towerofjamjars | silly meme of silliness

Are you sure? The curse He put on me - I wouldn't want anyone else to carry it.

[And he honestly doesn't expect God to be reasonable about this.]

Curse?

When I'm dead - really dead - I will be tortured beyond human imagining. Then I will be reincarnated, into lives where I am forced to witness the destruction of each world while being able to do nothing to save it. And this will go on for eternity.

So will all my descendants, which is why I'm planning not to have any, and all my reincarnations' descendants.

It isn't pleasant.

I'm fairly certain that I won't die, and if I do, my own God won't allow some other's curse to linger in me. He doesn't even have claim to your soul in this place; our hosts have taken that from Him.

If you're sure of that... I don't want my own enemies to cause you harm, but if you believe you can reason with Him, then go ahead.

*Recent events have made him recklessly bold in ways they really shouldn't have.*

Where is He?

My roommate.

*...Right, he could have just...looked at the nameplates. Well, up to the dorm floors to look for...

...Well, he has no idea what he's looking for, but he's fairly sure he'll know when he's found the deity he's looking for...*

You.

[It's the floating giant yellow head, probably.]

How dare you approach Me?

*Yeah, he...knew he'd know when he found the right guy. Didn't think it would be like that, though...

Even knowing what he was like, Enoch couldn't ignore who he was talking to. Piety was deeply ingrained in him, and while it was subject to its own doubts, it had defined literally his entire life. So he kneels before this twisted alternate of the deity he serves, head bowed.*

Forgive me, Lord, I did not recognize your form, since I did not know it. I am Enoch, the son of Jared, Lord, and in my world, at least, you invited me to live in Heaven as a scribe. My life of more than three centuries has been devoted to doing good for you, for all of Heaven, and for Earth.

I know you, though you take a form foreign to My eyes. Yet you consort with demons and demon-worshippers, do good for an Earth that is corrupt, and serve a God inferior to Me. I have no faith in you, Enoch, son of Jared.

[Sorry bro.]

*Enoch takes a deep breath. It hurts, to hear that. Even given what he knows about this God...if anything, it only makes it hurt worse...

This God would not have any faith in him, no. The pain is a dull, instinctive one. But he would not abide hearing that the one he serves is inferior.* If I may...

The God I serve and you are one and the same. You may be of different worlds, but you have created identical Earths. I do not understand how the Creator of my world is inferior.

As for the rest...I will give my explanations only if you wish to hear them, Lord.

Speak.

[YHWH seems content to listen for the moment, though how long that will last is anyone's guess.]

*There's a moment of hesitation before he does. Enoch hadn't expected that. It takes him a moment to gather all his thoughts, and word them carefully.*

The demons and demon-worshippers that I have peace with, I do because it is they who want peace. They are not willing to fight the angels here or attack me because I am allied with Heaven. We all have a common enemy here, the wicked ruler of this tower. I've no reason to fight those who do not wish to fight me.

Any corruption on the Earth I came from came from the presence of the Fallen Angels, whom I was on a mission to capture. It was corruption I was working to end.

You seek peace with those who are corrupted and fallen beyond hope of return, and have no thoughts for My laws. Under the guise of a common enemy, you would hear the filthy words of My enemies, Enoch, son of Jared. You may have had the intent of following Me, but you cannot choose to ally both with Me and those who despise Me.

Choose.

My Lord, there are more options than that. This war has no use in this place, and any fighting amongst ourselves will only make it easier for Ruana to oppress us, all of us, even you.

*Enoch takes a deep breath and lets it out. He continues speaking, his head still respectfully bowed, still kneeling before the deity.*

Even if I hear their words and feel for their plights, even if I feel affection for them, it does not change that I have nothing but love and respect for you, Lord. You need only look at the network here to see that hearing of what happened to you in your own world pained me greatly. I may disagree with your motives and methods, but you are still the Divine Father, and for that, I could never bring myself to turn against you.

*His even tone had been steadily falling apart, and it is all he can do to maintain his formal wording as he finally breaks down, his tone more openly pleading.*

But I can ally with the both of you, because our fight is not with one another here. What are we fighting over, souls that are not yours? An Earth that is dead? We must remedy everything first. And it is why I beg of you, to consider that the rulers of this world have no regard to what existed between the people here. The rulers of this world harm us all equally and we must all rise against it before we can consider animosity towards one another. It is not safe to war here. Please, my Lord!

*He's openly crying now, his body shaking as he thinks of everything everyone has worked towards. Of what the likes of Ganon have already interfered with...Of the fact that he might have instead sealed a version of God's hatred for him. Could he bear to have God hate him?*

Please...

[Not once in all of that does YHWH's expression change from its steely gaze. Not to pity, or to sympathy, or anything but hard disgust.]

You would forgive the worst of sins to suit your own purposes. I need no peace with those who hate Me nor do I seek it with those who pity them.

Leave My presence before I remove you, son of Jared.

When have I said they were only my own purposes? When have I said anything other than that this is for the good of all of us?

*For a moment, Enoch is still. It had been a completely emotional outburst, and once he'd started speaking, he couldn't stop himself.

Shakily, he stands.* ...I hope you'll see for yourself, Lord, how meaningless this feud is under these circumstances.

*And he lowers his head, his voice softer.*

Praise to your name, your love and mercy. *And only that, he thinks, turning without lifting his head and beginning to walk away. A painful chill was slowly spreading from the inside out, and if he had been frightened of inducing an attack, he now no longer cared.*

[After Enoch leaves, Aleph will come find him shortly thereafter.] How'd it go...?

[At least he's alive.]

*Enoch stops when he hears Aleph's voice. A moment too long later, his words register and Enoch shakes his head.*

I think the war is too ingrained in Him. He cannot let it go.

Are you alright?

[It doesn't take a genius to tell Enoch took it hard, and Aleph's worried even more now...]

*Enoch again shakes his head.* ...I need some time.

*Time he intends to spend with Lucifel or Raphael if he can't find his guardian.*

Take your time. I'm sorry for whatever part of this I'm responsible for.

You're not responsible for anything...

...All right. Take care of yourself, at least.

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