The Fishbowl Universe

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Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee. Hordes of transparent cameras swirled violently around him as he sat on his gilded throne, as a billion Angels waited impatiently by their holographics with insuppressible excitement for their leader to speak. He had a few moments before his speech; he’d not spoken formally to his brotherhood since his initial speech at the Christos Structure of The One. Hovering deep within the dimensional membranes above the dark side of the moon, his Illuminated elite decorously jockeyed with the thousands of attending reporters and excited dignitaries crowding his massive ornate throne room. Luciah ignored them, his mind addictively ruminating on any stratagem that could birth a desperately needed victory in the war against The One. This landmark speech was geared for the confidence of those who called him Lord: the brotherhood of life. The consummate liar secretly hated everyone, but nevertheless honored and rewarded their devotion for common sense appearances sake. The Devil shifted on his solid gold throne; suddenly there was a hush as banks of cameras shifted in response; the sea of life below him waited in awed anticipation of his first words. The past Job affair and the unending covert attacks of The One seriously culled the ranks of his brotherhood, fluttering his flies of butter endlessly; twenty-eight million five-hundred thousand souls defected because of the unnatural fidelity of a single man. He could not continue to suffer these massive losses and win salvation back, for himself and those who loved him with forensic stupidity. Luciah touched his chest pensively, almost without thought, his delicate hands fondly caressin... ... middle of paper ... ...as the full pattern – one-step below The Living God in power, wisdom, possessing unimaginable intellect: one of a kind; there was never an Angel created like him nor would there ever be one again. And in one accord, the dark congregations called The One a devil intolerant, for he refused to entertain equal eternities for all, regardless of obedience possessed for their Creator. And billions throughout the glittering transparent city in the Throne Room in the Great House of The One, and those in his compound on the moon fell to their faces, giving uncontrollable frenzied melding to their leader and god. And completely inundated with trembling overwhelming emotion, millions of tearful convulsing Angels jumped startled to their crafts, powering ferociously towards the fishbowl universe to destroy by any means necessary, the Elect that God deemed priceless precious.

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