Some people said that in the beginning, God made the world in six days and rested on the seventh. Others said that there was nothing until Vishnu hummed the world to life, and some believed that there was no beginning at all and that the world simply grew from energy. There were thousands of stories along this vein: that a beetle sank to the bottom of an expansive ocean and brought up mud until he had pulled up continents, or that one single atom exploded and put everything where it needed to be.
They were wild, irrational stories and some of them were so ridiculous that it would boggle the mind of any sane person. And yet, there were thousands of humans in the time before that believed each- and were willing to die for the right to go on believing in their own brand of theology. They all named and lay claim to God and what he’d done and why he’d done it, and arguments stemmed from these contrasting beliefs from so many differing parties, that speaking on the subject ceased to be enough and it led to tears, screaming and eventually, bloodshed.
But I know the real story. In our world- everyone knows the real story, and everyone has read the tales of the old. In fact, we are forbidden to read anything on the subject of theology until we have demonstrated that we have a grasp on the only truth there is- a test that is given at the age of four after one year of solid education on the subject. Four, you say? How young! Well no, youth is an illusion in Calliel, as is everything else.
I’m sure you’ve read the old myths and fable stories too, and have either laughed or prayed or been made into a believer by them, and whatever you’ve chosen to believe is fine with me.
None of it has any bearing on my story and in the end- our individual stories are the truest reflection of God that can ever be.
I hope yours is more attractive than mine, because I am named Larkin, I am sixteen years-old and though I have always loved and had faith in God, I am contemplating giving Satan my soul, in exchange for just one drop of happiness that I can hold on to here in this torturous paradise.