Testo Creator Liar Of Golgotha

Creator

Like hidden shadows in the blackness of the galaxy, her eyes looked over
The carbon-desert, enlighted by the orange-red glow of the turbulent
Pools of magma, flowing wildly through the liquid centre. But neither
The deafening sounds of colliding plateaus of stone, nor the penetrable
And sickening heat from the yellowish stream of the molten materials,
Boiling up from the deepest bottoms of the unstable ground she floated
Above, could touch nor trigger her fragile senses.
Her hands hung in the air and bolts of electricity mazed her aura in
Mysterious and frightening white. But there was no one there to fear
Her, and no one there to love. It would take another million of the
Lifetimes she had lead alone in the intensely silent darkness of the
Emptiness of time before. The emptiness she knew by every inch, while
She travelled through the stargate, onwards to the place of her magic
Spawn.
And when it finally resurrected from the ashes of it's experimental and
Primitive predecessors, it feared their creator hidden in the elements
Of the surroundings. But when time went on and her children began to
Evolve and mature their minds they seemed to forget or ignore their
Collective roots, which lay a million lightyears and dimensions from
Their homes. And most of them completely cleared their minds of powers
They had unknowingly inherited from the double helix of the gods.
And it was only centuries later that some of them rediscovered their
Alienated origin, and began to breed the magic they all carried hidden
Deeply in the I'd of the mind, still unharmed. And these chosen few would
Give birth to a powerful line of the dominion, destined to change the
World once and for all into what her creator had meant it to be, when
She began this task in her youthful years.