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As did all the primeval gods, Yahweh was, and hath always been, and shall endure forever. The last to bring forth creation, he was a god content in his being, yet the joy of creation did stir within him.
He, with his hand, brought forth the seven heavens, and in his mirth, did fashion a new race of beings—lesser in might, but not without potential—whom he named "Man." He deemed it fit that these men should have companions, and so he wrought a creature in their likeness, yet also like unto himself. But when the creature was born, lo, it was too vast, for it had two faces, four arms, four legs, and two bodies. And the men, seeing it, were struck with fear. Thus, Yahweh did split the creature in twain, and he called the first part Metatron, and the second, Sandalphon.
Alas, Metatron and Sandalphon were too great, too immense, to walk among men. But Yahweh did not falter, and he wrought again: Adathan, Yadathan, Hadraniel, Sahaquiel, and Kalka'il. And after much toil, he did fashion Michael, a creature of wings and light, small enough to fit within his palm. And Yahweh, beholding his work, was filled with joy.
And so he made more, each new being shaped after Michael's form. Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Zadkiel, Azrael, Samael, Jophiel—countless were they. In his joy, Yahweh was lost, and among them all, his heart did cleave to the youngest: Lucifer, bright as the morning star, and Yeshua, whose spirit was as soft and gentle as the lamb’s fleece.
But these divine ones, too bright for man to bear, were soon withdrawn from their sight. And though woman was wrought from his hand, Yahweh held dear his angels, the messengers who bore his word and carried forth his will.
Then came war, and the creation Abzu rose up against the gods. Yahweh’s children did fight with courage, and he was proud of them. Yet his pride was to be his downfall. For one of his own, Lucifer, turned against him. And Yahweh’s heart was heavy with sorrow, for he wondered if he had shown too little love, or perhaps too much. But as for man, they had been deceived by his son. They knew not deception, and he could not bear ill toward them. And though his heart softened, it was tempered by grief, and he withdrew his warmth.
And so the angels did carry his word, and thus they became known as the Messengers.
But Eros, ever the trickster, pierced Yahweh’s heart with his arrow, causing the god to fall in love with Asherah, a widow of grief. And from their union were born seventy sons, and Yahweh’s heart did soften still. Yet even in this affection, it was altered, forever changed by sorrow, loss, and betrayal.