The trick & the trade. (II) Hunting the Unnamed.

This was the night it all started with, in black fire and starlight revealing in a weak scream the absent moon, that hadn’t been created yet.

The child was light, hope, love, courage, justice and he was loved by his mother the creator, and he had been sware’d love by all things now created and to be created, never to harm it, always to nourish and feed it, and to give it love that would fill the emptiness and create paradise. Where the chosen ones, ‘men’ where to reign and complete the circle.

The predator was hated and feared intensely by creation, but he was needed as well, because he was the old king, the one that ruled the nothingness and had lost it once to a dream that gave birth to desire. He no longer looked like a king or an immortal being at all, in fact he was dying, and the shadow of death frightened him. He was to take life from all creation, but he also knew that another immortal ‘thing’, was there, waiting to turn him in to what he was not. As the Death of Death.
His wisdom was his only difference, like a feral child abandoned in babylons library, he knew the potency of secrets, and within secrets he knew the key of all of those secrets:
“Gods and mortals see each other through the same eyes.”

He was the one who denied to respect the child, and the same who was looking for the mother with a red fang: We will call him the predator, although words do not work for that what has not been created. When It was near you could faintly smell ashes, until he was close and you couldn’t smell or hear at all. As a hungry beast he would spare all the creators toys from their existence, eating constantly to stay away from his own oblivion. He was searching for the child, to break him in to himself and make the world, if we may call it this, look him in the eye, the plan was quite simple. All created knows one day to be its last, and that’s when he would visit, but if he took light, hope, love, courage and justice from the sight of all, they soon would have to see him. He would be ‘something’ and not the absence of it. And then he could kill her, kill the mother.