14. Pride | Beyond The Firmament: Tales From The Cosmos

 

Beyond The Firmament

Tales From The Cosmos

 14. Pride

The shadow of Teyra loomed over Onárstil, drowning him. He looked down upon the dusty, bloodstained plains of his own world. Dust... DUST! Like the so-called inheritors. The children, made in the image of Da Suun, who was Da Vaada, who had been given everything; a beautiful, perfect world that was all theirs, unending peace and Da Vaada's ear, his love.

What did he have? He, who was born from the brightest light? This... faulty imitation that was always doomed to fail? Always? Yes, always. He knew. HE KNEW! Da Vaada knew his world would fail. This planet was never a gift. It was a punishment. A mockery for daring to rise above his station. For daring to think he could be like Da Vaada, be like Da Suun, be like... them! 

The humans!

Those... creatures! Fragile, weak, infants born from dust! They were beneath him. And if they were made in the image of Da Suun, Da Suun was beneath him! And if Da Suun was Da Vaada... then Da Vaada should be beneath him! 

All would be beneath him, or they would be brought down TO him!

He looked at Teyra once again and saw a weakness. A single restriction. A tree, a fruit that the humans could not eat, among the thousands that surrounded them. An asterisk in their dominion. Just as Teyra has been an asterisk in his.

He looked higher, at Udamu, and he saw doubt in the hearts of the many hosts. He called out to them, and many came.