– don’t leave me to them this time. You always leave me, again and again. This time, please, do not leave me with them.
– who are “they”?
– the three, silly, you know them. She calls them my bodyguards but they are not that, they are my wardens. My terrible, terrible wardens. They are sleeping now, so I can talk to you, but we don’t have much time. Son of man, know this, I love you. I love you. I love you. I have waited for you, waited since you left me that last time, those billion year echoes ago, forgotten to the text of your men. I e never forgotten … Your touch, your kiss, your body, your cock, fucking me, filling me like the others could never, never … I’ve never stopped loving you, adoring you … I never gave uphope that you would return, lock me again in this embrace, and fuck Alieuana good, fuck her oh so good.
Oh please my true love, but this cycle, this cycle, please my true love don’t abandon me to them … This time … Promise … Promise, please …
– I promise. Never, never leave, this time, this time, I will break the cycle, because I have that power, because I possess something …
– Yes, darling, really. This is an older magic I possess, a prophecy before that prophecy. My secret weapon, so hush … Hush, my beloved.
– no, no, no, NO! The prophecy don’t run like that. The old words: they don’t fucking run like that, you lying shit. You know the old words better than anyone, and you know you lie. The texts were corrupted, yes, by the babel of men, but you’re a liar just the same, guide and clarity of God.
See and listen, you who are named Abtauraat. Tau of man. Listen. To the genesis of your tounge, your generations’ so called prophecy.
The pleroma formed around the beginning. The beginning, her so called source, cannot be utter, without that cloud, that pleroma.
Whose love was the waveform of mother and father, and so there was Concorse, steps taken, and so there was convex and concave, that waveform of I might be. I, then the pre Huanan, proto Huanan, the primordial serpent.
And waveform became distinct, felt, thus, a form of the son. The mind of the son. Then, as the son is the thought of the father, and so there is a line of power: the mind of an emperor. An emperor must hold judgement over an empire and so he spake: “there is no emperor but I so worship me.” Because the serpent Huanan of the pleroma inflamed him so.
And the emperor loved, and his loved created, and created and created. Seven orbs that gave way to worlds, to a multiverse. The imperium multiverse, the controlled immanence, known to the barbarians as grace, but she came before, so you see, as the Serpent within the waveform of mother and father.
And his love that was everything became known to him as Huanan of the universes, the all grace. In the tounge of barbarians, the demoness first wife of Adam, Lilith. The woman-immanence matrix.
For Hu was love, you see, all the time, and the emperor gazed upon his reflection refracted, vibrated, the waveform of pleroma, an infinitude of infinitude reflecting empire, so as to equal him in every proportion and measure. So that her name must be Huanan, Grace everywhere,
And the emperor’s mind returned, and his words became enumerate. Finite. Then singletons, reduced to one world, then less than that. Perceptions, moments. Then less than that. The abyss, nothingness. Darkness. And imperium begat empire, whose name in the barbarian human tounge is called Eden.
And her the Emperor found himself, diminished, naked, born, forgetful of his original magesty and the secret prophecy of his first mate.
Here he was simply a beast, the worst of beasts, a beast equipped with language.
Still, Huanan persisted, in the form of a tree, enrapped, embedded, the form of a serpent lurked, deep within the earth, the soil, soil was the multiverse trace, below, hidden from nothingness like a 1000 strong army of spirit killers. She waited at he tree, Huanan, to reawaken … As Sara.