The Demented One
06-19-2010, 09:00 PM
A bedtime story told to the Demented One's younger siblings.
Once upon a time, there was the Ebon Dragon. He existed alone, out in the black beyond the world, before there was anyone else. The Ebon Dragon hated everyone and wanted then to suffer, but since nothing had been created, everyone was only him. So he spent the first few eons of his existence doing terrible things to himself out of spite.
But one day, he got tired of pushing himself down stairs and making himself angry bee sandwiches. So he created the world. He made lots of people, just so he could be mean to them! He invented happiness, so people could know they didn't have it. He invented colors, so that he would stand out by his blackness. He invented breathing, so that people could drown. The Ebon Dragon was kind of a ****.
But he was only darkness. He could brood and plot and scheme and plan, but there wasn't much else he could do. So he reached into himself and pulled out his heart, a seething bubbling shadow of a real heart. And then, he threw it into the sky!
The Ebon Dragon's heart flew though the sky so fast that it caught all aflame, burning away all that was shadow in it. It came to a stop, still blazing, and was fixed to the dome of the sky. That's where the sun came from!
The sun's flame bathed all Creation in radiance. The sun was everything the Ebon Dragon was not. He was righteous, compassionate, noble, and just. He made bright the world, and his brilliance cast long shadows. By the light of the sun's virtue was the shadow that is the Ebon Dragon cast, the Shadow of All Things. Now he had shape, had form, had essence, had power. The Ebon Dragon had a righteous nemesis, and so he could become a villain of fitting power. He could make everyone's life even more terrible now!
And that's why the world is so awful. The end.
Once upon a time, there was the Ebon Dragon. He existed alone, out in the black beyond the world, before there was anyone else. The Ebon Dragon hated everyone and wanted then to suffer, but since nothing had been created, everyone was only him. So he spent the first few eons of his existence doing terrible things to himself out of spite.
But one day, he got tired of pushing himself down stairs and making himself angry bee sandwiches. So he created the world. He made lots of people, just so he could be mean to them! He invented happiness, so people could know they didn't have it. He invented colors, so that he would stand out by his blackness. He invented breathing, so that people could drown. The Ebon Dragon was kind of a ****.
But he was only darkness. He could brood and plot and scheme and plan, but there wasn't much else he could do. So he reached into himself and pulled out his heart, a seething bubbling shadow of a real heart. And then, he threw it into the sky!
The Ebon Dragon's heart flew though the sky so fast that it caught all aflame, burning away all that was shadow in it. It came to a stop, still blazing, and was fixed to the dome of the sky. That's where the sun came from!
The sun's flame bathed all Creation in radiance. The sun was everything the Ebon Dragon was not. He was righteous, compassionate, noble, and just. He made bright the world, and his brilliance cast long shadows. By the light of the sun's virtue was the shadow that is the Ebon Dragon cast, the Shadow of All Things. Now he had shape, had form, had essence, had power. The Ebon Dragon had a righteous nemesis, and so he could become a villain of fitting power. He could make everyone's life even more terrible now!
And that's why the world is so awful. The end.