Elaine Belloc -- Elaine Demiurgos - God (yahwehwannabe) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-02 20:22:00 |
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Current mood: | determined |
Entry tags: | elaine belloc, lucifer morningstar |
Who: Elaine Belloc and Lucifer.
What: The Yahweh Dance Redux.
When: Starts at midnight of May 02 (Monday) and ends in May 08 (Sunday).
Where: The Hyperion Hotel, her room. Then the Lux.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Ongoing.
Warning: Mini world creation practice, so, this is kind of blasphemous? If your character is powerful and sensitive to the supernatural, feel free to have them notice the focus of energy coming from this direction.
Thrice she had tried this before, when she accidentally created a universe and her third world, the perfect one, had been hard to conjure. This fact made her anxious for this new experience, although she knew that the power now was easier to cope.
Alright, this is it. The Yahweh Dance sequel. Elaine strikes back, she thought, calming her nerves and taking mouthfuls of deep breath.
The room was still as a grave, all walls were soundproof after she set up the wards. Elaine Belloc stood barefoot in the middle of it, spreading her white wings while Mona and Doyle played beneath her bed. She was silent, bathed by the moonlight from the window. The stars must be beautiful, framing the sky above Los Angeles skyscrapers. She couldn’t see them but she could tell it was a quiet evening. Her mind went blank and her two arms went forward her body, grasping the space, tearing it down.
Ding Dong.
Midnight. Witching Hour.
Her body was engulfed within radiant light.
In the Beginning, Elaine had created the Void. A place outside the named creation she was in to sit her unformed world. It was emptiness, neither air nor space that her hands were holding. For a minute of tension, the Void started to grow, devouring the nearest chair and the carpet, but Elaine stopped it and said.
“Enough. Thou shall be smaller.”
And the Void obeyed, and shrunk like loose clay on her hands that started to shape a ball, a rounded sphere of nothingness no bigger than a grape which she constantly held to give its limits. And Elaine called it Void and then Space for her world to be create yet. And that was what transpired during the First Day that could not be called a Day for there was no Light to dub it or Darkness to differentiate it from the Night, but it was the beginning for Elaine’s new world.
Outside the room’s window, the morning arrived and fled without her notice.