[I created a world with a single tear, only to be betrayed by billions of angels!]
As the Lord of Creation, my words shape reality. I cleaved open chaos and bestowed the radiance of life and the will to be free upon the humans I created. Yet my most trusted brother, Lucifer, the Morning Star of Glory, burned away his reason with envy. He saw my grace as an insult and brazenly launched a rebellion that swept across Heaven.
He mocked me: “You paid a price for this lowly dust. You are unworthy of being called God!”
I offered no defense. My gaze had already pierced ten thousand years of time: the serpent’s whisper in the Garden of Eden, the ark adrift in the Great Flood, and at last... the cross prepared for me on Mount Calvary.
From the first glimmer of light, the outcome of this war of creation was already destined. I was not wrestling with rebels, but playing a game against nothingness and death. Love was my only bargaining chip, and the weapon that would ensure my victory.
This is a myth of origins, betrayal, and ultimate redemption. It all began with that... tear of creation.
