The New Order

[Mastema]

It seemed like a second. Mastema quickly opens his dark eyes. Empty and white everywhere. He ignores the strange fountain in front of him and swiftly turns his head left, then right. He didn't find what he was looking for. Maybe there would've been something of interest that maybe he overlooked, but it's hard to see something that isn't even there. Mastema looked down at his bare feet and realizes that there isn't any solid ground, or rather, the ground was white. If you could stand on a color, that would reflect this situation. The ground seemed like you could fall through at any moment, making it hard to distinguish if the ground as even there to begin with. He takes his right hand and moves it in front of his eyesight, twisting it in all different kind of ways to determine the possibility of a lucid dream. The eyebrows on his face move location to express anger and he takes the same hand and transforms it into a fist, applying firm pressure. "Omni.." he whispers in an aggressive tone, shoving is right hand to his side, removing the fist.

His teeth start pressing against each other and grind very slowly. After a moment of anger, he returns his face to a sullen expression toward the object sitting in front of him. Still a little out of himself, Mastema slowly closes his eyes, hoping to remember what happened before he arrived in the Omniverse. He could remember doing his daily routine of traveling the world, spreading the teachings of YHVH. But that was all. He couldn't remember what happened during his travels or when he even closed his eyes to sleep. The eyes open yet again as he tries to remember what the being known as "Omni" lectured to him. He tries thinks back to discern his situation.

He thinks to himself that this world is not the world he knows meaning this isn't a world of God to him. Well, not the God he knows. Omni is interested in Mastema for reasons unbeknownst to him. He remembers the omnilium absorbing into him, so is he to assume that the omnilium was also part of him? Is it like water? If he needs and desires it, it would come naturally to him? Will it be something he needs to survive? Many questions run through his mind. Mastema rememberes that he should not fear death as he would be reborn. Is he to assume he is immortal? If so, is the cycle to repeat itself until he goes insane? How are the other primes doing on terms of that? Oh, yes. He rememberes that he is a prime now. Did that mean he lost his title of an angel? He gives his head a break. It was too vague of information to be given to him.

Without any hesitation Mastema finally begins to study the object in front of him. It seemed like a giant hourglass filled with sand. Mastema picks up his right foot and takes a step toward the hourglass, proceeding with his left, and then following suit. As he approaches the hourglass he begins to look at it from top to bottom. Nothing about it seems interesting. As far as he knows, its just just a giant model. Not of importance to anybody.  But far away is something more interesting. He begins to look around him, noticing eight objects in the distance stand circling around. Mastema didn't realize them before, probably from the shock of entering the omniverse.