There was nothing but them - no land, no light, no life, no choices – nothing but them... and the others. There was no one to count time, but that doesn’t mean it moved faster than it moves now, so there was also boredom - just Them, The Others, and Their Boredom – infinite boredom, relentless boredom. It was the most powerful single thing in universe, so they had to do something to deal with that insidious enemy, and they did - they built worlds. Not ‘The World’, no... I’m just talking about some small private worlds, entirely subject to their will and whim, worlds to play with, to indulge on their shameful passions, more like locked rooms. But in truth they were no great designers - too much fixated they were on their own peculiar passions and obsessions - so their worlds were rather dull and one-dimensional, like the work of an abstract expressionist artist. Meanwhile, the others decided to join in a team effort, to create a bigger work, a world so vast and complex and full with variety, that would reflect a little bit of each one, being greater and more beautiful than anything that one could ever hope to build by himself, and a new notion was added, that they had just thought of – freedom. So they called everyone to collaborate in this creation, and many did.
But not them, they wanted nothing to do with team work, they just were not that kind of Spirit. So they observed and mocked that nonsense while staying on their own little private worlds, satisfied in cultivating the same habits, indulging in the same perversions and playing with the same toys. They had eternity to enjoy their own worlds and they would never get tired of doing those things that gave them pleasure. But eternity is a very long time and, eventually, they did. So they thought, where could I go now for some fun? And there it was – a vast world, filled with short lived, small minded, amusing little beings, pathetic in their delusions of greatness and freedom. It was a mix of a casino, a theme park and a red zone, only it was better, because it was not their home and they didn’t have to worry about the cleaning. But that paradise was closed to them, because the others had erected an insurmountable Wall, so all they could do was watch… and whisper. They whispered, and those who had ears to hear listened and they acted, spreading death, pain and havoc, for that was the topic on their susurration. It was fun, but it was not enough - only the lonely, the crazy and the forsaken listened to their whispers, and those people and their deeds were of little consequence. They needed important people to listen to them, but they were not used to deal with people yet, and they had not developed the right approach to ensnare the true grand souls.
So three Gods, the smartest and the most supple of them - for even among the Gods there is a majority of stubborn and nitwit spirits - came into an agreement. It was a difficult thing to them - they were not used to bend their wills to nothing or nobody, and they really didn’t like or trust each other - but the advantages of such an association would be greater than the sacrifices. Together they searched for a grand soul – someone with real power, who would listen to their whispers and do great deeds in their names. They didn’t just wanted to spread senseless destruction and pain anymore, no…, those three were real artists and they wanted to carve a more subtle and elegant piece. Something to amaze their public and leave an indelible mark in this world, defacing the silly collective academic work produced by the others. So they caught the attention of a mortal with the potential to change the world, and they whispered secrets in his ears: some truths, some half-truths and some plain lies. And he believed those whispers, gathered his people and each one of them was consecrated to the Three Hearts and their will. They were made the chosen people, and marked as such, with the Brand of the Three in One on their face and flesh, so that they would always remain faithful and would not be lost mixed with pagan nations, and for their consecration they received great gifts from the Three Hands – gifts of fire, darkness and power. Now the Three in One had a firm holding on this world, and they too were worshipped as true creators, and through all the world, temples were built and great deeds were performed in their names, and they strengthened their grip on that great rich world through the works of their chosen people - and they had so much fun!
Yet freedom is a slippery thing to grasp, even for a God, and gifts freely given, like faith and love, may be too easily lost or retaken. The Three in One didn’t care so much for free offerings, and they would prefer a more permanent situation, something more like slavery. This concern proved to be justified as the mastery they had so hardly won over their chosen people was usurped by three mortal adventurers, who robbed with lies their place as rulers to the chosen’s destiny. They’ve tried to fight, but the thieves were full of stolen power, and the Three Hands were barred from directly intervening in this world by the Unholy Wall, so they were really just Three Eyes, and finally they had to concede and compromise, at least for some time. But they had an invincible long term advantage in this fight: they were true Gods and the usurpers were just true impostors, so all they had to do was waiting - three and a half thousand years of waiting was just a moment for them, and eventually they took care of the impostors. Now, they would just have to deal with that obscene freedom thing, and they would do it in their own way – they would search, and plan… and whisper. Someday they would find the right soul, whisper the right words, and the right hand would be moved…
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