Quillibet.

He couldn't remember when he became aware, suddenly he was. Where he found himself was newly awakened also. It was chaotic. All things were in turmoil.

Energies were in constant conflict with one another. Light flashed, and was gone, swallowed by nothingness. The nothingness ate everything, and then spat it all out, and began to gorge again.

Light returned, dim at first, then brighter and beautifully so. The light began to spin, faster and faster it went. Small particles merged with the light. These attracted more pieces of matter, which spun faster and faster.

They spun so quickly, they flew off and began spinning on their own. This process continued, everywhere… Once, all was dark. Now there was light among the darkness.

“Quillibet."

"Quillibet."

He was aware of this voice, it wasn’t sound. He was aware of something touching his consciousness. It filled his whole being.

“I know you are there. Answer me.”

He didn’t know how to answer. He had never come upon another entity before. He had never communicated before.

“Don’t be afraid Quillibet, I am your creator." When I made this universe and the laws that govern it, you also came to be .You are the balance in my universe. You are the fulcrum, the balancing force between good and evil. You Quillibet maintain the equilibrium.”

He couldn’t reply. He had no form, no substance. The only substance or form he had any experience of was light... He became light.

Now that he had substance and was no longer just consciousness, the cosmos embraced him. All was revealed, information and knowledge came flooding to him. There was no holding it back. His very self was becoming part of this universe. Nothing was hidden from him. He was becoming knowledge itself, he was losing the consciousness he had so recently become.

He knew fear. The fear of losing himself in this mass of information. He resisted. He found a power in himself. An ability to manipulate the form he had become. He knew all things and could become all things. He became Quillibet.

“I am here."

"I hear you.”

“Why are we here?"

“We are here to create and maintain order. Chaos is turmoil. Chaos is anathema.

That was eons ago, Quillibet along with the creator, had ordered the cosmos. The violent energies had calmed, and settled. The laws they had set in place kept the balance...All was at peace. 

The creator had made his 'paradise'. He had populated it with beings he had created he said, in his own likeness. All was well,-  until his creations rebelled.

Quillibet looked on as Asmodene walked through the door. Lucifer would begin again, his campaign to gain the souls of the Hebrews.

 The creator would set his mind against him; Quillibet would strive to maintain the balance

Copyright©Weefatfella.