Riposte! Otherweb

In the Beginning, there was only the void; and the void was without form. Darkness rippled from it's depths, And the Spirit of the Lord created night and day.

And from the First Divide, God created the Weaver to shape time and creation.

And the Weaver gave night and day form, which the Lord called Darkness and Light.

And the Weaver created the First Pattern. The Spirit of the Lord moved across the Great Web and, touching it's strands, the Song of creation resonated loud and true.

And God said, Let there be life; and it was so.

Evening and Morning came. And it was the First Day.

And God said, 'Let the song of creation fill these creatures with life, and let the strands of the Great Web give them form and bearing; may they fly as high as the heavens above and swim in the deep waters of the Great Web.'

And the Weaver did as the Lord commanded, and the Great Web was filled with creatures great and small; and the Song of Creation resonated loud and true.

Evening and Morning Came. And it was the Second Day.

Now war arose in heaven, for Lucifer did not wish there be a song more beautiful and true than he and God saw it fit to intervene. His most beautiful child, whose eyes reflected the most beautiful of stars, stood forth to oppose him.

He led his angels into battle, and march to the place where his father's throne stood high above creation, and he sought to place his throne higher than that of his father.

And so the Lord did battle with His First Born Son, and defeated him. So terrible was his sin that there was no longer any place for them in heaven. Lucifer, the Great and Beautiful Serpent, first among equals, was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.

Grieving, the Lord took away from them their beauty, and with it, created his new children.

And the Weaver gave them the form of fallen angels, and they were the most beautiful creatures in the Great Web.

Evening and Morning came. And it was the Third Day.

And God said, 'Let there be a great and terrible to prison to house my fallen children. Behold, let it be made of the unfathomable void that I have conquered, lest my fallen children rise up and set their gaze above my throne once more. In this endless void, let every step lead back to the beginning and every road lead into the end.'

And so The Weaver spun their great prison; from the Void the Weaver created the Impossible Web. Every beginning led to the end, and Lucifer and his host could only witness the rest of creation from behind it's mirror glass strands.

And the Spirit of the Lord touched it surfaced, for it resonated the Song of Lucifer. And, seeing that it's strand held strong and true, proclaimed it, 'Otherweb'.

Evening and Morning came. And it was the start of the rest of the days.

The Book of Threads 1: 1-18