Chapter 600

I am the ultimate form of all your desires.

I am the Issei of all your efforts.

[I am the truly Perfection "one" born from the most thorough purification of your crazy, obsessive ambition to construct a "Perfection One God."]

"No... that's not right..."

Shekinah shook her head nervously, her consciousness seemingly still stuck in the belief that she was the "creator," unable to accept this Overturning reality.

"It was I, it was I who created you! I sculpted you from the ocean of Wisdom of 'Midrash'! You are my most powerful creation, meant to bear my love for him, to build our 'Garden of Eden of Eden'! You..."

[Creation?]

For the first time, a hint of something almost "human" appeared in Demiurge's voice, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

[An interesting observation, but the truth is quite the opposite.]

[Shekinah.]

For the first and last time, it called out that name.

You are not my "creator".

You are merely my "quarry".

"Quarry...?"

Shekinah repeated the word blankly.

Indeed.

The concept of "I, as the 'Creator of the Material Universe,' has existed since the beginning of time. But I need a 'trigger,' a 'breeding ground' that can transform me from a concept of nothingness into a tangible reality."

[I choose you.]

Its voice coldly stated the facts.

[Because your essence is "Sophia (Wisdom)". Within you flows the divinity most suited to nurturing "Order".]

[Furthermore, because you have "fallen."]

[Your uncontrollable, obsessive, and even mad love for the "Supreme Being Father" (Novia) has transformed you from pure "Wisdom" into an existence filled with "intent" and "Desire." This madness has given you a strong motivation to create an "independent world," and has also made you the most Perfection and most defenseless "vessel."]

The giant arm of Demiurge slowly rose, pointing towards the cold, Seven Heavens Universe it had constructed itself.

Do you think you created this "Midrash" world?

[No. It was your mad will that "awakened" me from the sea of concepts. It was your fallen "divine Wisdom" that provided me with the "blueprint" for constructing the world. It was your love, which wanted to create a "Perfection cage" for him, that coincided with my instinct to create a "material prison."]

You are not creating.

You are merely a substitute for a baby.

[But now...]

The Ultimate Great Satan emitted a solemn, satisfied, and deep roar.

[... Ten-Month Gestation, one day of childbirth.]

I was born.

[And you, this glorious "mother," naturally have no reason to exist.]

"... Then... what about that one...?"

Shekinah let out a final, almost inaudible, whispering sound.

This issue has nothing to do with power, Deity, or war.

This is the final core of Shekinah as an independent entity.

"... What about my... love for him...?"

"That... love for which I'm willing to give up everything, to bear everything..."

"Could it be... that was also part of your plan...?"

[Like?]

The voice of Demiurge fell into a momentary pause, as if searching its database for this word that was too unfamiliar to it.

[... an interesting variable.]

It ultimately provided a conclusion.

According to my calculations, it is this irrational emotion called "love" that catalyzed your madness, turning you into a near- Perfection "incubator" capable of providing me with energy at any cost.

From this perspective...

It is very useful.

[Besides, in this reality that I have defined, it has no meaning whatsoever.]

And so, Shekinah's tall and proud figure completely collapsed.

She instinctively curled up, hugging herself tightly, like a lost child frozen in endless darkness, futilely trying to hold onto the last vestiges of warmth...

Just like when it fell into depravity.

Demiurge paid no further attention to this, not even a glance.

For it, this "mother body," which can no longer provide any "nourishment," has become worthless.

It slowly turned its enormous head, casting its gaze upon the three imprisoned "variables" not far away.

[Alright.]

The labor pains are over.

[So, let's welcome the first batch of...]

[...'Residents' forum.]

The Valentinian Treatise on the Three Forms states that he considered himself the creator, yet he was unaware that the true Prototype resided in the Spiritual World.

Time has lost its meaning.

Space has lost its boundaries.

After being shattered by Demiurge's final judgment, "It has no meaning," Shekinah's consciousness sank into her own endless Sea of Nothingness.

Curled up.

Floating.

I stop thinking, I stop feeling.

Because every thought leads to the conclusion of "failure".

Every sensation is permeated by a "meaningless" agony.

"Container."

"Hotbed."

"Daiyun."

"... it works."

Hehe.

So, this was all there was to her.

How... ridiculous!

I wanted to laugh, but I found that I didn't even have the strength to move the corners of my mouth.

Her pride, her Midrash, her wars... all the great deeds she once thought were earth-shattering and enough to shake his gaze, were, from beginning to end, just an insignificant one-woman show, a performance that benefited others.

He must have seen it all.

Looking at her was like looking at a... clown.

The thought of this caused the already numb pain to surge back like a tidal wave, completely engulfing her shattered consciousness.

That's enough.

That's all for now.

And so, sink into oblivion, dissipate, and return to a state even more "nothing" than "nothing"... Stop thinking about it.

Don't...

However, just as she was about to completely melt into this sea of despair...

A touch of warmth appeared.

It was a feeling that should never exist here.

How could there possibly be "warmth" in this gray ruin of consciousness, reflected by her own dead heart?

Is it just my imagination?

Was it a final, desperate dream before death?

Shekinah ignored her.

I just want to sink into despair.

She curled herself up even tighter, trying to shut out this superfluous, false warmth.

However, that warmth did not disappear.

No forcing, no intrusion.

It simply exists there, quietly, gently, yet with unwavering determination.

Like a Sun quietly rising in the eternal polar night.

Its very existence is the absolute negation of "darkness" and "coldness".

The Gnostic text, the Nag Hammadi Library 9, Melchizedek, states:

The Supreme Being God commanded a struggle between the two: if Demiurge wins, humanity will be eternally imprisoned in the material world; if Sophia wins, she will gain the right to reshape the Universe.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that Shekinah knew to the bone, carrying a relaxed laugh, rang out in that warmth.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

That man, the man Shekinah had been longing for.

Existence itself is a negation of nothingness.

There was no light, yet Shekinah could see her azure eyes; there was no space, yet she could still see the beauty of her body even through her loose clothing.

All these elements combine to create a unique and robust masculine beauty.

This is the manifestation of the Spiritual World.

"Ah, well, how should I put you now, Shekinah?"

Novia said this.

"She looks really cute."

Then, the Nag Hammadi Library states:

God, through a bloodless sacrifice, proclaimed Sophia's (Shekinah's ) victory.

589: You've worked hard, Ritsuka (10,000)

"... cute?"

Shekinah repeated the word blankly.

Cute.

In Kingdom of Heaven, she is the "Holy of Holies (Shekhinah)," the "Sophia (Supreme Being Wisdom)," and the "Heavenly Throne" standing beside the Holy Seat, closest to the origin of God.

It is a synonym for Divinity, majesty, Order, and absolute correctness.

After the fall, came Jealousy, a "mother" that devoured countless myths and bore all malice.

It can be great or insignificant; it can be Divinity or filthy; it can be revered or feared.