Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Floods of Tears

And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights Genesis 7:12

It wasn’t just rain.

When God reversed the polarity of the earth and caused the waters to fall, Lucifer wept for the loss of Creation. Eden, long since abandoned and overgrown since the fall of man, was swept under the waves as the four rivers swelled, the twin trees of Life and Knowledge lost forever beneath the waves. With the waters pouring in from the Ur valley, the whole delta that witnessed the birth of humanity would rest forever under a mountain of silt. He wept for man, for the Wretched, those experiments abandoned by God and cast out from the garden to suffer, immortal, on the backs of the Red Sea and the animals. He wept for the dragons and the unicorns and the children of the angels. He wept for the loss of his children.

“Wait a minute.” Harold held up a hand to stop Jasfoup in the middle of his tale. “The flood supposedly killed everyone except Noah, his boys and their wives didn’t it?”

The demon nodded. “That’s right,” he said. “It’s scripture. So it is written. You can’t argue with it because that would be like trying to knock down a brick wall with your head when you know that behind the brick wall is another brick wall.”

“Right.” Harold creased his brow in concentration. “And we know that the flood occurred after Noah’s sons were married but before their children were born?”

“So it is written,” said the demon, grinning.

“But Methuselah was born before Noah and lived until after Noah’s grandkids were born. He wasn’t on the boat, so that means he survived the flood.”

Jasfoup nodded. “Well spotted,” he said. “But try telling that to the Church and you’ll be branded a heretic quicker than you can say ‘What’s that petrol-y smell?’”

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