Weekly Writing Challenge : In the Beginning – “Genesis of Compassion”

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“What manner of nonsense do you speak?! Are you telling me to do what I think you have just told me to do?!”

“Orders are orders. We can’t deny His will,”

“This is the enemy! It shall not be spared!”

“But it is only a child…”

She looked at the creature with a look of disgust. The creature looked back at her with pitch black eyes. But for all that was filthy to her about this little creature, those tiny black eyes seem to only radiate innocence and curiosity. But that didn’t make her withdraw her blade, its tip inches from the creature’s face.

She felt a gentle hand touch her sword hand. She didn’t avert her eyes from her target but she knew whose it was, the very being that was telling her not to go with her plan of taking that life.

“Please…Eshaia…don’t do this. Do not go against His order,”

Eshaia stared at the creature hard, her iron grip on her weapon not loosening. The fire within her burned bright. Her vengeance and will was beckoning her to do what she made to do, what she was created to do. It was so close, so easy. Just a simple thrust and her duty was done.

But she couldn’t go against His will.

The conflict of His will and the calling within her inner being made her fill up with insanity. The contradiction was overwhelming. It took every strand of her own will to stay her hand.

The hand touching her sword hand was now starting to radiate warmth. It was soothing. It was as though gentle streams were rushing up her arm and entering her heart, slowing dousing the flame within. Finally and very reluctantly she loosened her grip, withdrew her weapon and sheathed it.

She didn’t look at him, but she knew Rachumiel was smiling gently. She let out a huff.

“So be it. As it is His will. But know that the moment that creature so much as causes a taint in our holy land, I will not hesitate to drive my blade through it.”

“Awww, how can such a thing do any harm?”

Eshaia groaned. There he goes again, reverting to his true self. All cheery and happy at all things tiny and adorable.

Rachumiel carried the little creature up. With its whole naked body covered in short black fur, pointed ears, tiny fangs, eyes of darkness, a pair of leather wings on its back and a pointed tail swinging around; it was pretty easy to identify that it was a demon child.

The little one stared at Rachumiel with its dark eyes and then started to laugh as he tickled its wings.

“Who’s a cute little thing? Who is? Who is? Oh no! It’s not you is it? It’s not you! It is you! You little cutie!”

Eshaia felt sick. The little demon’s laughter was so disturbing as it sounded just like the laughter of the young of her kind. It was so creepy knowing that that thing was so similar to her kin.

“Do you want to carry it?” Rachumiel asked.

“Do you want to carry my blade between your eyes? Don’t test me!” Eshaia hissed.

Rachumiel huffed but a grin started to form. Eshaia turned and started to walk away, unable to bear the scene before her.

“I have my eyes on it,” she warned.

“But of course Eshaia, but of course,” Rachumiel replied slyly.

Angels knew when to move out of the way of a Seraph that was angry. Her path was made clear for miles. She didn’t bother looking but she knew eyes were on her. The angels who were hiding and watching her could sense her fury, her anger.

Eshaia entered the Meadow of Contemplation and sat next to the Lake of Thought. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

She always loved this place. It was calming to her. And she needed that calm, for all the thoughts that were swirling in her head.

Why? Why did He ask her to spare its life? It was a spawn of the enemy.
How could He do that to her? She was a Protector Class Seraph. Her duty was to protect the gates leading to the Kingdom.
He made her with essence of fire burning within. He should know how much pain it was to obey His will and yet go against every calling of her fibre that He had made her to be.

She recalled that moment that had led to this odd turn of events.

Occasionally, minions of the Fallen One tried to attack the Kingdom. That earlier battle was an easy one since it was only a Scout party doing a recon of the outer perimeter of the Kingdom.

But why did those Scouts bring this one demon child with them? What manner of devilish scheme were they up to? Were they thinking of inserting that child into the Kingdom to be a spy? To let it grow in some hidden part of the Kingdom and later become the entry point of infiltration?

Why? Did they think that her kind would be merciful to it if it was an infant? Perish the thought! She was a Protector! She was made to execute the tainted ones with extreme prejudice, be it infant or adult. She did not discriminate between age. An enemy is an enemy.

But why? Why did He want her to spare its life? Why now?

It was so close, so very close to have done her duty. It was not a moment too soon that He had sent Rachumiel to that infant’s rescue. A second too late and that infant would have been sent to the Eternal Vortex.

“Rachumiel…” she muttered, now reminded of him.

Typical Angel of Compassion. Rachumiel was a veteran among the ranks of his kind. A good tradesman of lives, he’s dealt with the Sisters of Fate and Samael himself, often times getting a good bargain. He was a sweet talker, judging by his ravenous taste for cotton cloud candy. And also a very huge sucker for little tiny infant beings.

As her thoughts swam around in her mind, fatigue slowly overtook her. Her world started to grow muffled as the ambient sounds started to fade away. Sleep started to wrap its gentle airy arms around her head.

Sounds…sounds…disappearing…disappear…wait…what is that sound?

That tiny skittering sound in the distant…it started to get louder. And then a muffled laughter…a muffled infant’s laughter…that seemed to grow louder…

And suddenly she felt uneasy…that same unease she always felt…when her senses started to tingle…her inbuilt senses that was given to her in her creation…the senses that told her when there was danger nearby…

Demonic danger…

And then she felt it…on the top of her head.

Her eyes shot open and she saw a tiny leather wing dangling in her sights. And then came a pointed tail swinging around.

“EEEEKKKK!!!!”

She jumped to her feet, causing the little demon to fall and land smack on the ground. It immediately started to cry.

“WHAT IS THAT DOING HERE?! ON MY HEAD?!?!” she screamed.

Rachumiel quickly went to pick up the infant and sooth it, casting healing magic to heal its injuries. The infant wailed in pain but slowly, the wailing started to soften.

Eshaia stared at him with a look of insanity and rage.

“WHAT WAS THAT THING DOING ON MY HEAD?!” she screamed again.

She rubbed her hair furiously as if to get rid of a disgusting insect that had landed on it. She felt dirty and filthy, violated.

Rachumiel on the other hand was oblivious to her plight as he was too busy lulling the infant to sleep. He then looked at her with an annoyed look.

“Geez Eshaia. You’d think that you could have handled that well. I just placed it on your head cause it looked so cute. It just wanted to play that’s all,” he said nonchalantly.

“I will kill you if you do that again! You keep that…that thing away from me!” she warned dangerously.

“Calm down! Chill out! Sheez! It’s just a child! It won’t hurt you! Look at it!”

He turned to show her the sleeping infant and she immediately placed her hand on the handle of her sword.

STAY YOUR BLADE ESHAIA. SIT DOWN.

The voice in their heads caused them to jump. They could only look up, at the glowing ball of light far above.

“My Lord…” Eshaia said quietly.

SIT DOWN.

“Yes My Lord…”

Eshaia complied and did as she was told. Rachumiel continued to look at the ball. The Lord always did have a way of being very persuasive.

RACHUMIEL.

“Yes My Lord?”

YOU ARE NEEDED IN THE DESERT. THERE SEEMS TO BE A FAMINE GOING ON. SAMAEL IS ALREADY SHARPENING HIS TOOL. GO DOWN AND SAVE THE MORTALS WHO HAVE GOOD CREDIT.

“Yes My Lord. And the infant?”

LEAVE IT HERE. ESHAIA WILL TAKE CARE OF IT.

“WHAT?!” she screamed.

Rachumiel placed the little infant on a patch of grass before Eshaia. He then spread his wings and flew off in the direction of where he was supposed to go.

Eshaia stared in horror at the sleeping bundle before her. The infant moved a little but was otherwise in peaceful slumber.

ESHAIA, I WANT YOU TO PICK THE INFANT UP.

“My Lord! Please! I can’t! I cannot!”

PICK IT UP.

Eshaia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Very reluctantly and most gingerly, she crawled to it. She was trembling with every step she made.

The nearer she got, the more every fiber of her being screamed :
“Don’t do it! It’s dangerous! Chew your own arms off before you can touch it!”

But His will was compelling. She could feel His gaze on her, burning a hole at the back of her head. She feared the infant, but feared Him even more.

Finally she was on all fours before the sleeping child. Slowly she reached out her trembling hand. She put a single finger on it and quickly pulled her hand back as though it were gonna wake up and chew her digit off. It remained sound asleep.

COME ON. YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.

“I can’t My Lord…I’m terrified…”

RACHUMIEL SURE IS A LOT BRAVER THAN YOU.

That made her snap. Oh hell no. He didn’t just say that.

A burst of flame erupted within her. Angrily but still trembling, she reached out and carried the infant. It woke up, causing all her hairs to stand on end.

She lifted it up, keeping it at arm’s length. It yawned and looked at her with its dark eyes, curiosity written all over its face.

SEE? THAT WASN’T SO BAD NOW WAS IT?

Her teeth were so clenched that she swore they were starting to crack even though they were made to last an eternity.

“Oh you have no idea My Lord…” she said between clenched teeth.

HOLD IT CLOSE.

She stared at the ball of light. Was He crazy?!

HOLD IT CLOSE.

She took a deep breath, so deep she could have sucked up all the water from the Lake of Thought. And slowly she put the child close to her in as gentle an embrace as she could, fighting the screaming urge to crush it in a death embrace. The infant looked at her before nuzzling itself against her chest.

She was breathing frantically now, feeling so dirty inside. The infant slowed its movements and soon, it started to breath the sound of slumber.

Something weird started to happen. She looked at the infant and the more she looked, the more her breathing started to slowly ease. She couldn’t understand this feeling that was starting to emanate from this child. It wasn’t malice nor evil. It was a comfortable feeling. She felt…at ease…as she continued looking at it.

SEE?

IT IS JUST AN INNOCENT CHILD. REGARDLESS OF WHERE OR WHAT IT IS, LOOK PAST YOUR PREJUDICES.

“I’m sorry My Lord. I can’t help it. It is a demon child. And I am a Protector Class Seraph. I was made to slay any demon that comes near our Kingdom. You made me that way. The mark is on my backside as proof,” she replied sarcastically.

She could hear His chuckle. That was very rare. The last time she heard Him chuckle was when He was amused at how Amoebas wobbled in water.

NO MATTER WHERE AND WHAT THE ORIGIN, A CHILD IS AN INNOCENT BEING, FREE FROM TAINT. I WILL TEACH YOU SOMETHING NEW TODAY, SOMETHING BEYOND WHAT YOU WERE MADE TO DO.

PUT IT DOWN ON THE GROUND.

She did as she was told.

NOW GENTLY WAKE IT UP.

She complied. The child opened its eyes groggily before looking at her in curiosity.

NOW DANCE.

She looked at up.

“You’re joking right?”

NO. SERIOUSLY. DANCE.

She was silent, riddled with immense internal conflict. She then spoke.

“My Lord. Please do me a favour. This does not leave the Meadow. Nobody must know of this.”

NOBODY WILL.

Eshaia started to wave her arms awkwardly. Arms made to swing weapons to behead demons were not suited for grace and show.

But something happened. The demon child stared at her, and soon after, it started to imitate her. She observed this occurrence. She made a different arm movement, and the child tried to follow suit.

She did more combinations, prompting the little one to follow her. She then did one that was pretty wild. The child followed but it was too much, causing it to topple to its side.

She didn’t know why but she started to giggle. She realised what she did and stopped, her eyes wide open.

“What did I just do?”

YOU GIGGLED.

“I was happy? How is that possible? I thought the only emotions I knew were anger, fury and seriousness,”

WELL SURPRISE YOU DIDN’T I?

“Indeed…I just discovered something new about myself today,”

YES INDEED. TODAY IS A SPECIAL DAY FOR YOU. OBSERVE THE CHILD. NOTICE HOW IT IS MIMICKING YOU. A CHILD IS INNOCENT. INNOCENCE IS A STATE OF BEING A BLANK SLATE.

NO CHILD HAS SIN. IT IS THAT WHICH IT FOLLOWS THAT TEACHES IT SIN. ITS GUIDE, PARENT, TEACHER, MENTOR IS THE ONE THAT WILL PAINT THAT SLATE WITH PICTURES – BE IT BEAUTIFUL OR UGLY.

Eshaia nodded in silence.

NOTICE HOW YOU GIGGLED AT ITS ACTIONS? THAT IS THE BEAUTY OF A CHILD. ITS INNOCENCE REAWAKENED SOMETHING WITHIN YOU.

A CHILD HAS THE POWER TO CHANGE A BEING, TO ALTER ITS REALITY. WHEN A BEING IS NOT WITH A CHILD, ALL IT THINKS ABOUT IS ITSELF. ITS WORLD JUST COMPRISES OF ITS EXISTANCE. BUT WHEN A NEW BORN IS BROUGHT INTO ITS WORLD, ITS WORLD CHANGES.

THE CHILD NOW BECOMES ITS WORLD. ITS ATTENTION IS DIVERTED. THE BEING IS SUDDENLY LIVING IN A WORLD THAT IS BEYOND ITSELF. IT HAS A NEW PURPOSE IN ITS LIFE, A NEW DIRECTION TO CHANNEL ITS ENERGY.

CHILDREN ARE SPECIAL THAT WAY. I MADE THEM THAT WAY. THEY REDEFINE ONE’S EXISTANCE. A CHILD HAS THE ABILITY TO CHANGE A BEING’S LIFE.

She looked at the demon child who was looking back at her again with an eager look. She did a simple hand wave and it followed her once again. She didn’t know why but she suddenly felt compelled to smile. The demon child saw that and smiled in return, its eyes seemed to sparkle. It then started to crawl towards her.

It was strange. Normally she would have had her weapon out in one swift motion, beheading the little one. But this time she didn’t feel that fire in her. Instead, she felt drawn to the little one.

The infant stopped at her feet and lifted its arms. It started to call out to her.

“What does it want My Lord?”

IT WANTS YOU TO CARRY IT.

And she did just that, this time cradling it in her arms. She didn’t know why she naturally held it that way. Something just felt right about it.

“It’s strange My Lord. I feel different somehow. I don’t feel any anger and fury for this little one anymore. Instead…I feel…I feel…close to it,”

There was silence. She looked up at the ball, wondering what He was thinking. She felt a movement on her chest and she looked back down. The demon child had snuggled against her bosom and was slowly falling asleep.

For some reason unknown, an inner voice spoke to her. It guided her actions and thoughts. She automatically held the child closer to her gently, slowly swaying her body from side to side to lull it to sleep.

“It’s now asleep My Lord,”

YES ESHAIA. IT FEELS SAFE IN YOUR ARMS. WELL DONE.

“I don’t know why but I don’t feel hatred for it anymore. I feel…I feel…”

LOVE. IT’S LOVE. AND COMPASSION.

That word sent a wave of realisation down her spine.

But how could it be? She and this child were of two different makes. They were enemies, destined to kill one another. Sure this was an infant, but to feel love for it was strange.

DO NOT BE SURPRISED NOR ALARMED AT WHAT YOU ARE FEELING. IT’S NATURAL. I CREATED FEMALES, WHETHER MORTAL OR DIVINE TO HAVE AN INNATE INSTINCT TO CARE FOR A YOUNG ONE. IT’S CALLED A MOTHERLY INSTINCT.

ALTHOUGH, MORTAL FEMALES ANSWER TO THIS CALL STRONGER THAN DIVINE ONES. A LITTLE CHANGE IN THE DESIGN ON MY PART. FOR SPECIFIC REASONS AS WELL.

Mother…

Eshaia couldn’t truly understand nor relate. She knew what a mother was. But she could never ever connect to the concept of mother and child. It was because she was made from nothing. She was a piece of matter with a consciousness placed into it. The day she awoke from an eternal slumber of nothingness to existance was the day she opened her eyes as Eshaia, a child angel created in the Kingdom.

She was never born persay. Never carried within the womb of another being, or within an egg for a period of time before coming into the world.

She was just…there…
Like a switch. Off. On.
It was bizarre and weird now that she started to think about it.

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. WORRY NOT ABOUT HOW YOU CAME TO BE. FOR NOW, THINK ABOUT THIS LIFE IN YOUR ARMS.

“My Lord, You knew it would come to this didn’t You?”

YES.

“Why me? What is Your plan My Lord?”

DO NOT WORRY ABOUT MY PLAN. HAVE FAITH. THERE WILL BE A MISSION FOR YOU SOON.

“What is it My Lord?”

FIRST THINGS FIRST. I WANT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF THIS CHILD.

“But My Lord! I am a Protector Class Seraph. I only know combat and how to slay our enemies! I do not know about love and care and tending to a young one. That is a task suited for one such as Rachumiel.”

YOU WILL DO FINE. YOU HAVE ALREADY AWOKEN THE INNATE MOTHERLY INSTINCT IN YOU. YOU HAVE UNLOCKED YOUR FIRST ACHIEVEMENT!

She looked at Him weirdly. Sometimes He spoke in a manner that was weird…almost human…

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF ESHAIA. AS I HAVE BELIEVED IN YOU.

Eshaia looked at the sleeping child.

And so, her journey began. She spent time tending to the child, caring for it. She realised that though it was a daunting task, the drive within her to see to the needs of the little one was strong.

Of course being a divine warrior, she didn’t possess a gentle hand naturally. Many times did she fumble.

But she had help from the Lord and Rachumiel. They were always there, taking it in turns to assist her with their advice. When Rachumiel was around he shared his knowledge on compassion. And when he was gone on missions the Lord would take over.

It was also during Rachumiel’s absence that she would allow herself to dance to entertain the infant. There was something beautiful about that laughter and smile.

Aside from tending and caring, she also began to teach the child. She began to cultivate angelic virtues in it that was appropriate for its age and state of mind.

Regardless of whether Rachumiel was helping her or not, the Lord was always watching her; provided He wasn’t busy spending His time doing other divine things, like humming to Himself and counting sand from any one of the deserts He created in contemplation, figuring out what He could invent next to amaze His mortal creations.

She realised that everything she did was meant to make the child be safe and happy. And in return there were intimate moments shared between her and the child. When left alone the child would start to cry and would only stop when in her embrace. It was as though the child needed her and only her. She felt that there was a strong calling, a purpose to her creation, like there was a reason for her to continue existing and doing what she did.

She realised that a bond between her and the child had been created. Perhaps…perhaps this was what it was like to be in a mother and child relationship.

As time passed, it slowly dawned on her. She looked up. She knew that He knew she was looking at Him, but He just kept silent. She was almost certain He was smiling at her for the realisation that she was getting.

“I think I’m beginning to understand you a little more My Lord. You and Your relationship to all Your creations…” she said softly.

I’M GLAD YOU ARE BEGINNING TO DO SO.

“Well little one. It’s time for bed,” she said.

She placed the infant in a cot that she had fashioned out of various leaves and furs.

She watched as the little one slept soundly and soon, was lost in her thoughts.

How she had changed over the course of time tending to this one. How she could only think of caring for this one. How she felt so protective over it. How she would do anything to make sure no harm came to it.

How did she, a Seraph, sworn enemy and slayer of demons, could care for a young one of their kind. Strange…

It was strange indeed. And horrifying when she woke up the next day and saw the sight that greeted her. It started out as silent shock, which later transformed to a scream of horror.

Rachumiel arrived as fast as he could in response to hearing Eshaia.

“What happened?” he asked.

“It’s the child! Something’s happened to it!” she replied frantically.

He went to see the little one held in her arms and got a shock as well. The child’s wings were frayed and wrinkled. They looked like dying leaves that were ready to drop off from the tree. The child though, showed no sign of pain as it looked at them curiously. It laughed at Rachumiel and lifted its arms, a sign that it wanted to be carried.

Rachumiel obliged.

“There there! Who’s a cute little demon? Who’s a cutie little demon? You are!”

As he said those words while carrying the child there were crackling sounds on the infant’s back. Then two snaps as its wings fell to the ground. They landed, started to shrivel and crackle more before crumbling to dust.

There was a very awkward silence as both angels stared at horror at the disintegrating wings. Then Rachumiel was shaking violently as Eshaia was wringing his neck.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ITS WINGS?!” she screamed.

“I DID NOTHING!!!” he replied, choking.

CALM DOWN ESHAIA.

Eshaia stopped at the voice, grabbed the child from Rachumiel and held it close trying to comfort it. But the child just continued to stare at her in confusion, no sign of any pain at all. Rachumiel was gasping for air.

“My Lord. You could have stepped in sooner and stopped her,” he said, colour returning to his face.

MY APOLOGIES. BUT I COULDN’T PASS UP A GOOD SHOW.

“Why thank you My Lord. I can see where the mortals get their sense of humour from,” Rachumiel groaned.

“My Lord! What has happened to this child? Please save it! Cure it!” Eshaia pleaded.

RELAX ESHAIA. EVERYTHING IS FINE. LOOK!

Both Rachumiel and Eshaia now averted their gaze to the child. Sure enough something was happening indeed.

From the stump where its wings used to be, feathers were starting to sprout out. More came out and soon both angels could see that they were attached to a wing bone structure that was now making its way out. When the whole process was done, they saw that where once were devil wings were now new angel wings instead.

Both angels were stumped. The demon child on the other hand, was totally oblivious to what had just happened.

“My Lord! It now has angel wings! But! But how?!” Eshaia asked.

BECAUSE YOU HAVE CONVERTED IT.

REMEMBER WHAT I HAVE MENTIONED? THAT A CHILD IS A BLANK SLATE. IT LEARNS FROM A TEACHER OR MENTOR OR…IN THIS CASE…A PARENT.

WHAT YOU TEACH IT IS WHAT IT WILL GROW UP TO BE. YOU TAUGHT IT VALUES ONLY ANGELS KNEW. AND THUS IT GREW INTO AN ANGEL.

THE FALLEN ONE WAS ONCE AN ANGEL. BUT AS AN ANGEL CAN TURN TO A FALLEN ONE, SO CAN A FALLEN ONE BE TURNED INTO AN ANGEL AGAIN.

 

CHILDREN THOUGH ARE MUCH EASIER TO INFLUENCE THAN AN ADULT. BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO SIN.

INNOCENCE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING. NOT BAD HANDIWORK EH?

“This…this is wonderful My Lord! This means we can convert the Fallen Ones to our side!” Rachumiel exclaimed.

IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING YES RACHUMIEL. BUT ADULT FALLEN ONES ARE VERY HARD TO CONVERT.

THE MIND THAT HAS STEEPED ITSELF FOR FAR TOO LONG IN NEGATIVITY AND EVIL IS HARD TO CHANGE. IT BECOMES BLINDED TO THE GOOD AND TRUTH.

IT’S NOT IMPOSSIBLE. BUT IT WILL BE A VERY TOUGH CHALLENGE WITH YOUR LIFE AT STAKE.

SADLY, OFTEN TIMES THE ONLY WAY TO QUELL THOSE IN THAT STATE IS BY THE SWORD.

Rachumiel slumped, feeling upset.

FRET NOT RACHUMIEL. NEVER GIVE UP. ALWAYS KEEP TRYING. YOUR COMPASSION IS A BEAUTIFUL GIFT I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU. IT CAN CHANGE THE WORLD.

BELIEVE ME, IN A TIME SOON TO COME IN THE LAND OF MORTALS, THERE WILL BE AN AGE WHERE MANY MEN ONLY THINK OF PEACE AND LOVE. THEY ADORN THEMSELVES WITH FLOWERS IN A TIME OF WAR IN THEIR WORLD.

YOU WILL BE NEEDED THEN TO SOW THE SEEDS OF COMPASSION. ALL IN DUE TIME.

BUT FOR NOW…ESHAIA…

“Yes My Lord,”

She turned to look up, child in her arms. The demon child flapped its new wings curiously and started to play with it, laughing.

RACHUMIEL, BRING THE CHILD TO THE NURSERY.

“As you wish My Lord,” he said.

Eshaia passed the child to Rachumiel who took it from her and flew off. Eshaia looked at the vanishing angel in the distance before looking back at the ball in the sky.

ESHAIA. THE TIME HAS COME. I MENTIONED BEFORE THAT I HAD A NEW MISSION FOR YOU.

“Yes My Lord,”

A NEW AGE IS DAWNING UPON THE WORLD OF MORTAL MEN. THEY HAVE GONE ASTRAY AGAIN. APPARENTLY, A HUGE SHOWER TO WASH THEIR SINS DIDN’T WORK TOO WELL ENOUGH. SO I’M GOING TO USE A DIFFERENT APPROACH.

I WILL BE SENDING SOMEONE DOWN INSTEAD. A REPRESENTATIVE OF MINE TO GUIDE THEM. HE WILL ARRIVE IN THEIR MIDST IN THE FORM OF A MORTAL MAN JUST LIKE THEM. THIS WILL ALLOW HIM TO BETTER CONNECT TO THEM AND EASE HIS DUTY TO STEER THEM TOWARDS THE RIGHT PATH.

I HAVE TRAINED YOU FOR THIS MOMENT. I WANT YOU TO WATCH OVER HIM. YOU WILL BE HIS GUARDIAN ANGEL. YOU ARE A PROTECTOR CLASS SERAPH, SO DOING SO WILL NOT BE A PROBLEM.

BUT BECAUSE YOU HAVE DEALT WITH A CHILD IN A MANNER ONLY A MOTHER COULD, YOU WILL ALSO BE ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEMS HE WILL FACE WITH COMPASSION. YOU HAVE LEARNT TO KNOW WHEN TO STAY YOUR BLADE AND USE IT INSTEAD OF VIOLENCE.

MOST PROBLEMS OF MORTAL MEN CAN BE SOLVED WITH COMPASSION. WORDS AND LOVE ALONE CAN QUELL ANGER IF USED WISELY. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT IT’S THE AGENTS OF FALLEN ONES WHO LULL THEM TO RESORT TO THE EXTREME OF VIOLENCE.

YOU HAVE STEPPED IN BOTH WORLDS – OF LOVE AND COMPASSION AND OF FORCE AND VIOLENCE. YOU WILL KNOW WHEN TO USE EITHER OF THEM WHEN NECESSARY.

“I understand now My Lord. Thank you for guiding me,”

ALSO. HE WILL HAVE A MORTAL MOTHER TO RAISE HIM. BUT YOU WILL CONTINUE TO GUIDE HIM BEHIND THE SCENES. USE WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY AT YOUR DISPOSAL.

TEACH HIM WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNT AS WELL AS THE VALUES I HAVE INSTILLED IN YOU WHEN I CREATED YOU.

TEACH HIM TO SERVE MEN, TO SERVE MY WILL.

TEACH HIM TO RESPECT HIS TEACHERS, HIS PARENTS AND THOSE AROUND HIM.

TEACH HIM ABOUT COMPASSION, ABOUT LOVE, ABOUT FORGIVENESS, ABOUT SACRIFICE.

The night was silent. The star shone brightly high in the sky. The three men were on time as they reached their destination.

Far in the distance out of sight stood a hooded figure, shrouded in shadow. She stood watching the scene unfold before her.

HE HAS ARRIVED.

“Yes My Lord. I will watch over him,”


Weekly Writing Challenge : In The Beginning

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8 thoughts on “Weekly Writing Challenge : In the Beginning – “Genesis of Compassion”

  1. HL

    lesson learnt: Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container. The container of a child is given by the adults.  XD

    • First of all, thank you for your kind words and also for taking much of your time to read it.
      I think it is pretty long in regards to blog entry standards.

      And if I may trouble you, could you elaborate in regards to ‘precision’?
      What do you mean by precision?

      • The narrative is even, so no padding or elaboration that doesn’t go anywhere. To me that is precise! I think it’s terrific you can sustain on piece of fiction in such a long format. You are nudging towards a novel surely! Top drawer.

      • Wow. To be honest you are the first person to have given me such a comment.
        As in a proper comment that is informative.

        It’s comments like these that I truly appreciate because it serves as the needle of the compass that points me in the direction of where I need to go to further polish my craft.

        Thank you very much for your words and thoughts, and an even bigger thank you for taking the time to read it!

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