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Finally acting upon a lifelong dream to join the clergy, Aramis took up residence amongst the Sons of Deus and attended full-time seminary college for the required two years, though he only let people know it during the last month. He'd been secretly attending the classes, partly because he was apprehensive of what his friends might say. Sure, most of them would gawk in disbelief; after all, he'd led a less-than-holy life, but he had genuine intentions and felt that something was missing from his life that couldn't be fulfilled by earthly means. The distinct urge to marry and have children had come and gone in a flash, and he realized when the biological clock had slowed to a halt that what he really wanted was a way to fill the gap. All his life, it seemed, he constantly poured his heart into purposes and people that never returned his love. He'd been feeling abandoned and used, angry and desperate, and searched (again) for a lover that would love him just as much as he would love them.
He found such a person not on earth but in Paradise.
Deus was the god of the times, as they say. Desuism was alive and prevalent throughout the world, with 1/3 of the population existing as devout Desuits and about 2/3 of the world population at least hearing of Deus. The legend of Deus reaches far back into history, before written language, through oral tradition, further back than anyone could remember. Perhaps Deus was called by another name in those days; he couldn't be sure. What he was taught, however, was that Deus was a goddess that was never created: She simply was. A sort of consciousness existing in the endless swirls of space and time, trillions of years and planets and galaxies resonating their energy to share in the consciousness that was Deus. Deus, without an equal to share in Her vast and infinite knowledge, created Earth from Her own desire for company. She created earth, and everything in it--plants, animals, bacteria, fungi, dust, diamonds and people all--and loved it with a love unequal to anything the human mind could comprehend. Deus' love was a perfect love, and She showered Her children with all She could provide: food, shelter, warmth, and unconditional love. Her ultimate act of love, however, was to give Her children free will. That was Deus' one mistake.
Humankind was created with a mind as close to Divine as Deus could create it, without destroying Herself in the process. And with this near-perfect mind, humanity found itself nurturing a love for science over its natural love for Deus. Divinity was replaced with chemistry, miracles for molecules, and Insight for ions. People who once were joined in their love of Mother God became divided over pride, each person trying to outshine the other. Eventually, in their constant struggle to prove themselves better, humanity used their science to wield weapons against each other, to erase the competition from existence. Deus, in an act of desperation to save Her children from further hatred and disgrace, punished the very worst of Her children with crippling bouts of famine, drought, and disease.
Only the truly faithful survived.
Humanity, however, bred a new contempt for Deus after Mother God handed down her punishment. Within them grew an instinct to breed the next generation of soldiers against which to wage their war on Deus, even if they were unaware of it. For thousands of years, humans continued to breed and live selfishly, adding to the pool of unconscious hatred. It was for this reason that the Crusaders of Deus were formed: to convert the masses back into faithful worshippers of Deus. Living in peaceful unity would save the world from a second Armageddon, and spare humanity from a second, more decisive blow from Mother God. It was their divine mission to save the pagans from their fate, to turn them away from their evil ways, and to bathe in the glowing, loving warmth of the one true god, Deus.
At least, that is what he was taught to believe.
Truth be told, Aramis wasn't looking to throw his life away on account of some goddess who may or may not exist. He was simply looking for a purpose in his life--something more than the constant cycle of falling in love and getting his heart broken. He was looking for a way out of all of the pains living had brought him, and dedicating his life to peace, to god, to Deus, seemed like as good an escape as any. At the very least, Deus wouldn't forsake him. Deus wouldn't abandon him, or leave him for someone more worth Her time, or call him names or hit him. Deus was his Mother, after all. And all mothers wanted nothing more than to love and protect their children.
He dwelt on that thought as he downed another shot of gin.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Fri Sep 08, 2006 @ 05:57pm · 1 Comments |
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