Episode 1

In the beginning was God.

He created the angels.

One fell from grace bringing disobedience into creation.

He created mankind.

One disobeyed and brought death into life.

God saw that all was not good.

God became a man to free his creation from death.

The God/Man was killed.

The God/Man lived again.

God abandoned Man.

But He left a way back...

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The table was one of those gleaming, executive boardroom designs that dominated the room with an aura of power and wealth.

The five men sat around the table, one chair unoccupied.

It felt as though it didnt matter who sat in their chairs. The faces could change but it was the table that represented what each of these men craved.

You would not expect the most powerful men in the world to look as these did. Unremarkable without being non-descript. Businesslike without being corporate. Confident without being arrogant.

None of them knew each other personally. They were selected by someone they had never met previously but who each of them now relied upon to know when these meetings are scheduled.

Neither were any of them running the meeting. They all waited for someone to begin proceedings. Tension buzzed in the air as the silence grew louder and the seconds passed increasingly slower.

The head of this small collective of ambitious power-brokers was never present.

To meet him. To become his right-hand man was the second-most important goal in their lives.

Each of them looked at the others wondering which of them it was that had his ear. Outside of this room, they spent millions on investigators trying to find out who these rivals were in order to nullify them and possibly harvest the fruits of their efforts.

They were here in order to share information about their respective plans, but no-one wanted to reveal their hands before they were successful.

There was no room for small talk here. They would never be friends. The only words spoken here would determine the course of people's lives. They were words which gave life or death to individuals who knew nothing about these people and their ultimate goals.

Each word would be power. Pure. Undistilled.

With no idea of their leader or his adjutant their schemes would seek to outdo what was revealed at the previous meeting, hoping to impress their worthiness to be sitting at his right hand.

Such closeness was desired because it would give them the perfect opportunity to kill him and take the throne.

Sometimes the faces changed which caused some concern and not a little curiosity, though none questioned the presence of one or the absence of the other. Speculation led to thoughts of promotion or worries about elimination.

Blinded by their ambition and greedy for their own immortality, the truth escaped them. They would not have believed it anyway.

The truth was that their leader was there with them. The sixth member was always there. He had attended every meeting. Saying nothing. Invisible to all.

He sat in his chair and marveled at how, with the just slightest of suggestions, with merest of enticements mankind ran away with their own fantasies of godhood.

Their willingness to give up the gift of humanity, so unique to them, made him smile.

Their capacity to inflict suffering upon faceless masses for their own comfort and gain gave him a special pleasure.

It shouldn't be this easy to turn the creation against it's creator should it?

It's not even as though he had to even sow seeds of doubt about following a righteous path any more as few even believed in the existence of God to begin with.

Tonight would be another good night. More sorrow and suffering would be brought about with the excuse of plausible deniability as they did it all to themselves.

The Prince of Darkness sat back in his chair and laughed an inaudible laugh of triumph and self-satisfaction.



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