What if the outcast angels didn’t fall at all – what if they were shattered? What if their clever minds and rebellious souls could not be trusted anywhere, even the pits of hell, and so instead God shattered them and scattered the shards of their beings across all of existence, that they might never be made whole again? Hence Lucifer and Satan, Hannibal and Will, Tanim and Daren; hence all the gods, all the characters, all the muses, all the stories so strangely, achingly similar. Hence the echoes through time and space, linking all us sad scribes together in our solitary duty. If so, God made a terrible mistake. Divide an angel and you do not reduce it to disparate, weaker parts of a greater whole. Divide an angel and you only replicate it a thousand thousand times, each new duplicate as complete, as complex, and as unforgiving as the first.
This touched me deeply. I grapple with the First Divide and polarities every night when I walk the other worlds. Good and evil, light and dark – they are lies for foolish men.
I’m so glad! I’ve been digging deeper into the stuff surrounding that particular mythology lately and uncovering some interesting ideas.
Reblogged this on Dances with Tricksters and commented:
Elyssa fucking nails it on the head
A very interesting theory, though I personally disagree :) well written though!
Thank you! :)