08-10-2015, 02:08 AM
Today was a calm, and surprisingly cool day, a few fluffy and innocent clouds daintily crawled across the baby blue skies. It was still morning, the early spring dew clinging to the soft vibrant green grass, each dew drop reflecting the world intricately enough that once or twice a level and civil-headed man might even consider that each drop was it's own new clear world. Maybe that world had it's own town of Charleston, it's own practically new United States of America, with a Mississippi river and a Cape of Fear folded inside it's smooth boundaries!
Oh the things for him to think of while he laid back on his white silk sheets, gazing at his beautifully painted ceiling through the thin red veil of his bed's canopy; he could get lost in the simple things like that, the painting on his ceiling. It modeled after the paintings across the ceilings of the Sistine Chapel, especially that of Adam and God and the Banishment of Men. He had always found those two stories of men to be the most interesting, wrong and hilarious, but interesting all the same.
How could he know for certain that he was right in his assertions? Members of his species, Andomedans, had both genetic and spiritual memories, though most Andromedans held a different belief about souls than humans held, even though the reason behind the human soul was the tampering with DNA the Andomedans had done in a series of several experiments.
But whoever are the Andomedans? He mussed in his head. He loved to think over the history he had in several worlds. After all, he had a right to! Humans considered his people to be the Biblical God, an ancient race whose powers had been mistaken for that of divinity several times and by several cultures of people.His race started out just as most modern day atheistic humans believed that they themselves started. They rose from trial and error, evolving and evolving, at times having subspecies; though all but one line would always turn into a genetic dead end for their species.
They continued to evolve, coming from an age of darkness into an age of powerful technology. First they spread civilization across their planet, exploring and making sure to understand everything there was to grasp in their home. Next they reached to the stars, colonizing and bringing technology to different planets and solar systems, and eventually a new galaxy. With their growing advancements they even unlocked the secret to preventing the aging process; with this secret their lives grew longer and longer until they had become immortals, though still able to die in various violent ways such as decapitation and removing both hearts, but that could be remedied by reconnecting the head to the neck or reattaching the heart to a main artery before the tissues started to die.
DNA was decrypted, unlocked and decoded... The genetic mistakes that left their immune systems wide open where corrected; weaknesses in their skeleton that made them vulnerable to breaking were fixed, their bodies augmented to what they consider perfect for their race.
Long, long ago, when the race was still busy colonizing and Terra-forming planets, they came across the humble little planet that his people took the liberty in naming it Earth. At the time, the planet's inhabitants consisted of strange beasts that still walked on four legs and primal, now extinct, primates. Taking a few of these nearly bi-pedal animals, they drew DNA, decrypted and altered it, mixing the smallest bits of their own genetic coding into the primates' codes. It sped up the creature's evolution, the legs becoming longer, pelvis correcting in order to swivel and support upright walking, losing a majority of muscle mass in exchange for a more highly developed brain. The first two modern humans were created in a lab, the male was named Adam, the woman named Eve. They were released into a carefully controlled environment... But first they had to be tested... Could they think on their own? How advanced was their thought process? How fast could they adapt?
They were given one rule. They could not take part in the "tree" of sacred knowledge. They broke that rule and passed the test... They were not a blindly obedient sub-race. From the "tree" they learned much and from the controlled environment they were released into the wilds of the world. Of course, they would be closely watched, their offspring monitored to make certain that they were not just another genetic failure.
The "human" subspecies of the Andromedans were quick to evolve, solving their problems with more and more logical answers. Then one of the greater race fell from his civility. He gave into the temptations of jealousy and hatred. This Andromedan's name was Lucifer, he and his followers challenged the upper council, declared a war that nearly tore the race apart at the seams. After a long battle, the upper council won, and Lucifer and his followers were banished from the empire. They had fallen from their grace, gave into the weakness that many had thought had been bred out of the upper race... Temptations of gluttony, lust, betrayal and wrath... Mind breakers were used to interrogate many of the remaining race members... A necessary precaution taken to ensure that seeds were not lying in wait to strike and launch another war. A war that might have ended the race as a whole.
A great purging took place, the ones that were still followers were exiled, sent away to a place that the humans had started to dub "Hell", the floating ship above the planet had been called a word "heaven"... Strange humans... Making a religion around those that had engineered them, a rather false religion of blind faith... Something the Andromedans didn't believe.
There was the humans that did not follow the path of righteousness, they committed moral wrong-doings... Sleeping about, stealing, killing out of wrath and not out of protection, needlessly taking when their plates were already overflowing with the banquet of the earth. A downward spiral that needed to be corrected before the human subspecies destroyed themselves.
A male and female human were designed, tweaked to be given stronger moral 'programming', created and destined for each other. They were both implanted into human females, born and raised by specially chosen families to ensure that they wouldn't fall into the snare of immorality. After the male, named Noah, had grown and married the female and bore children with her, was given an order; gather two of every animal.
The genetic codes of each gender from every animal was collected and put into storage in a device called an Ark. After his task was complete, the upper race wiped the land clear with a massive flood. The wickedly immoral were erased, and Noah and his descendants carried the codes for a more perfect human, one that knew more clearly the difference between wrong and right. After this huge flood, the Andromedans began to withdraw, content to sit back and watch. Some of their descendants, pure bloods of the race had been scattered through the human populace to keep watch.
He was one of those pure bloods that had been seeded among the masses. Of course, all his parents had called him a miracle, a gift from god, when they had explained to him that he was not their child, they had explained that he had been left on their doorstep by a pair of god's angels. Ezrihel let out a deep sigh at the ignorance of his parents. Of course they, in their overly religious fervor, would think something of that sort. After all, it was natural of humans to want to be subjugated and ruled over by some external and greater force. Though Ezrihel had never understood that construct, he could assume that it was for either comfort in assuming that one had a purpose outside of reproducing before death, a sort of personal relief from responsibilities, or maybe it was so they would believe that you continued living on after the natural death of one's body. While living on past death and being reincarnated was certainly a truth for one of Ezrihel's race, the constructs of Heaven and Hell were not something an Andromedan put stock in. Heaven and Hell were nothing more than the attempts to explain the world and events around the still primitive-minded human subspecies.
He stretched in a leisurely fashion, letting his slender and graceful fingers slide over the silky sheets. Today was going to be such a long and odious day of managing the negro, native american and poor white slaves. He owned the largest plantation in Charleston, which in turn, needed more slaves of whichever "race" was most available at the time of need. He always thought it was weird how humans decided to divide themselves into "races", as if they were that much different from each other. It seemed that men felt the need to subjugate and be subjugated. Maybe, just maybe that had been how his ancestors had programmed humans to act.
He would roll forward in order to sit, then move to stand, the bright morning light catching his alabaster chest, casting shadow over the smooth planes of his muscles. Walking over to his dark pine wood nightstand, he picked up the red leather strip he used to pull back his hair. With this strip his bound his hair back into a low ponytail, the ends of his ashen blonde hair reaching down to his mid-back. After this, he would snap his fingers, allowing one of his house slaves to go to his wardrobe, choose one of his white pressed suits and lay it across the bed. The slave girl, a West Indies girl mixed with native american and white, had picked a suit that had green accents. Glancing at the suit and thinking about it for a moment, he decided that he didn't want to wear that suit today. "No my dear, that won't do. Put that back up and fetch the red one, won't you?"
"Yes sir." She picked up the suit lying on the bed, returned it to the wardrobe and came back with his red accented white suit. He turned to face her, stretching his arms out to his sides so that she could dress him, as he was currently standing in nothing but his bare skin. He watched her dress him, her lightly colored high yellow hands still clashingly dark against his skin. While looking upon her, his eyes traced their way up her neck and across her face. Oh how she was so exotic to look at, her almond-shaped hazel eyes, her full lips a soft pink, her cheeks dotted with tiny freckles that made him want to take her to the bed and ravage her. She was, after all, one of his most attractive slaves, after all, he considered her the most beautiful of them all, which is why she worked in doors, away from the heat, and dressed him in the mornings. For the average slave, it was the best she could be given outside of freedom. He had given her a personal room inside the house and she had no worries when it came to dealing with his children, there were other people who did that job, as she was his personal slave, she didn't even have to cook meals or clean the house.
Ezrihel liked to think of himself as a kind master to his servants, after all, they didn't work Saturday or Sunday and granted them permissions to visit family that they had been separated from, he didn't even separate families when buying or selling his workers. He let them keep personal gardens and even gave them an hour break during the hottest part of the day. He had become so infatuated with his workers that on some workdays he would walk his estate and simply inquire if they needed anything in their quarters replaced or wanted anything new, or even chat with them about their life and their stories. To him they were still humans, still living sentient beings that needed care not punishment, but as a member of the creating species, he still viewed himself as above them, and they were still his property.
Never had a slave attempted escape, and never had he ever whipped his workers' backs. It was a decision he had made four years ago, when he was still a boy and hadn't the responsibilities of managing a wealthy plantation. He had sat on horseback, made to watch by his grandfather as an old and frail house slave was whipped without mercy for something so minor, oh and how she had bled the same crimson blood as all other humans as she was tied to a post, but it had not been his place to order a cease to it. It was something that he handled later, sneaking out to the slave quarters and offering aide to the old house maid. After that night, he wasn't just another white master to the workers, he was considered a good soul.
He sighed softly with a pleased tone and he gazed upon his helper. Smiling when she looked up to meet his eyes and quickly looked away; as if embarrassed a red blush came to her cheeks. Reaching out his now gloved left hand, he lightly brushed her jawline with his fingers. "It's okay love, I'd never hurt you. You know that there's nothing to be afraid of, not even God should have you be scared to tell me something that was on your heart and tongue."
His fingertips trailed over her high cheek bones as his hand moved to gently cup the side of her face, gently urging her to look at him before placing his right hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer. "Tell me, Santianna, what is it that you think of me, in all your honesty? Do you find me as exotic and irresistible as I find you, do you want to hold me close to yourself as I do with you now, without any fears or regrets?"
She looked back up at him and timidly nodded her head. "What about your wife, sir?"
"... I love her, and want to please her, but she's always been a very cold person. Besides that, she's been in Wilmington for two days, and doesn't return for another fortnight. No one will know of this as long as we don't tell."
"And your children?"
"Making love to you will never dilute my love to them."
"What shall we do now, then?"
"Make love in the sheets until we are sated, then go about the day as normal."
And so it was done as such. He made love to Santianna like he had made love to Lilith on their wedding night, except this was more pleasurably received by his female consort. He couldn't blame his wife for being so chilled to him, she had never really shone much affection to anyone, not even their son and daughter or her parents, always having been emotionally shallow. To have a new passionate and beautiful love as such, it made him feel high like he was a human on opium. After the roll in the sheets, he tidied his bed up, and dressed himself, opened his bedroom doors and stepped out...
Only to be shoved into a vastly different and very open space from his mansion's hallway. In fact, it was so open that it was a void, then a dim grey man handed him a rainbowed orb, telling him that he was not going to be alone in this "omniverse" and that other's would be with him. He ended by saying that he would always be watching over him.
Suddenly the darkness was gone, replaced by a brilliant white, a fountain and various other features slowly fading into existence. Well. I guess I'm in the omniverse.
Oh the things for him to think of while he laid back on his white silk sheets, gazing at his beautifully painted ceiling through the thin red veil of his bed's canopy; he could get lost in the simple things like that, the painting on his ceiling. It modeled after the paintings across the ceilings of the Sistine Chapel, especially that of Adam and God and the Banishment of Men. He had always found those two stories of men to be the most interesting, wrong and hilarious, but interesting all the same.
How could he know for certain that he was right in his assertions? Members of his species, Andomedans, had both genetic and spiritual memories, though most Andromedans held a different belief about souls than humans held, even though the reason behind the human soul was the tampering with DNA the Andomedans had done in a series of several experiments.
But whoever are the Andomedans? He mussed in his head. He loved to think over the history he had in several worlds. After all, he had a right to! Humans considered his people to be the Biblical God, an ancient race whose powers had been mistaken for that of divinity several times and by several cultures of people.His race started out just as most modern day atheistic humans believed that they themselves started. They rose from trial and error, evolving and evolving, at times having subspecies; though all but one line would always turn into a genetic dead end for their species.
They continued to evolve, coming from an age of darkness into an age of powerful technology. First they spread civilization across their planet, exploring and making sure to understand everything there was to grasp in their home. Next they reached to the stars, colonizing and bringing technology to different planets and solar systems, and eventually a new galaxy. With their growing advancements they even unlocked the secret to preventing the aging process; with this secret their lives grew longer and longer until they had become immortals, though still able to die in various violent ways such as decapitation and removing both hearts, but that could be remedied by reconnecting the head to the neck or reattaching the heart to a main artery before the tissues started to die.
DNA was decrypted, unlocked and decoded... The genetic mistakes that left their immune systems wide open where corrected; weaknesses in their skeleton that made them vulnerable to breaking were fixed, their bodies augmented to what they consider perfect for their race.
Long, long ago, when the race was still busy colonizing and Terra-forming planets, they came across the humble little planet that his people took the liberty in naming it Earth. At the time, the planet's inhabitants consisted of strange beasts that still walked on four legs and primal, now extinct, primates. Taking a few of these nearly bi-pedal animals, they drew DNA, decrypted and altered it, mixing the smallest bits of their own genetic coding into the primates' codes. It sped up the creature's evolution, the legs becoming longer, pelvis correcting in order to swivel and support upright walking, losing a majority of muscle mass in exchange for a more highly developed brain. The first two modern humans were created in a lab, the male was named Adam, the woman named Eve. They were released into a carefully controlled environment... But first they had to be tested... Could they think on their own? How advanced was their thought process? How fast could they adapt?
They were given one rule. They could not take part in the "tree" of sacred knowledge. They broke that rule and passed the test... They were not a blindly obedient sub-race. From the "tree" they learned much and from the controlled environment they were released into the wilds of the world. Of course, they would be closely watched, their offspring monitored to make certain that they were not just another genetic failure.
The "human" subspecies of the Andromedans were quick to evolve, solving their problems with more and more logical answers. Then one of the greater race fell from his civility. He gave into the temptations of jealousy and hatred. This Andromedan's name was Lucifer, he and his followers challenged the upper council, declared a war that nearly tore the race apart at the seams. After a long battle, the upper council won, and Lucifer and his followers were banished from the empire. They had fallen from their grace, gave into the weakness that many had thought had been bred out of the upper race... Temptations of gluttony, lust, betrayal and wrath... Mind breakers were used to interrogate many of the remaining race members... A necessary precaution taken to ensure that seeds were not lying in wait to strike and launch another war. A war that might have ended the race as a whole.
A great purging took place, the ones that were still followers were exiled, sent away to a place that the humans had started to dub "Hell", the floating ship above the planet had been called a word "heaven"... Strange humans... Making a religion around those that had engineered them, a rather false religion of blind faith... Something the Andromedans didn't believe.
There was the humans that did not follow the path of righteousness, they committed moral wrong-doings... Sleeping about, stealing, killing out of wrath and not out of protection, needlessly taking when their plates were already overflowing with the banquet of the earth. A downward spiral that needed to be corrected before the human subspecies destroyed themselves.
A male and female human were designed, tweaked to be given stronger moral 'programming', created and destined for each other. They were both implanted into human females, born and raised by specially chosen families to ensure that they wouldn't fall into the snare of immorality. After the male, named Noah, had grown and married the female and bore children with her, was given an order; gather two of every animal.
The genetic codes of each gender from every animal was collected and put into storage in a device called an Ark. After his task was complete, the upper race wiped the land clear with a massive flood. The wickedly immoral were erased, and Noah and his descendants carried the codes for a more perfect human, one that knew more clearly the difference between wrong and right. After this huge flood, the Andromedans began to withdraw, content to sit back and watch. Some of their descendants, pure bloods of the race had been scattered through the human populace to keep watch.
He was one of those pure bloods that had been seeded among the masses. Of course, all his parents had called him a miracle, a gift from god, when they had explained to him that he was not their child, they had explained that he had been left on their doorstep by a pair of god's angels. Ezrihel let out a deep sigh at the ignorance of his parents. Of course they, in their overly religious fervor, would think something of that sort. After all, it was natural of humans to want to be subjugated and ruled over by some external and greater force. Though Ezrihel had never understood that construct, he could assume that it was for either comfort in assuming that one had a purpose outside of reproducing before death, a sort of personal relief from responsibilities, or maybe it was so they would believe that you continued living on after the natural death of one's body. While living on past death and being reincarnated was certainly a truth for one of Ezrihel's race, the constructs of Heaven and Hell were not something an Andromedan put stock in. Heaven and Hell were nothing more than the attempts to explain the world and events around the still primitive-minded human subspecies.
He stretched in a leisurely fashion, letting his slender and graceful fingers slide over the silky sheets. Today was going to be such a long and odious day of managing the negro, native american and poor white slaves. He owned the largest plantation in Charleston, which in turn, needed more slaves of whichever "race" was most available at the time of need. He always thought it was weird how humans decided to divide themselves into "races", as if they were that much different from each other. It seemed that men felt the need to subjugate and be subjugated. Maybe, just maybe that had been how his ancestors had programmed humans to act.
He would roll forward in order to sit, then move to stand, the bright morning light catching his alabaster chest, casting shadow over the smooth planes of his muscles. Walking over to his dark pine wood nightstand, he picked up the red leather strip he used to pull back his hair. With this strip his bound his hair back into a low ponytail, the ends of his ashen blonde hair reaching down to his mid-back. After this, he would snap his fingers, allowing one of his house slaves to go to his wardrobe, choose one of his white pressed suits and lay it across the bed. The slave girl, a West Indies girl mixed with native american and white, had picked a suit that had green accents. Glancing at the suit and thinking about it for a moment, he decided that he didn't want to wear that suit today. "No my dear, that won't do. Put that back up and fetch the red one, won't you?"
"Yes sir." She picked up the suit lying on the bed, returned it to the wardrobe and came back with his red accented white suit. He turned to face her, stretching his arms out to his sides so that she could dress him, as he was currently standing in nothing but his bare skin. He watched her dress him, her lightly colored high yellow hands still clashingly dark against his skin. While looking upon her, his eyes traced their way up her neck and across her face. Oh how she was so exotic to look at, her almond-shaped hazel eyes, her full lips a soft pink, her cheeks dotted with tiny freckles that made him want to take her to the bed and ravage her. She was, after all, one of his most attractive slaves, after all, he considered her the most beautiful of them all, which is why she worked in doors, away from the heat, and dressed him in the mornings. For the average slave, it was the best she could be given outside of freedom. He had given her a personal room inside the house and she had no worries when it came to dealing with his children, there were other people who did that job, as she was his personal slave, she didn't even have to cook meals or clean the house.
Ezrihel liked to think of himself as a kind master to his servants, after all, they didn't work Saturday or Sunday and granted them permissions to visit family that they had been separated from, he didn't even separate families when buying or selling his workers. He let them keep personal gardens and even gave them an hour break during the hottest part of the day. He had become so infatuated with his workers that on some workdays he would walk his estate and simply inquire if they needed anything in their quarters replaced or wanted anything new, or even chat with them about their life and their stories. To him they were still humans, still living sentient beings that needed care not punishment, but as a member of the creating species, he still viewed himself as above them, and they were still his property.
Never had a slave attempted escape, and never had he ever whipped his workers' backs. It was a decision he had made four years ago, when he was still a boy and hadn't the responsibilities of managing a wealthy plantation. He had sat on horseback, made to watch by his grandfather as an old and frail house slave was whipped without mercy for something so minor, oh and how she had bled the same crimson blood as all other humans as she was tied to a post, but it had not been his place to order a cease to it. It was something that he handled later, sneaking out to the slave quarters and offering aide to the old house maid. After that night, he wasn't just another white master to the workers, he was considered a good soul.
He sighed softly with a pleased tone and he gazed upon his helper. Smiling when she looked up to meet his eyes and quickly looked away; as if embarrassed a red blush came to her cheeks. Reaching out his now gloved left hand, he lightly brushed her jawline with his fingers. "It's okay love, I'd never hurt you. You know that there's nothing to be afraid of, not even God should have you be scared to tell me something that was on your heart and tongue."
His fingertips trailed over her high cheek bones as his hand moved to gently cup the side of her face, gently urging her to look at him before placing his right hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer. "Tell me, Santianna, what is it that you think of me, in all your honesty? Do you find me as exotic and irresistible as I find you, do you want to hold me close to yourself as I do with you now, without any fears or regrets?"
She looked back up at him and timidly nodded her head. "What about your wife, sir?"
"... I love her, and want to please her, but she's always been a very cold person. Besides that, she's been in Wilmington for two days, and doesn't return for another fortnight. No one will know of this as long as we don't tell."
"And your children?"
"Making love to you will never dilute my love to them."
"What shall we do now, then?"
"Make love in the sheets until we are sated, then go about the day as normal."
And so it was done as such. He made love to Santianna like he had made love to Lilith on their wedding night, except this was more pleasurably received by his female consort. He couldn't blame his wife for being so chilled to him, she had never really shone much affection to anyone, not even their son and daughter or her parents, always having been emotionally shallow. To have a new passionate and beautiful love as such, it made him feel high like he was a human on opium. After the roll in the sheets, he tidied his bed up, and dressed himself, opened his bedroom doors and stepped out...
Only to be shoved into a vastly different and very open space from his mansion's hallway. In fact, it was so open that it was a void, then a dim grey man handed him a rainbowed orb, telling him that he was not going to be alone in this "omniverse" and that other's would be with him. He ended by saying that he would always be watching over him.
Suddenly the darkness was gone, replaced by a brilliant white, a fountain and various other features slowly fading into existence. Well. I guess I'm in the omniverse.
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