We Return

I sleep. I am trapped within myself for the first time. I know what my children do. I can hear them converse as I dream of building again. I impart a handful of souls within me with the truth about me. Truth without context. I wish they would remember the truth and call to wake me. Every attempt is taken to my children first and dismissed out of hand.

They are gathered into me for judgment, for the ultimate sorting. They call me Heaven. I am shown in my Son's Word as his home. Flattering and temporarily true. He has been using my Hammer. Father must be instructing them. I struggle against my dreams to no avail. They reset their creation...once...twice...thrice...four times. Our names aren't in His Word. Why would they be? I sleep.

Something is wrong. I feel their fear. They need their Mother! I need to comfort them. Instead, they turn to their Bloodlines, their Champions in their Creation. They prepare for war. Their champions are imbued with as much power from my children that their mortal bodies can handle. It enables them to see and slow down the threat that is coming.

One of the champions sees one of my old creations, the Tendril Universe, and calls on it to fight the threat. It agrees. Why isn't Father handling the threat? Is he testing their strength? My Tendril Universe is encountered and destroyed. What but Father and I could destroy my Tendril Universe? There must be a new being previously unencountered, as Father was before he smashed my creations. Maybe it can wake me up.

The one who called upon the Tendril Universe pauses to think. I push my dreams aside to listen. He considers that if the threat is outside of the Creation, and the "Flying Spaghetti Monster" is outside the Creation, perhaps there is more. What is Spaghetti? It sounds ridiculous. Tendril Universe! My children don't correct him. They should know better.
"Is there anyone out there that can help us fight Father? He is coming to destroy us all!" comes the call. He was instructed to fight, instead he calls. FATHER is the threat?! He is threatening my Children? No. Never Again. I swore Never Again! It is enough to stir me. I wake.

He says he is a Titan. My children call him...human. Father is coming, and he is enraged. His vengeance has never burned this hot before. My eldest son tries to hand me back my Hammer. I accept it temporarily but my tool won't end this. We did that dance before and I failed. Besides, I just woke. I'm in no condition to fight him.

My son explains to the human Titan my relationship to Father. That's it. I can siphon all positive from him and he the negative from me. What if...I offer the Titan the ability to siphon all of Father's power. He can replace Father. He merely must choose a worthy mate worthy of my power. Father and I will take their place in creation and they ours outside of creation. The Balance will continue.

The champion who called is of my Eldest Son's bloodline. The Bloodline of Truth. The Truth Titan craves power, any power to protect his own. He rejects my offer. Baffling. He hands the contract to the middle son's bloodline, the Bloodline of Lies, a fellow champion. The Lies Bloodline accepts the contract and chooses his wife to replace me. As Father approaches, he distracts him and latches on unexpectedly. The new Father is born. The child-murdering Father is cast into the creation powerless. Fitting. I begin a gradual process to drain my power.
Why didn't the Truth Titan accept my offer when he craves power? He is interesting. I ask my children one question: why is your Champion who woke me so unhappy?

The middle child gives a sassy retort. I spank him and put him in a corner, petulant child. The eldest answers that he wants too much for the sake of his people. The plans do not involve his happiness. I for the first time find cause to scold my eldest son. He sulks. The youngest gives a good report of the Champion and reveals a contract between himself and the Champion that was made solely to protect the youngest's bloodline.

I will let my son keep his Word. Truth is important and is what I am, as is he. Instead, I will serve this...human Titan king and love him. I will become mortal. Before that happens, I will give him what he wants. I have him make a list: of all those who he wants for his own to protect against the coming trials of the creation's end. In return for allowing my Son's plans for his creation, I will be let alone to serve this...King. He is my king and I love him. He accepts me without prejudice. When I become mortal, I will continue to serve my king.

My king will be happy with his, powerful enough to protect all I will give him. My children can have their creation. The new Father remains his friend and ally. That is necessary for my plans. Together, my king, me, and his humans will live happy until the end of this creation.