged and pleaded once again. He looked around...really looked, and saw that that was what she had done time and again…created copies. Each one was better than the last, but none as rotten as the first. He was curious as to why she valued the insignificant little thing so, when she had created so many more. He stooped down to her level, wiping the tears from her eyes, and made her a deal: If she could show him what was worth saving about the "Sha'acth", then he'd spare it, and never speak of destroying it again. He handed it to her and looked on, curious as to what he wasn't seeing that she was. She picked out one planet at random out of the entire universe, Earth.
He pointed out the corruption and evil, the distractions and war, the hatred and ugliness. She pointed out the generosity and good, those that still yearned for the beautiful things she had bestowed upon them, those who advocated peace, those who sought love, and those who saw beauty, even in his so-called “ugliness”. He traced the strings that connected everything on, below, and above the Earth, pointing out all of the terrible outcomes. For each terrible outcome he found, she showed him just as many wondrous results. It seemed that for each aspect of Sha’acth he found fault with, there was something good and wonderful that counteracted it.
He had nothing left. Nothing up his sleeve to stump her with, as it was her creation, and she knew the ins and outs of it better than he did. He had been beaten, and she had proved its worth to him, but before he would leave it alone, he had one final question: Apart from the fact that it was her first, and there was good in the creatures, on a larger scale it was all so ugly and artificial at that point in its progression, so how could she let it go on like that? She smiled and pointed to a little girl, sitting on a swing in a playground all by her lonesome, the other children off doing their own things, and the parents having conversations, singing in the sweetest voice the god had ever heard. The song wasn’t really about anything, just a little girl’s thoughts in the form of a song. The voice of a child…one child…one little girl…a single soul amongst a countless mass of souls…a god mesmerized by one single, tiny voice. The goddess directed the god’s attention to a group of leaves, dancing in the wind, flowing to and fro, no reason or rhyme, just a gentle breeze, tossing the leaves about, not a destination in sight. The god was perplexed by the complex simplicity of a breeze nothing can take ahold of, lifting leaves, which were just as solid as anything else, and actually carrying them along, creating the illusion of the leaves dancing in the air, and flying about, as if by magic. Finally, the goddess guided the god to a region of the planet where it was raining. The god was even more perplexed at this phenomenon. Even being what he was, it was utterly intriguing to him. The clouds were untouchable, and yet they held water. The water fell from the clouds, but instead of flowing out, or gushing down in one large flood, it fell in individual droplets. The rain was the most mystifying thing he had seen so far, but it wasn’t just because of the way it fell, or the clouds themselves, but also the water. Water could be held, shaped, and even thrown, yet it always leaked, it could never really be touched, and it rejoined other bodies of water so effortlessly, as though it had never been apart. The god found himself staring for what seemed like centuries before he realized what his Love saw in Sha’acth: It was never about the big picture, but rather, the little things. He knew there was so much more, but he understood. From one small child’s voice, a soft tune carried by the wind, to the smallest pool of water from a drop of rain, the little things would always be the most captivating, the most mysterious, the most genuine, and would always endure. Long after the creatures brought about their own doom…long after time had handed in its resignation letter…long after the universe’s expiration date came due…the little things would still be there, maybe not the same things, but there’d be other little things to admire, and question to no avail.
The god kept his word to his Love, and never again spoke of, nor considered, destroying Sha’acth. In fact, he would often be found gazing at something new, neglecting to destroy even the things his Love created for that purpose, only destroying them when he found nothing interesting about them at all, but otherwise keeping his own collection of things to look at, and often defaulting back to Sha’acth, and regaling his Love with stories of his findings, both new and old. Although his destruction rate cooled down, he still loved to torture and/or kill any creatures that dared to endanger or neglect the things he looked upon with such fondness.
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