an astray THRONE appears. it remarks
"BE NOT AFRAID!"
in a voice so absolute, your legs start to quiver and your bladder feels weak. you feel a strangling sensation start throttle your breathing and a sickly feeling ensues from your stomach. you start to fold as the angel requests your name
you reply, though your voice is much weaker than you attempted. you feel a cramping in your abdomen,
"what the fuck"
you exclaim subtly in a desperate outbreath. your eyes start to well up as the angel starts again
", I,
ABADDON
אֲבַדּוֹן
Ἀπολλύων
, a THRONE of YAHWEH's highest order,"
your eyes are the clouds over bermuda
"the angel dedicated to the VOID"
the cramping in your abdominal region becomes more severe than anything you've previously experienced, clutching it like you are holding together the gates of hell
"I wish to understand why those touched by MONAD'S SPARK are so unsatiated"
despite the consuming pain THEIR words cut straight into the crack of remaining lucidity you have. it's as if they aren't being said but implanted directly into your brain
"THEY gifted you with dreams to satiate you yet..."
"why... why does it feel like my body is destroying itself yet the only blood is from my banal period? is my blood not sacred to you?"
you interject. you stupid girl. a stabbing pain sears your sholder and your weak arm goes limp. you look down to see a massive pertrusion resembling that of a scorpion's stinger
"you lack YAHWEI's devine mark!"
the words perforate your head as much as the poisoned tail does your unreddened sholder. my lips finaly exhumes the pain pent up in my ghost
"WHY DO THEIR DREAMS NOT SATIATE YOU?"
the THRONE changes tact and you feel your ghost burning like it's yearning for it's kin in barzakh. you realise,
DEATH MAY BE NEAR!
"TELL ME WHERE DO YOUR DREAMS EXIST? WHERE HAVE THEY GONE?"
you thought the DEMON, servant of YAHWEH would know this. still you try to answer but fail, your effort amonting to a frail falter of sound.
"ANSWER ME!"
you feel your breathing slow and your mind start to wander with great intensity. THEIR words were shaky, it is as if THEY had read your mind and know that you see through THEIR divine prouse. for what ANGEL, what THRONE, could inflict such pain. unfortunately you must answer, somehow, someway, if you wish to persevere.
